Chapter 7 -002 The Capitalist_3
After a moment without any reaction from the person in front of her, Su Wan cautiously lifted her head to take another glance at him.
He was dressed in a tailored suit, exuding a stern masculinity, with deep and mysterious eyes examining her meaningfully. His hand, which had just shaken hers, now hung by his side, clear veins, as fair as jade, with long and defined fingers.
"A simple gesture." He spoke, his deep voice resonating magnetically.
Su Wan was silent for a moment, hesitating to say something when her phone rang in her pocket. Quickly, she pulled it out and saw it was Yao Ye, feeling relieved as she nodded again to the person in front of her: "...Thank you, I have some matters to attend to, I must go now..." With that, she answered the call and hurried away.
Watching the departing figure, Fu Weiheng took out a Su Yan cigarette and lit it.
He couldn't deny that his heart, calm and composed for twenty-six years, had surprisingly skipped a beat just now, and it still had not settled.
He raised his hand to look at his palm, her warmth still lingering, and this feeling seemed to make him... unable to resist.
"Sir." The car behind approached slowly, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
After the driver closed the car door, he slightly turned his head to look at Fu Weiheng and asked, "Sir, would you like to go home first?"
He restored his stern demeanor, extinguishing the cigarette butt, and pondered, "Head straight to Yan University."
The bus smoothly traveled to the university, and even after getting off, Su Wan's heart had not calmed. Looking back at the bus pulling away, she recalled the events that just transpired and couldn't help but shiver.