Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 359: I Can’t Help Myself When It Comes to You.

People nearby who heard this were stunned. They felt the same way as Lu Ci, yet none of them had the courage to speak out.

Who doesn’t know that Fu Shihan is notoriously cunning and sneaky? In the business circle, he claims to be second to none and no one dares to claim the first.

Compared with him, Su Wanxin is much more conscientious, right? Yet he has the audacity to call her a businessman and say he doesn’t like to be friends with her?

Isn’t his self-perception a bit off?

While others didn’t dare to utter a word, Lu Ci did. He steadied his emotions and joked with a smile, "Really? I think President Su is quite nice, and pretty too."

"Just average."

Average?

Not long ago, the bystanders who heard him praise Su Wanxin for being smart and beautiful were now completely baffled.

The one who said she was beautiful is you, and the one who said she was average is also you. President Fu’s taste in aesthetics sure changes fast.

So shamelessly and rightfully trashy—it really fits the old saying: With money, you can do anything.

Fu Shihan felt like he had crazily slapped his own face enough by now, and seeing that these fools couldn’t tell real from fake anyway, he quickly found an opportunity.

When Su Wanxin went to the restroom, he dragged her into a secluded stairwell. Shutting the emergency door, he gazed intently at her.

Su Wanxin’s lips were tightly pursed, ignoring him. He reached out, pulled her wrist, embraced her in his arms, and whispered tenderly in her ear, "Not angry anymore."

The emergency stairwell was especially dimly lit.

Su Wanxin tilted her head slightly and saw his deep, dark eyes filled with pleasing and doting looks.

It was a bit cold here, so he wrapped her in his jacket. One hand was around her slender waist, the other around her shoulder.

They stood in a dark corner in a pose of close intimacy, just a wall away from the bustling banquet hall. There was graceful music and noisy chatter.

In contrast, it was exceptionally quiet where they were.

Just a few hours ago, they had both been invited to an economic forum meeting. Sitting on stage under the gaze of hundreds, separated by several guests.

They picked up the microphone to discuss issues like "What are the views on the prevalence of the virtual currency market?" and "The Empire’s first interest rate cut in recent years, what impact will it have on the economic trade between Huadi and the Empire?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m

They watched some data provided by the organizers on the spot and improvised their speeches.

Their views have often been surprisingly consistent in the past, but today, Fu Shihan was always nitpicking, cunning, and mean.

His words were sharp and his points crafty; anybody else would’ve been rendered speechless by him on the spot.

But Su Wanxin responded calmly and countered point by point.

Right now, he was completely different from the aggressive President Fu on stage earlier.

There wasn’t a trace of dominance in his demeanor, his handsome face bore a gentle smile that others didn’t have a chance to see, sweetly speaking to the person in his arms.

"I was wrong."

Su Wanxin lowered her eyelids, forcing herself to suppress the warmth in her heart and asked indifferently, "Aside from Chen Lei, who else did you tell?"

"Only him, it just slipped out accidentally."

"You accidentally slipped?" Su Wanxin didn’t believe it.

"It happens. When it comes to you, I can’t help myself," Fu Shihan said confidently, kissing the corner of her mouth. "It won’t happen again. Not angry anymore, okay?"