After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

After returning home, Su Yaoyao went straight to her room without even looking at Fu Yanchuan, as if he was just an insignificant passerby.

She seemed to be in a low mood, and there was a hint of fatigue in her steps.

The butler stood in the dining room, looking at the table of carefully prepared meals, with an embarrassment on his face.

He turned to look at Fu Yanchuan and said hesitantly: "Mr. Fu, this..."

Fu Yanchuan waved his hand gently, signaling the housekeeper to put the food away.

His eyes were deep, as if hiding endless emotions. He whispered, "We've already eaten, let's put it away."

Then, Fu Yanchuan took a step forward and followed Su Yaoyao upstairs.

His footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, and each step seemed so heavy. What should he do to make Su Yaoyao satisfied?

Su Yaoyao had just stepped into the room and was about to close the door, but she didn't expect Fu Yanchuan to follow her.

He quickly stretched out his hand, blocked the door that was about to close, and then stepped into the room without hesitation.

Su Yaoyao looked at him in surprise, with a hint of confusion and doubt in her eyes.

She didn't understand why Fu Yanchuan suddenly followed in, as there didn't seem to be anything urgent between them.

Fu Yanchuan stood at the door, looking at Su Yaoyao, his eyes complex and deep.

He spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible tenderness in his voice: "Yaoyao, I have something to tell you."

"Fu Yanchuan, I'm sleepy and really want to rest."

There was a hint of impatience in Su Yaoyao's tone. She obviously didn't want to talk about work with Fu Yanchuan at this time.

However, Fu Yanchuan did not give up easily.

He took a step closer and tried to have a conversation with Su Yaoyao. "Yaoyao, Huo Sili told me that you are the only one in your design department who did not sign up for this competition. This is obviously a good opportunity to show your talent, why don't you want to seize it? Your design is not bad."

In his previous life, after Su Yaoyao passed away, when he was sorting out Su Yaoyao's belongings, he found Su Yaoyao's manuscripts. Those design patterns were really good. Although his purpose this time was to give them to Luo Ying, but... if Su Yaoyao was willing to participate, he would show her the back door.

Su Yaoyao turned her head, her eyes revealing indifference and alienation.

"Fu Yanchuan, this may be a good opportunity for others, but not for me. I don't like this job, and I don't like working with you. I feel very depressed and uncomfortable."

A hint of surprise and pain flashed across Fu Yanchuan's face. He obviously did not expect Su Yaoyao to express her dissatisfaction so directly.

"So...what do you like? Tell me and I can do my best to satisfy you."

Su Yaoyao sneered, her eyes full of mockery. "Fu Yanchuan, what kind of job do you like about me? Don't you know? Didn't you ruin my dream of becoming a musician? Don't think I don't know about the deal between you and my father. You know more about the piano competition than I do. There's no point in pretending any longer."

There was anger and disappointment in her voice, and she was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Fu Yanchuan's behavior. Later, she thought carefully and wondered how her father and Su Juanjuan could have such courage if Fu Yanchuan hadn't supported them behind the scenes.

Fu Yanchuan's face turned pale. He knew he could no longer avoid this question.

He looked at Su Yaoyao silently, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"Yaoyao, I know I'm sorry for you. But I also have my own difficulties. I hope you can understand me. I just want to keep you by my side."

There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in his voice.

However, Su Yaoyao no longer wanted to listen to his explanation.

She turned around and said coldly: "Fu Yanchuan, there is nothing to say between us. I just hope you can let me go and let me pursue my own dreams. Can you do it?"

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to Fu Yanchuan, walked straight to the bed, lay down and prepared to rest.

Fu Yanchuan stood there blankly, his heart filled with regret and self-blame.

He knew that what he had done in the past had deeply hurt Su Yaoyao, and now she was full of resentment towards him.

He secretly made up his mind to make up for his mistake, but he couldn't let Su Yaoyao go.

"Yaoyao, I can agree to anything you want except leaving me." There was a hint of pleading in Fu Yanchuan's voice. He obviously didn't want Su Yaoyao to leave him.

However, Su Yaoyao just responded coldly: "In that case, you go, I'm sleepy." There was no hesitation or nostalgia in her tone, as if she had completely lost confidence in this relationship. It was impossible to reason with a lunatic and pervert like Fu Yanchuan.

Fu Yanchuan sighed helplessly, he knew there was no point in him staying here any longer.

He nodded and said softly: "Okay, you have a good rest, I'm leaving, tomorrow..."

Fu Yanchuan hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything. He turned and left the room, leaving Su Yaoyao with a lonely and indifferent back.

Su Yaoyao lay on the bed and closed her eyes, feeling mixed emotions. She knew that this relationship was doomed to fail.

Fu Yanchuan left Su Yaoyao's room and returned to the study.

Fu Yanchuan sat at his desk, staring at the night view outside the window, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He was well aware of Su Yaoyao's resentment towards him, but he didn't want to give up easily.

He decided to take action to try to win her back.

The next day, Fu Yanchuan came to the company early and arranged everything.

Su Yaoyao was called into the conference room by Huo Sili.

When Su Yaoyao walked in, she was surprised to find that the conference room was filled with flowers, Su Yaoyao's favorite music albums, and a piano.

Fu Yanchuan stepped forward and said sincerely: "Yaoyao, this is what I prepared for you. I know I have hurt you before, but I hope you can give me a chance to make up for my mistakes. When you are tired in the future, you can come here to relax."

Su Yaoyao felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart, but she remained alert.

"Fu Yanchuan, what on earth do you want to do?"

Fu Yanchuan smiled and said, "I want you to pursue your musical dream again. I will fully support you. At the same time, I also hope that you can give me a chance to really understand you and fall in love with you."

Su Yaoyao looked at Fu Yanchuan, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

Fu Yanchuan has already imagined Su Yaoyao's next move. After thinking for a moment, Su Yaoyao nodded slightly and replied, "Okay, Fu Yanchuan, I will give you this chance, but you must keep your promise."

A surge of joy surged in Fu Yanchuan's heart, and he held Su Yaoyao's hand tightly.

"Thank you, Yaoyao. I will prove my sincerity with my actions."

But at this moment, Su Yaoyao's cold voice pulled him out of his fantasy.

"Fu Yanchuan..."