C2 Chapter 2

He thought it would take a while to answer the phone, but after a few beeping sounds, the phone was picked up. Fu Zichen's voice came from the other end of the phone, "What's the matter?"

That voice was deep and magnetic, mellow and thick like wine. It was easy to get addicted to it. Tang Luoran's heart instantly lost its balance, and the tip of her finger that was holding the phone gradually became cold.

"It seems like we haven't met for a long time. When. . . When are you free?" Tang Luoran's voice stopped abruptly at this point.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if Fu Zichen was really patiently listening to her words and waiting for her to continue.

Tang Luoran took a deep breath and said the last sentence clearly, "I want to talk to you. "

In an office on the top floor of a famous business building in the center of the river, a man sitting in front of a desk was holding a phone in one hand and holding a black pen in the other. He was signing his name at the bottom of the contract.

After hearing Tang Luoran say 'I want to talk to you', Fu Zichen's pen paused slightly on the paper. He leaned forward and picked up a white porcelain cup placed in front of the table. He lowered his head and took a sip. He found that the tea in the cup had already cooled down.

Fu Zichen frowned unhappily and pressed the pager.

The secretary knocked on the door and entered. She changed a cup of green spring water for Fu Zichen and then closed the door and left.

Fu Zichen lazily leaned against the back of the boss's chair. He lit a cigarette for himself and took a deep breath before picking up the phone again.

Tang Luoran had been waiting for Fu Zichen's answer, but she did not hear anything other than a small sound from the phone. She hesitated whether she should hang up the phone or not.

But just as Tang Luoran was about to put down the phone, Fu Zichen's voice calmly entered her ears, "What can't you say on the phone?"

"I saw the entertainment newspaper this morning. So, I want to talk to you. . . " Tang Luoran tried to calm her breathing and repeated what she had just said.

Fu Zichen's expression changed slightly when he heard her. His long fingers, which were tapping on the sandalwood table, stopped. He took a few deep breaths of smoke and said, "I got it. I have a meeting tonight. Tomorrow. I will go home tomorrow. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zichen hung up the phone. He felt a little impatient.

Tang Luoran had not yet recovered from her daze. She still maintained the position of holding the phone with her hand. The last words that Fu Zichen had said replayed in her mind.

Fu Zichen said that he was going home tomorrow?

Fu Zichen's so-called home was the villa he bought when he and Tang Luoran got married. It was built in a high-end Jin Xiu Garden villa area in the suburbs of Jiang City. It was not close to Fu Zichen's company and the hospital Tang Luoran worked at.

So after the wedding night, Fu Zichen never came back.

In the beginning, Tang Luoran lived alone. After a long time, she decided to move out. She would only come back occasionally on Saturday Sunday and clean the place.

Because of Fu Zichen's promise, Tang Luoran applied for leave the next day and went to the lawyer's office. After she came out of the lawyer's office, she turned around 50 meters to the right and there was a bus stop that went straight to Jin Xiu Garden.

There was no longer that long Rolls Royce at the door of the villa. Tang Luoran felt a little relieved. She took out the key and opened the door of the villa. She changed into slippers and walked into the living room. As usual, she felt cold. Luckily, she was used to it.

Tang Luoran took the initiative to call Fu Zichen. It was Fu Zichen's secretary who answered the call. She said that Fu Zichen was in the middle of an important negotiation.

Tang Luoran tactfully did not say much. After hanging up the phone, she got up and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

Unknowingly, a day passed and the window of the villa was already pitch black. Only the table was left on the table. There was an empty plate filled with leftovers. Tang Luoran packed up the plates and returned to the sofa to sit down. She continued to wait.

The huge pendulum clock on the wall rang, indicating the arrival of one o'clock in the morning. Tang Luoran's tensed body gradually relaxed.

Fu Zichen had not returned at this hour. It should mean that he would not come back, right? Tang Luoran thought in her heart.

The deep night was so quiet that it made one suffocate.

Tang Luoran raised her hand and rubbed her temples. She took out a few pieces of black paper from her bag and placed them on the table. Then she stepped on the soft wool carpet and walked to the stairs to her bedroom on the third floor.

She washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed into her pajamas, and waited for Tang Luoran to wash up. When she was about to go back to bed, she faintly heard footsteps coming from outside the bedroom.

Tang Luoran's heart shivered and before she could recover her senses, she only heard a Pa sound. The switch on the wall was pressed and the huge bedroom instantly lit up. The crystal chandelier above her head was very dazzling and it made Tang Luoran's eyes hurt.

She subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the bedroom door. Coincidentally, Fu Zichen's cold and emotionless gaze swept towards her.

Fu Zichen pursed his lips tightly and his cold gaze swept from Tang Luoran's face to her feet, making Tang Luoran feel extremely uncomfortable, especially the smell of tobacco and alcohol that came from his body.

"You drank?" Tang Luoran blurted out.