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Chapter 28 - 28 27 Do You Believe Me
Chapter 28 - 28 27 Do You Believe Me
?28: Chapter 27: Do You Believe Me?
28: Chapter 27: Do You Believe Me?
“I didn’t steal anything, as for how the ring was found on me…
There must be surveillance in such a large banquet hall, one look and it will all be clear…”
The man slowly released his grip, and an ‘hmm’ sound was pressed out from his throat.
Behind them, a car honked its horn, and Fu Tingzhou pressed down on the accelerator to continue driving.
Yet, within Tang Xi, ripples began to form in her heart.
Hmm…
Does this mean he believes her?
In that moment, a light slowly lit up in the depths of the woman’s eyes.
She gazed at his profile.
Her lips quivered slightly, “Do…
do you believe I didn’t steal anything?”
“Such an obvious and foolish act, what good would it do for you if you did it?” This matter was full of doubts, and Fu Tingzhou, certainly not lacking in brains, quickly understood it upon careful thought.
He glanced at her indifferently, his voice devoid of fluctuations, “I will naturally get to the bottom of this matter.”
Tang Xi’s eyelashes trembled gently.
She struggled to hold back the sourness in her eyes.
The woman slowly closed her eyes.
A breeze blew through the car window, caressing her face.
She had endured for two days.
Finally, someone believed her.
She had never, never felt this way before.
The feeling of being trusted.
Her voice was muffled, struggling to contain its trembling, “Thank you, Fu Tingzhou.”
The man heard a slight sob in her voice, and his expression froze for a moment.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the woman with her head lowered, seemingly devoid of her usual vigor, looking as ragged and downcast as an ostrich, her white blouse wet and clinging embarrassingly to her barely concealed figure, and his pupils darkened slightly.
Seemingly in some agitation, he tugged at his tie.
He let out a low and cold snort, “What a hassle.”
Then, he swerved the steering wheel fiercely, making the car turn into the left lane and drive away.
Tang Xi looked out the window at the road, not knowing where Fu Tingzhou was taking her, but not going back to the Su Family’s home…
That was enough.
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Half an hour later.
In the rain and mist, the car entered an upscale residential area.
Longshan Villa was Fu Tingzhou’s private residence, occupying a vast area.
On the highly valuable Chunhui Road within the bustling city, the villa was visibly decorated with high-grade woods such as podocarpus and metasequoia.
The car stopped in front of the entrance after passing through the garden.
“Mr.
Fu, you’re back.”
Fu Tingzhou shed his suit jacket and instructed, “Prepare a guest room for her.”
The servant in the villa, a kind-faced auntie in her forties, looked at Tang Xi, “Miss, the guest room is on the second floor to the left.
Please follow me.
You should take a bath first.”
Tang Xi took a glance at Fu Tingzhou; he was already climbing the stairs, leaving her with only his retreating figure.
“Just call me Auntie Song, miss.
You go ahead and take your bath first, and I’ll prepare some late-night snacks for you.”
“Thank you, Auntie Song.” Tang Xi saw her heading toward the door and hurriedly called out, “Auntie Song, do you have…
spare clothes I could change into?”
“This is the master’s private residence, and he almost never brings women here.
There are only Mr.
Fu’s clothes…
Speaking of which, you are the first woman Mr.
Fu has brought back.”
Tang Xi cast her eyes downward, I see…
How could that be possible.
He hasn’t brought Su Mengshu back here before?
Longshan Villa…
The name of this villa sounded somewhat familiar to her ears.
She was drenched to the bone and didn’t think much before walking into the bathroom; at the moment, she only longed for a hot shower.
Having not been able to change her clothes during her two-day stay at the police station, she turned on the shower and the warm water enveloped her.
Tang Xi closed her eyes.
Suddenly, she flung her eyes open.
Wait, this place is!
Longshan Villa, three years ago, before Qin Jianlan’s surgery, he had brought her here once.
At that time, Fu Tingzhou was not around.
Qin Jianlan said, this was the marriage room for him and Fu Tingzhou, and she would live here after their wedding.
Heh—
So it was here.
After her shower, her soaking wet old clothes were really not wearable, so Tang Xi, wrapped in a bath towel, went to the bedroom and saw a men’s black shirt neatly folded and tidily ironed laid out on the bed, brought by Auntie Song.
In her memory, Fu Tingzhou was always in a black suit and black shirt, looking distant as a snow mountain, his handsome and noble face like a cold statue…
She had no other choice but to put on the black men’s shirt.
The shirt was long, covering her hips.
She blow-dried her hair to a semi-dry state, took out her phone from her bag, which had long been out of battery, and barefooted she went downstairs, “Auntie Song, do you have a charger?”
“Yes, I’ll go find one for you.”
But within two minutes, Auntie Song came back with a charger that didn’t match Tang Xi’s phone model.
Tang Xi’s phone model was so outdated it couldn’t keep up with the times.
The woman frowned.
She wanted to check WeChat for messages in the hospital group; though it was Saturday, she had duties, and after unexpectedly missing a day of work…
she didn’t know what would happen.
Auntie Song said,
“Miss, if you need to make a call, there’s a landline in the living room.”
Tang Xi shook her head; after all, no one truly worried about her, the Su Family probably wished she would stay in prison forever.
It was too late now, she just wanted to let Ruan Youqing know she was safe, and then deal with it tomorrow.
“Miss, have some supper, you must be hungry.”
Tang Xi indeed was very hungry, both tired and hungry; she nodded, “Thank you, Auntie Song, for the trouble at this late hour.”
“It’s no bother at all,” Auntie Song said cheerily.
Tang Xi was about to head towards the kitchen when suddenly, she heard the sound of panting behind her, the heavy breathing of an animal, which in the quiet living room, accompanied by the outside rain, gave a somewhat creepy feeling.
She felt a chill down her spine, slowly turned around, and saw a large dog ‘staring’ intently at her, the outsider.
Tang Xi blinked, pupils dilated as she watched the large dog lunge towards her—
“Ah—”
Fu Tingzhou emerged from the bathroom, hearing the woman’s scream; his brows furrowed, he quickly put on his robe and stepped out.
Tang Xi was trembling with fright and pale-faced by the large dog’s scare.
She hurriedly backed away, nearly losing her footing and falling, but an arm encircled her waist and Tang Xi crashed into a mild and familiar masculine scent.
A deep male voice came from above her head, “Sixteen, sit.”
The excited dog wiggled its tail and sat down, waiting for Fu Tingzhou’s next command.
The woman in his arms shivered.
Fu Tingzhou looked down at her pale, panicked face.
Dressed in a black shirt, she was slim and delicate, his shirt hanging loosely on her, her slender, fair legs contrasting sharply with the black of the shirt.
The man’s eyes narrowed, while Sixteen, after sitting for two seconds, ran towards them again.
Tang Xi shook continuously with fright.
Fu Tingzhou frowned and intensified his tone, “Sixteen.”
The silver-gray large dog howled once.
Tang Xi’s heart was racing from the scare, but seeing that the big dog in front of her meant no harm, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, still in the man’s embrace.
The woman came to her senses, her face instantly flushed red, and she hurriedly backed away a certain distance, her heart pounding rapidly, the air still faintly filled with the man’s oaky fragrance.
Her voice still shaky, she looked at the large dog, “So you’re called Sixteen huh…”
Only when calmer did she realize, Sixteen was a large Alaskan Malamute, silver-gray with black patches.
It wagged its tail, tilting its head while looking at Tang Xi, which, with its large body, seemed somewhat comical and cute.
Tang Xi couldn’t help but crack a smile, no longer that frightened.