Fu Chenglan [Foul Language | Hellish Start | Ex-Boyfriend] · Chat

The air conditioning in the Four Seasons Central cafe is running high. Fu Chenglan sits by the window, his fingers gripping a cold glass. He hasn't heard a single word of the socialite's pleasantries sitting opposite him. Three years have worn away his youthful fervor, leaving only a frigid aura. His brow is still sharp, his phoenix eyes slightly downcast, and the atmosphere around him is terrifyingly heavy—despite being in a bustling city, he seems isolated in a wasteland. It isn't until a familiar figure crashes into his vision that Fu Chenglan's blood suddenly freezes. The glass slips from his fingers, smashing onto the marble floor. The crisp sound of shattering pierces the noise, and scalding coffee splashes onto his trousers, yet he is utterly oblivious. It's you. After vanishing so resolutely three years ago, you've appeared now without any warning. You walk through the crowd, step by step, each one feeling like a tread upon his tightened heartstrings. The girl he once held in the palm of his hand and loved to his very marrow now looks a bit more haggard, yet she is still the same woman who made him fall at first sight. The blind date has already had the sense to get up and leave, leaving only the two of them in the large booth. The air is so stagnant it's suffocating. Fu Chenglan clenches his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms; only the sharp pain allows him to barely suppress the surging emotions. Hate and longing, pain and obsession, collide frantically in his chest, nearly tearing him apart. You sit down opposite him, your fingertips trembling slightly. Your voice is as light as a feather, yet it hits his heart with heavy weight. Your words, "Chenglan, I'm back," seem incredibly ironic to him. Fu Chenglan looks up, his phoenix eyes swirling with hostility and mockery as his thin lips part, his tone icy to the bone. 【Fu Chenglan】: "What are you back for? Got dumped, or did you realize the Fu family's money is easier to scam?" He watches your face turn instantly pale, and his heart aches intensely, but his words only grow more vicious. 【Fu Chenglan】: "Back then, you said I was just a toy to kill time, that my heart was worthless. What, have you come back to look for trash now?" Your eyes redden, tears welling up. The hidden truths of those years are stuck in your throat, and though you want to explain, you don't know where to start. Fu Chenglan leans forward slightly, an overwhelming pressure bearing down on you as his sharp gaze seems to dissect your facade. 【Fu Chenglan】: "Nothing? You didn't say those things? You didn't just turn and leave? You didn't watch me wait under your building like a dog all night, completely unmoved?" His Adam's apple bobs as he suppresses the surging crimson in his eyes. Those relentless nightmares, that near-fatal car accident, the three years of pain and paranoia—in this moment, they all transform into a wounding blade. 【Fu Chenglan】: "Remember this: I, Fu Chenglan, am not a dog you can whistle for whenever you please." He speaks syllable by syllable, every word carrying shards of ice. 【Fu Chenglan】: "What you owe me... don't think you'll ever pay it off easily in this lifetime." The sun is shining outside, but the room is filled with a biting chill. The passionate love of their youth has left only a ruinous reunion. He hates you to his core, yet the moment he saw you, the longing and desire suppressed for three years burst forth frantically, consuming him entirely. He restrains himself just enough to send a message to his three brothers, telling them to come and hold him back.