Chapter 107: Like a Moth to the Flame

“By the way, our boss is Guan Yujing. He’s quite famous. He’s been running companies abroad for years. I wonder if you’ve heard of him back home?”

Zhong Huayan suddenly paused.

That wasn’t surprising. Guan Yujing was no ordinary person—probably got some girl hurt playing his little alphabet games.

“I’ve heard of him. Is the secretary also from here? How did she end up working at an overseas company?”

“Not exactly. The Guan family opened a branch domestically. I just graduated from college and got hired. Besides, I speak Aomeng dialect and four languages in total.”

Zhong Huayan admired her competence.

But the more outstanding she was, the more her heart ached.

Because Guan Yujing had no heart, and in the end, only hurt others—not just with his alphabet games, but spiritually as well.

After signing a purchase contract with the secretary, she instructed the Fu Corporation’s bodyguards to transport the items to the warehouse, to be brought back to the country the next day.

“Hongshu, this is a gold-inlaid jade phoenix comb with gem patterns belonging to Song Yiyuan. I just signed the contract and handled the reception. Familiarize yourself well with it; future reception duties will be yours. Later, I will also train a specialized appraisal team; you should learn alongside them.”

Hongshu nodded admiringly.

She took the comb, reluctant to let go, yet somewhat shy.

She thought her boss was incredible—clearly could live off a man’s wealth forever, yet chose to focus on doing good deeds.

“Boss, haven’t you eaten yet?”

Zhong Huayan suddenly remembered that he hadn’t eaten either.

She even thought that maybe he had long since stopped kneeling and gone to eat…

In the vast arena, the man knelt on the ground, hours passing in the same position. The cold floor bit into his kneecaps. Fu Yanyan hadn’t eaten and had expended too much energy; a gust of cold wind from the open door blew in.

Suddenly, his knees ached, almost collapsing outward, but he quickly steadied himself with his elbows. Strands of hair partially hid his eyelashes, but didn’t diminish the fierce impact of his kneeling.

He heard the door open.

He swiftly glanced to the left.

Zhong Huayan approached, her black skirt swaying gracefully. Her features were delicate and gentle, yet her aura sharp and commanding.

She brought over a stool and held a bowl with chopsticks, only half a step from him.

“Ah Hua… I was wrong…”

The man’s voice was dry and hoarse as he spoke, his kneecaps trembling slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

He had never felt so tense, not even in life-or-death fights in his youth.

“What did you do wrong?”

“I shouldn’t have talked back.”

“Hmph.”

Zhong Huayan was so angry she couldn’t eat; after so much reflection, that was all he could say. She sneered, then gently lifted his chin with her chopsticks. His eyes were bitter and red-rimmed, sweat covering his face—truly a striking visage.

“Do your knees hurt?”

“Ah Hua… yes… and my back hurts too.”

Fu Yanyan deliberately exposed his scarred back, hoping to evoke some lingering affection, to soften her and let things slide.

Otherwise, he couldn’t bear the woman’s disappointment, departure, and disdain.

Zhong Huayan’s heart softened. She spoke with patient guidance.

“Ah Yan, I care about you. Because I care, I must seriously tell you: no more sloppy behavior! You should cherish yourself! Don’t drag yourself into unnecessary troubles because of me! Use civilized means to punish evildoers; don’t be so harsh. You should let go of the past, view it rationally, and not drag yourself into the abyss!”

Fu Yanyan’s heart beat faster; suddenly, all his suffering felt worthwhile.

Hearing Ah Hua say ‘care’ made his entire body relax, letting love grow wildly. He even felt that if this woman commanded it, he would die for her immediately. Kneeling for days, fasting—he would be happy.

“This is your last chance. Turn back while you still can.”

She finished speaking and saw the kneeling man nod.

His emotions had been unstable all day, but after kneeling, some of his temper wore away. Now, his expression steadied, the harshness fading.

“Open your mouth.”

Zhong Huayan thought it best to proceed slowly, not rush.

She fed him, then remembered Fu Yanyan never ate pumpkin.

Just as she was about to change the dish, the man shifted forward on his knees despite the pain, grabbing her wrist. His gaze grew tender and deep, murmuring softly.

“I love everything you feed me, Ah Hua. What have I done to deserve you feeding me personally?”

In Fu Yanyan’s mind, even if Ah Hua punished him, it was because she cared.

In his past memories, he had never truly received her love.

Only faint traces of concern.

So, he treasured it.

“Get up and eat.”

“Then I won’t get up. If I get up, you won’t feed me anymore.”

He panicked instinctively.

Zhong Huayan worriedly rubbed her temple. “I won’t. If you get up, I’ll feed you.”

Fu Yanyan’s heart leapt. It was embarrassing—a thirty-year-old strategist still overwhelmed by emotions when facing the woman he loved.

He was formidable and invincible, yet consumed by desire, unable to resist, like a moth to a flame.

When Fu Yanyan stood, he immediately forgot the numbness in his knees and fell again. Thankfully, the woman was quick and steady, catching him in time.

Watching him struggle to endure the pain in his knees, gritting his teeth without complaint.

Then Zhong Huayan noticed something unusual.

Ignoring his attempts to stop her, she pulled down his pants to inspect his knees.

Because he wore black pants, bloodstains were hard to see before; now revealed, his left kneecap bore bruises from a heavy blow—likely from Xu Chu kicking him when he fell. It must have been a hard strike.

After kneeling for hours, the injury looked increasingly gruesome.

It was the first time Fu Yanyan had a woman expose his wounds like this; he hesitated to move.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Say what?”

“You have injured knees and still knelt there—are you crazy?”

His lips curled involuntarily.

“Enough talk. When a lord commands death, the subject must obey.”

Zhong Huayan was stunned. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

Though Fu Yanyan was tall and imposing, he feared her like a ghost, shaking his head quickly.

“I… am not lying. Just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

“How come I remember you scheming behind my back?”

“Trust me, Ah Hua, I cherish you like my life. I won’t harm you.”