Being urged to get married, she got married with the heir of a wealthy family in seconds

Fu Sichen lowered her head. Under the moonlight, her beautiful eyes flickered slightly. After the shock, they were slowly filled with visible desire.

A hint of smile seemed to flash across Fu Sichen's obsidian eyes. "If you want it, just tell me. I can still satisfy you on this point."

Puzzlement flashed in Yan Luoman's eyes, but before she could ask, Fu Sichen covered her with his lips, swallowing up her questions. He rubbed her lips and teeth, and his fingertips probed into the hem of her clothes.

He knew her body very well, but in a moment, Yan Luoman's mind became a little confused. She didn't know how she became like this, and even forgot why she came to him in the first place.

It seemed as if she had come to him just for this matter. She greedily deepened the kiss, wanting to devour this man completely, put him into her body, and domineeringly make him hers alone.

Fu Sichen originally wanted to punish her for always thinking about these messy things, but he didn't expect it to get out of control. The moment they touched the mud, he kissed her lips.

Because he knew the door was not closed and she would scream.

After a period of silent lovemaking, Yan Luoman panted slightly and snuggled into his arms, greedily breathing in his scent.

She didn't want to ask what this meant. Or maybe it was just like what they said last time in the hotel, a simple one-night stand where both parties got what they wanted.

Fu Sichen lowered his head, and as usual, his lips entangled with hers again. The lingering feelings grew stronger as their breaths intertwined, and he was preparing for the next time.

She raised her head and entangled with him, her hands climbing up the back of his neck. She really, really liked him. It would be great if he was not Fu Sichen.

The salty taste spread in both of their mouths.

Fu Sichen let her go and saw the tear marks on her face in the moonlight. He wiped them away with the tip of his thumb.

Yan Luoman could feel his tenderness, and he seemed special to her, but she was greedy and didn't want just to be special, she wanted all of him.

Fu Sichen didn't continue, but tightened his embrace and kissed her forehead.

"Don't solve it yourself. I'm worried about you." She emphasized it again in a nasal voice.

Fu Sichen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and was about to mock her, "She still wants it?" But he suddenly realized that they didn't seem to be on the same channel, or maybe it wasn't even a topic.

After all, her train of thought is sometimes very strange.

Fu Sichen did not show any embarrassment for having misunderstood and did not respond.

She shook his neck anxiously: "Promise me!"

The softness ignited his chest and he tightened his arms to stop her from moving.

Fu Sichen still didn't answer, his heavy breathing falling between her hair.

Yan Luoman buried her head in the crook of his neck and murmured in a thick nasal voice: "Fu Sichen, bad guys should be handed over to the police, don't solve it yourself. No matter who you will be with in the future, I hope you are fine. I want to see you well. Don't dirty your hands again, okay?"

Fu Sichen paused, then suddenly raised the corners of his lips, lifted her little face, kissed her lips, and said softly, "Okay."

Yan Luoman closed her eyes slightly, with tears flashing between her eyelashes. She also raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was very happy.

Fu Sichen's gaze was so soft in the shadow of the moonlight that it could squeeze water out of it, but she didn't dare open her eyes to look at him, so she didn't see it.

Fu Sichen gently kissed the tears at the corners of her eyes and tightened his arms around her, so tight that it seemed as if he could trap her inside him.

Yan Luoman didn't feel uncomfortable. She liked the strength of this hug, as if it could merge the two of them into one.

When Yan Luoman woke up again, Fu Sichen had already set off.

When he said yesterday that he was going to An Ningsha's hometown, she guessed that he might have found the real murderer who hurt An Ningdi. She was afraid that he would do something reckless, after all, there had been precedents.

The reason why he didn't investigate this matter for so many years might be because of Liang Shiluo. After all, Liang Shiluo had saved his life, so he turned a blind eye and let the murderer go unpunished.

Now that he knew it wasn't Liang Shiluo who did it, he naturally wanted to seek justice for An Ningdi.

Human hearts are sometimes so complicated. If An Ningdi's family does not take the initiative to investigate, the police will naturally rule it as suicide.

Fu Sichen owed Liang Shiluo's life, and he did not seek justice for An Ningdi, so he always felt that he owed An Ningdi's family.

Now that the truth is about to come out, he and Liang Shiluo should be able to reconcile, right?

What happened last night seemed like something stolen, and Yan Luoman actually felt like a thief.

Just as Yan Luoman sent Fu Zining to school, An Ningsha appeared beside Yan Luoman, panting. Before she could catch her breath, she grabbed Yan Luoman's wrist tightly, preventing her from leaving.

Many parents were present, and Yan Luoman didn't want to argue with her, as this would embarrass Fu Zining at school.

After An Ningsha's breathing became smooth, she raised her eyes and stared at her, gritting her teeth and asking, "You took Fu Zining away just to let him go to this kind of school?"

Yan Luoman said in a calm voice: "Let's talk in the car."

An Ningsha was scolded by the old lady for making a scene at the banquet last time, so she did not make a scene in public again.

After getting in the car, An Ningsha called Mr. Fu to complain, telling him that Yan Luoman had made Fu Zining go to a regular school.

Mr. Fu recently experienced what it means to have unrest at home, and his brows were furrowed. If Fu Zining was not Fu Sichen's child, he really didn't want to care about him at all.

Mr. Fu asked An Ningsha to give the phone to Yan Luoman.

Yan Luoman took it.

"Immediately arrange for Fu Zining to transfer to another school. I won't listen to any excuses. He must go to an aristocratic school because of his status."

Yan Luoman didn't rush to refuse, but said calmly: "This matter requires Fu Zining's own consent. I will reply to you after he finishes school."

"you……"

Yan Luoman hung up the phone directly.

An Ningsha sneered, "What do you mean you need Fu Zining's consent? I think you are poor at heart. You don't even know about aristocratic schools, right?"

Yan Luoman ignored him. She also attended an aristocratic school, otherwise she wouldn't have known Jiang Fanghua.

But she was very clear about how stressful it was to be in an aristocratic school. Li Yuan and Wu Yijia were both good students and were the best among the ordinary students in the school.

What about Yan Luoman? She couldn't compare with others in terms of talent or grades. Gradually, she even gave up.

She didn't want Fu Zining to be like her, who had a strong interest in learning but gradually lost his passion for learning with every setback.

An Ningsha followed Yan Luoman back to Yan Luoman's home. She wanted to wait until the afternoon to pick up Fu Zining with Yan Luoman and ask Fu Zining for his opinion in person.

Ever since the day Yan Luoman had a fever and Fu Sichen helped her deal with problems on several projects, these projects have not called Yan Luoman to ask her to handle anything in the past few days.

Although Yan Luoman was enjoying his leisure time, when he thought about it carefully, this might be the difference in strength.

Fu Sichen can get to the point directly and deal with the matter thoroughly, so that there won’t be any problems for the time being.

Instead of being a half-baked person like Yan Luoman, who only deals with problems that arise and does not have a long-term vision.

There are really many things about him that are worth learning from her, but he won't teach her! Damn it!