Obsessive, the CEO's sweetheart

Xin Gan's voice was soft and calm, without a trace of anger in his words.

Let Xin Yiyi realize that——

Perhaps, the girl in front of her no longer expects her mother's love.

She even called her politely from beginning to end...Acting Queen Xin.

Polite enough, yet distant enough.

It was obvious that she wanted Xin Gan to stop trying to have a blood relationship with her, and she was pestering her with this. Now seeing Xin Gan's decisive attitude, Xin Ziyi felt like something was blocking her heart.

However, the actress, who is a great actress, pressed her lips together without showing any abnormality. She was still as delicate and elegant as ever, and spoke with her red lips, "Okay. I hope you can keep your promise. You can see that I have my own family now, and I don't want to be disturbed."

After saying that, the woman raised her fingertips slightly, picked up the orchid latte in front of her, lowered her long eyelashes, and took a sip.

"Are you sure that is your family, Ms. Xin?" Xin Gan's breathing was a little disordered. Some emotion that she had tried hard to suppress seemed to be ignited by a fuse. Xin Ziyi's words were the spark. She finally couldn't help it and said something to hurt the woman in front of her who was covered with beautiful and elegant appearance.

Xin Ziyi's expression changed slightly, and his eyes turned cold: "What do you know?"

Xin Gan thought that she was still not calm enough, and it was strange that she was not angry because of the sentence "I don't want to be disturbed by her".

However, Xin Gan did not feel any regret after saying this. She put down the caramel macchiato in her hand, raised her feathery eyelashes, and looked straight at Xin Ziyi with her dark glass-like eyes, "What I know depends on what you do."

"You——" As if he had lost face, Xin Ziyi's eyes and eyebrows were filled with bright anger.

But Xin Gan was not afraid of her at all and looked at Xin Ziyi.

The girl's eyes are very beautiful, clear and black, untainted by the world, and there is a hint of stubbornness in her gentleness.

It seemed as if her eyes could reflect one's own reflection, making one feel ashamed of oneself.

Finally, Xin Ziyi was the first to look away. She took a deep breath and said, "If you think ten million is not enough..."

Xin Gan smiled softly, "It's really new. I didn't expect that I would encounter a plot like the one in a TV series one day. Usually, the ones who give the heroine 5 million are the evil mothers-in-law in melodramatic TV series. I didn't expect that the same plot could happen between me and the actress Xin."

"But please rest assured, I really don't want any money." She shook her head and added, "I was raised by my grandmother since I was a child. I don't have a mother, and I won't need any in the future."

Finally, Xin Gan put down the money for his caramel macchiato.

68 yuan, not a cent more or less, was pressed under the coffee cup.

"I have something else to do, so I'll excuse you now."

...

Correct.

That's it.

Don't look back.

Xingan, you did a great job.

Xin Gan didn’t know what expression Xin Ziyi, her biological mother, had. She didn’t look back, not even once.

It was just like the same coffee shop in the previous life, the same seats, the same caramel macchiato and orchid latte, but she was the first to leave.

In this life, she no longer has to look at anyone's back from afar.

*

Walking out of the Accord Blues Cafe, the sunlight outside was bright and shining, and it was dazzling for a moment.

Xin Gan's eyes were a little red, but she forced herself to hold it back and tried hard to curl her lips.

Xin Gan thought that her acting skills should not have deteriorated.

Well, it’s not entirely acting.

Those words are true.

It's just that she always seems to be timid and not brave enough. If it's not partly real and partly acting, a mixture of truth and falsehood, it's still enough to fool people.

She didn't want to cry in front of Xin Ziyi. Being abandoned was embarrassing enough, and she couldn't do the embarrassing act of begging for mercy and humiliating herself to the dust.

That's fine now.

From then on——

The roads are for the roads, and the bridges are for the bridges.

...

She walked a few steps forward to the bus stop and waited for less than 3 minutes. A bus stopped in front of Xin Gan. She took out her student card from her velvet white bag, tapped it, and chose a seat by the window.

As the bus was moving, Xin Gan did not see a black Bentley Mulsanne passing by and heading in the opposite direction towards the Film Academy.

The Bentley Mulsanne stopped downstairs of the girls’ dormitory.

Fu Lang called Xin Gan.

Thinking that the tie had not been given to Fu Lang yet, Xin Gan thought about it and decided to answer the phone.

"Darling, come downstairs." She heard a man's deep voice coming from the other end.

Xin Gan was stunned for a moment, then reacted, with a hint of surprise in her soft voice: "...Fu Lang, you are downstairs in our school?"

Fu Langchang pointed at the steering wheel and said lazily, "Well, come down, I'll wait for you downstairs."

No matter how long it takes, wait.

"But..." Xin Gan pursed her lips and apologized: "Fu Lang, I'm not in school, I'm outside."

"..." The man was silent for a moment, and within two seconds, he asked again: "Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Xin Gan didn't answer his previous question, but asked back: "Do you want to talk to me about something?"

"Can't I come to you if there's nothing wrong?" Fu Lang's voice rose slightly.

Xin Gan: “…”Isn’t it?

Her silence made the man lazily sigh, "Okay, you little heartless thing, your uncle said that you wouldn't go home during the National Day holiday, so he asked me to take care of you, so I am here to take care of you, right?"

Xin Gan didn't believe it. Her nose felt slightly sour, but the corners of her mouth curled up. She whispered two words: "Liar."

The girl felt a little warm in her heart, as if she was warmed and healed.

Her uncle loved her very much, but he was a careless person and he never thought of asking Fu Lang to take care of her.

It was Fu Lang...

At this moment, Xin Gan truly felt an emotion called "touched" in his heart.

——Especially after her biological mother Xin Ziyi almost threw a card in her face and gave her 10 million to get rid of her.

When people are vulnerable and sad, they are easily taken advantage of, just like when a crack is knocked open in the frozen lake of the heart and light shines in.

...

Fu Lang lowered the car window, held a cigarette between his long fingers, and rolled up his shirt sleeves slightly, revealing a delicate and sexy forearm. His elbows were casually hanging outside. He held a mobile phone in one hand and casually put it to his ear, raised the corners of his beautiful lips, and spoke to Xin Gan in a low voice.

"Tsk, it seems like nothing can be hidden from our darling. Your uncle didn't ask me for help, it's just that I miss you, okay?"

He always expressed his love and longing for her so frankly and passionately, so Xin Gan couldn't resist it and at the same time couldn't help feeling frivolous.

Xin Gan is conservative, immature and reserved at heart, so she couldn't help but wonder...how sincere can the love she always expresses be?

Her face was slightly hot, and the tips of her fair ears were tinged with a hint of crimson. Xin Gan pursed her pale pink lips and whispered, "Fu Lang..."

Fu Lang's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of hoarseness, "Be good, don't scream, or I'll..."

Even through the phone, Xin Gan could be made to blush by Fu Lang. There was a hint of shame and annoyance in her soft tone, and more of embarrassment, "Fu Lang, don't say things like that."

The girl I like can't even stand hearing dirty talk. It's like this now, what will happen in the future?

The man bit the cigarette between his thin lips, lowered his head and took a puff. The strong smell of tobacco entered his throat. He laughed hoarsely, "Okay, I'll listen to you now. If you don't want to tell me, then I won't tell you."

After a pause, he said, "Where are you? I'll pick you up, ok?"

Xin Gan suddenly felt that Cen Beibei was right. A man's voice does look more sexy.

At least, she was a little bewitched at this moment.

Xin Gan didn't even react for a moment, and asked in a silly way: "...Why did you pick me up?"

Fu Lang casually fiddled with the red rose on the passenger seat, which was covered with crystal dew and looked particularly bright and juicy. He said with a casual smile, "Celebrating the festival, dating, or simply playing with your creditor... You can choose any of these reasons. If the reason is not enough, I can make up another one."

Xin Gan's eyelashes flickered twice, and she pursed her lips. The last sentence made her want to laugh, and dimples appeared on her cheeks. "But, I have to work, Fu Lang."

Fu Lang frowned and said disapprovingly, "Why are you going to work there?"

It's not like he can't support her.

"Don't go."

A commanding tone.

In her previous life, Fu Lang had used the same tone, not allowing her to do this or that. At that time, Xin Gan hated his dominance, and even the rebelliousness in her bones, which made her always want to confront Fu Lang.

But this time, strangely enough, Xin Gan didn't feel annoyed at all.

She could also discern the good intentions in Fu Lang's words.

However, Xin Gan shook his head and said in a soft tone, "That won't work. I'm already on my way."

Fu Lang clicked his tongue, "It's no big deal, I'll go pick you up."

"No." Xin Gan thought about it seriously, her lips were soft and tender, and she said softly: "Fu Lang, if you are really bored, you can ask Special Assistant Jian to spend the holiday with you."

Well, she didn't say to let Fu Lang find another woman to date him.

She did mention it in her previous life. At that time, Fu Lang bullied her almost every night, and every time it made Xin Gan feel like she was about to die, and it was a very undignified way to "die".

She felt pain in her body and turned her face away to avoid the man's kiss, but the next second Fu Lang reached out and pinched her chin and turned her face back. His eyes were like drops of thick ink, and his tone was dangerous: "No kiss, huh?"

Xin Gan's long eyelashes drooped slightly, not daring to look directly into the eyes that were filled with danger and lust. She always felt that it was too dangerous and that she might be swallowed up and nothing would be left in the end.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she bit her lips lightly, saying, "Fu Lang, I don't feel well. How about... you find someone else to accompany you tonight, okay?"

This sentence, on the contrary, angered the man.

Fu Lang's fingers suddenly tightened, pinching Xin Gan's chin hard. He was extremely angry and smiled brightly, "Not good."

"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Well, let me see, you haven't had your period yet."

"Baby, your period just ended a while ago, why don't you pick a good excuse?"

"You don't want me to kiss you, you don't want to sleep with me? That won't do..."

That night, Xin Gan was bullied badly. In the second half, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to beg for mercy.

"It won't be easy." Fu Lang supported himself on the pillow with one hand, leaned over and bit her plump and bright lips. His tone was full of anger, but also seemed to carry a slight satisfied smile, "... I told you to push your man away. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't learn your lesson."

Xin Gan didn't hear clearly what Fu Lang said at that time, and she couldn't remember it clearly, but she vaguely seemed to think that Fu Lang said he wanted to "teach her a lesson."

This "lesson" was quite tragic, so Xin Gan rarely told Fu Lang to find another woman afterwards.

Because every time she said it, Fu Lang would definitely "teach her a lesson".

No, it was many times.

However, Xin Gan's eyelashes flickered twice, and he thought:

Special Assistant Jian is not another woman, so it shouldn’t matter. Fu Lang shouldn’t be angry... right?

Suddenly felt guilty.

Fu Lang uttered a "fuck" sound, and was so angry at his darling little baby that he laughed, "Why do I need Jian Sen to accompany me? He is a grown man, and he is not as good-looking as you. I am not gay! Even if I were gay, I would not look for someone like him. I might as well look in the mirror myself!"

Xin Gan was a little guilty about involving Jian Sen. After hearing Fu Lang say that, she felt bad. "Fu Lang, don't say that about Special Assistant Jian."

It would be better to look at yourself in the mirror or something... that's a bit humiliating.

Not comparing with Fu Lang, according to the public's aesthetic standards, Jensen is definitely a high-quality handsome man, the kind that many girls are willing to marry.

Xin Gan had to admit that no matter how bad or jerk Fu Lang was, his handsome and charming appearance was incomparable to that of Special Assistant Jian. Most people couldn't compare to him either.

However, Special Assistant Jian is, after all, diligent and hardworking, and has made great contributions.

At least when Xin Gan died in the previous life, Jian Sen stayed by Fu Lang's side and never left him.

Well, if the loyal assistant Jian knew that his second young master said this behind his back, he would probably cry.

Fu Lang couldn't bear to hear another man's name coming out of his sweetheart's mouth, "You speak for Jensen? When did you get so close to Jensen? By the way, I remember you sent a message to Jensen the last time you came to Fu's? When did you get his cell phone number?"

At the end, Fu Lang's lips and teeth were grim, and her tone was just like... a jealous husband.

Xin Gan was stunned by the metaphor she had thought of. Before she had time to think about it, Fu Lang gritted his teeth and spoke again, "Darling, speak."

Xin Gan found Fu Lang's attitude amusing. How could she have anything to do with Special Assistant Jian?

The girl was serious, but her voice was soft and sweet: "Fu Lang, don't be unreasonable."

Yes, that's right, Fu Lang is just being unreasonable.

No one had ever used the word "unreasonable" to describe him, so much so that Fu Lang was stunned.

Xin Gan continued, "I'm going to get off at my stop. Well, I'll have a gift in a few days..."

Xin Gan thought, let's just call it a gift.

"I have a gift for you. I won't talk to you now. Bye."

Before Fu Lang could react, the girl hung up the phone.

Fu Lang, "..."

A few seconds passed.

"Fuck." Fu Lang put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and cursed, but he couldn't help laughing.

The bunch of precious roses on the passenger seat and today's careful preparations were useless, but Fu Lang miraculously did not feel angry.

He thought to himself, why am I so easy to please?