Pampered Rose

Chapter 3 : The Meaning of the Invitation

“Tang Li looked at Fu Jiuye, feeling a chill in her heart.

He didn’t recognize her at all.

But that was fine.

She maintained a calm expression with a gentle smile, her eyes softly gazing at the man in the main seat.

Beside her, Fu Qingyang was already sweating nervously and quickly changed the topic. “What are you all talking about?” he scolded with a stern face, pulling Tang Li down into her seat.

The curves of her qingpao highlighted her waistline as Tang Li bent down to sit.

“Master Jiu.” From behind, the door was pushed open, and Zhou Cheng entered, respectfully leaning in to whisper something into Fu Jiuye’s ear.

Fu Jiuye turned his head slightly to listen. There was no emotion on his cold and handsome face. He nodded and stood up to leave.

“Uncle?”

“Master Jiu?”

The people at the table were a bit stunned.

Tang Li also looked up at him.

Fu Jiuye raised his hand slightly and said calmly, “I have something to handle.”

He turned and pushed open the door to the private room, leaving, and the cold sandalwood scent gradually faded.

Once he left, the atmosphere in the room relaxed significantly.

Fu Qingyang leaned back in his chair, muttered a curse, and downed a glass of wine.

But Tang Li’s gaze looked on the door. Biting her lip, she suddenly grabbed her bag and stood up. “Mr. Fu, something urgent came up at school, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Without waiting for Fu Qingyang to respond, she quickly left.

“Tang Li!” Before Fu Qingyang could react, she was already out of sight.

He immediately ran after her, but Tang Li’s figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor, her footsteps hurried.

Downstairs near a small flower bed, the door of a black Cayenne was just closing, and it was about to drive off when a soft and graceful female voice suddenly called out from behind.

“Mr. Fu!”

Fu Jiuye raised his eyes and looked out through the rearview mirror.

The night was misty, and the drizzle had not dissipated. Under the streetlight, the girl wore a light crimson qipao, her smooth black hair cascading down both sides, her stunning features resembling an enchanting spirit who had fallen into the mortal world.

“Master Jiu?” The driver in the front seat asked softly for instructions.

Fu Jiuye was playing with a string of beads in his hand, with a calm expression on his face. His sharp black eyebrows raised slightly as if showing some interest. “Stop the car,” he said.

Tang Li was running in a hurry, and luckily, the car hadn’t left yet. She bent down and walked through the car window, gently tapping on it.

The window slowly rolled down, revealing a pale hand with defined knuckles. The black bead string wrapped around his long fingers, appearing somewhat enticing and provocative in the night.

Fu Jiuye rested his hand on the edge of the window, lowering his gaze to look at the girl outside. His cold, handsome features carried a stern, distant allure, and his eyes held no warmth. He looked at her quietly and asked, “Is something wrong?”

The man’s gaze was intense and all-encompassing, almost trapping her within it. Tang Li steadied her heartbeat and met his long, deep black eyes, curving her lips slightly. “Uncle, can you give me a ride?”

Raindrops gently landed on the girl’s shoulders, quietly soaking into her.

Fu Jiuye didn’t respond for half a minute. The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of the beads being rubbed together.

Tang Li could feel the man’s intense gaze falling on her.

She tried her best to maintain her posture, ensuring she looked calm and composed.

A young woman chasing after a man’s car late at night and asking for a ride—it was an unmistakable invitation.

And just five minutes ago, she was calling him ‘Uncle’ as his nephew’s girlfriend.

Tang Li figured she was likely to be rejected.

After all, a man like Fu Jiuye wasn’t someone she should approach in this way.

Just as she was about to give up, tightening her grip slightly—

‘Click.’ A soft sound came as the backseat door opened.

Fu Jiuye was sitting in the back seat, fiddling with the black bead string in his hands. His sharp, dark eyes held unreadable emotions in the dim light of the car. He lifted his gaze and glanced at Tang Li, and said calmly, “Get in the car.”