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After midnight there was still no reply.
Shen Zhuying yawned, guessed he probably wouldn’t come home that night, and stopped waiting. She went upstairs to sleep.
She placed the tie she had bought on the coffee table, right where it would be seen at a glance upon entering the house.
The next morning, when Shen Zhuying turned on her phone, she found a WeChat reply from Fu Sizhuo, sent after two in the morning.
2:21
【Classmate A】: I’ll be coming back.
2:55
【Classmate A】: Good night.
So he had worked overtime until that late.
Shen Zhuying realized that being a diplomat was also a rather irregular profession.
When she went downstairs, Fu Sizhuo was already in a suit, head tilted slightly back, standing by the entryway tying his tie.
The tie was not one of the usual dull colors—black, brown, or gray—but a striking bright red.
“Do you like it?” Shen Zhuying’s lingering drowsiness vanished in an instant.
She hurried downstairs, her voice carrying a touch of excitement.
“Mm, not bad.” The man’s voice was a little hoarse as he lazily glanced at her. “Only…”
His tone stretched out: “Feels like this tie’s style is different from the usual ones, not so easy to tie.”
“How could that be?” Shen Zhuying frowned and quickly leaned closer, tiptoeing to examine it carefully. “I specifically asked the salesgirl for a standard style, the kind you often wear. It should fit perfectly.”
After midnight there was still no reply.
Shen Zhuying yawned, guessed he probably wouldn’t come home that night, and stopped waiting. She went upstairs to sleep.
She placed the tie she had bought on the coffee table, right where it would be seen at a glance upon entering the house.
The next morning, when Shen Zhuying turned on her phone, she found a WeChat reply from Fu Sizhuo, sent after two in the morning.
2:21
【Classmate A】: I’ll be coming back.
2:55
【Classmate A】: Good night.
So he had worked overtime until that late.
Shen Zhuying realized that being a diplomat was also a rather irregular profession.
When she went downstairs, Fu Sizhuo was already in a suit, head tilted slightly back, standing by the entryway tying his tie.
The tie was not one of the usual dull colors—black, brown, or gray—but a striking bright red.
“Do you like it?” Shen Zhuying’s lingering drowsiness vanished in an instant.
She hurried downstairs, her voice carrying a touch of excitement.
“Mm, not bad.” The man’s voice was a little hoarse as he lazily glanced at her. “Only…”
His tone stretched out: “Feels like this tie’s style is different from the usual ones, not so easy to tie.”
“How could that be?” Shen Zhuying frowned and quickly leaned closer, tiptoeing to examine it carefully. “I specifically asked the salesgirl for a standard style, the kind you often wear. It should fit perfectly.”
“Do you think that man just now was handsome?”
She hadn’t provided any details, yet Huang Yixuan instantly knew who she meant.
The one standing at the very center of the crowd, always the most eye-catching presence.
“Handsome, an absolutely stunning guy.” Setting aside his looks, just that aura alone could make a whole group of people swoon.
“My husband,” Shen Zhuying said.
Huang Yixuan: “…Holy crap.”
But then again… “He’s actually Fu Sizhuo? He’s changed so much over the years.” Huang Yixuan was astonished.
It wasn’t his appearance, but his whole bearing, it was completely different.
That once high-spirited youth who had reveled in music on stage, now in a whole new field, was still dazzling brightly.
The two of them were just about to head downstairs when, out of nowhere, a man in black appeared beside the mall and blocked their way.
What was going on?
Shen Zhuying and Huang Yixuan looked at each other, both a little dazed.
“Mrs. Fu, please wait.”
Another voice came from behind, slightly out of breath.
Shen Zhuying turned her head and, seeing the newcomer, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. “Assistant Lin, why are you here?”
She occasionally saw him come to Qingfeng Garden to pick up Fu Sizhuo.
Assistant Lin caught his breath. “Deputy Director Fu invites you both to the fifth floor.”
Once they reached the fifth floor, Assistant Lin added, “Deputy Director Fu said that all expenses here will be covered by him. He hopes you and your friend can enjoy a pleasant shopping experience.”
Shen Zhuying was a bit stunned, and asked a silly question, “He saw me downstairs?”
“Of course.” Assistant Lin replied quickly.
“Mrs. Fu, your looks stand out in any crowd.”
It wasn’t merely flattery.
Shen Zhuying’s features were strikingly beautiful, her figure tall and slender, her posture and aura making her unmistakable in any group.
A face unforgettable after just one glance.
“And one more thing,” Assistant Lin continued, “Deputy Director Fu asked me to tell you, Madam, your newly done manicure today looks very pretty.”
She didn’t come back to her senses until she watched Assistant Lin leave.
Huang Yixuan clung tightly to Shen Zhuying’s thigh. “Sister, if you ever rise to riches and honor, don’t you dare forget me.”
“You have such a good husband stepping into China, what are you still hesitating for?” She puffed up her chest and declared, “Target! Gucci’s latest season handbags!”
“When we go to the class reunion, we’ll definitely shut those people’s mouths!”
Dragged by Huang Yixuan into the Gucci boutique, Shen Zhuying didn’t put on any airs either; she went straight in and began picking things out. She didn’t forget to remind Huang Yixuan.
“Whichever one you like, just take it. Anyway, Fu Sizhuo said he’ll pay the bill.”
Shen Zhuying firmly believed there was only one eternal truth in this world, rich people’s money can never be spent dry.
Huang Yixuan, on the other hand, wasn’t much interested in these bags. She felt they weren’t as nice as the thirty-yuan one she bought on pxx.
But she couldn’t deny, these bags were valuable.
The appreciation potential was huge.
It was like hanging half an apartment in the capital on your body. She hesitated, one hand reaching out and pulling back. “Wouldn’t this… be a bit too much?”
“What nonsense, take it already!” Shen Zhuying shoved two random pieces of clothing into her hands, ignoring that long string of zeros on the tag. “Try these on first, hurry!”
“Wuwuwu, Zhuzhu, I love you to death!”
Huang Yixuan clung to Shen Zhuying’s arm and turned to plant several kisses on her cheek.
When it came time to pay, Shen Zhuying handed over the card Fu Sizhuo had given her to the salesgirl. The salesgirl glanced at it, then respectfully handed it right back.
“What’s wrong?” Shen Zhuying froze.
Damn it, could it be the balance wasn’t enough?
Her own savings didn’t even amount to a fraction of these prices.
“Thank you for your visit. With this card, you may select any products under the Taijin Center at will without paying any fees.”
“In addition, the products you and your friend purchased today will be delivered directly to your home later. We hope you enjoy your shopping.”
Shen Zhuying understood, so this card served a function similar to an identity credential.
Could it be the legendary black card?
She held the card and examined it carefully for quite a while, then muttered under her breath. “But it’s not black.”
Huang Yixuan, meanwhile, was full of endless sighs.
The joys of the wealthy were things corporate drones like them could never even imagine.
After the two of them had shopped enough and were about to leave, they ran into Fu Sizhuo again, this time head-on.
Dozens of bodyguards cleared the way, and the pressure was overwhelming.
Shen Zhuying pulled Huang Yixuan far aside, quickly making room for them to pass.
“The campus heartthrob is still the campus heartthrob, don’t let him charm me to death,” Huang Yixuan sighed, shaking her head as she watched the man’s departing figure.
“He’s even more stunning fresh out of the shower,” Shen Zhuying commented with unusual calmness, then added, “Come on, let’s go to the third floor and buy Classmate Fu a tie worth over twenty thousand.”
This time, she would swipe her own card.
Huang Yixuan’s sharp critique, “That will be the cheapest tie Classmate Fu owns.”
Shen Zhuying: “…You’ve got a point, I can’t argue with that.”
Truly, poor Classmate Fu.
At that moment, Classmate Fu was handling some teasing from seasoned political veterans.
“Mr. Fu, I guess you like the girl in the green dress who just walked up to us.”
After walking for a while, a white woman in a blue suit suddenly threw out this work-unrelated comment, eyes glinting with gossipy amusement.
“You just glanced at her several times.”
Fu Sizhuo paused, and for once revealed a smile that wasn’t so official.
“I’m sorry,” Fu Sizhuo said with a helpless smile. “That girl is my wife, and I can’t help but pay attention to her.”
—
By the time she got home, it was already past eight in the evening.
Fu Sizhuo still hadn’t returned.
Shen Zhuying thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and sent him a WeChat message.
【Muzi Manying】: Fu Sizhuo, are you coming home tonight?
After midnight there was still no reply.
Shen Zhuying yawned, guessed he probably wouldn’t come home that night, and stopped waiting. She went upstairs to sleep.
She placed the tie she had bought on the coffee table, right where it would be seen at a glance upon entering the house.
The next morning, when Shen Zhuying turned on her phone, she found a WeChat reply from Fu Sizhuo, sent after two in the morning.
2:21
【Classmate A】: I’ll be coming back.
2:55
【Classmate A】: Good night.
So he had worked overtime until that late.
Shen Zhuying realized that being a diplomat was also a rather irregular profession.
When she went downstairs, Fu Sizhuo was already in a suit, head tilted slightly back, standing by the entryway tying his tie.
The tie was not one of the usual dull colors, black, brown, or gray, but a striking bright red.
“Do you like it?” Shen Zhuying’s lingering drowsiness vanished in an instant.
She hurried downstairs, her voice carrying a touch of excitement.
“Mm, not bad.” The man’s voice was a little hoarse as he lazily glanced at her.
“Only…”
His tone stretched out: “Feels like this tie’s style is different from the usual ones, not so easy to tie.”
“How could that be?” Shen Zhuying frowned and quickly leaned closer, tiptoeing to examine it carefully.
“I specifically asked the salesgirl for a standard style, the kind you often wear. It should fit perfectly.”
SweetCherry – The conversation between Fu Sizhuo and the white woman was spoken in English.
