Beautiful Blues

Lu Qingzhuo naturally and skillfully hooked her arm around Fu Yumian’s, leaning in close to her ear with a smile. “President Fu, what do you need from me? I was just chatting with a friend.” Fu Yumian raised an eyebrow in confusion. “A friend?” That person just now—the one fuming with anger—was a friend? “Do you know Jiang Yanwei?” Lu Qingzhuo asked. “She used to be in the same company as me, but later, a rival company poached her with a high offer. Now, she’s even been nominated for a Golden Statue Award for Best Actress.” Fu Yumian detected a faint hint of sourness in Lu Qingzhuo’s voice, though she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination. “I don’t know her.” Fu Yumian shook her head but then added, “Though I did hear Han Tian mention her. The role that got her nominated—wasn’t it originally yours?” “That’s right.” Lu Qingzhuo nodded, casually rubbing the back of her head. “But I was hospitalized with an injury at the time and missed the opportunity. Even now, my head still aches ...

Lu Qingzhuo was stunned once again. She parted her lips slightly, staring straight at Fu Yumian, sitting upright as if trying to confirm whether Fu Yumian was deceiving her. However, Fu Yumian barely lifted her head. She gently traced the delicate patterns on the porcelain cup with her fingertips and sighed. "This diamond ring is the only one of its kind in the world. I've already had it retrieved from the museum. It's just a shame that you're not interested." "Then what do you want..." Lu Qingzhuo's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, making Fu Yumian's heart itch. The corners of her lips curved up as she stood, looking down at the other woman. "Add another clause to the agreement: during special physiological periods, including heat and susceptibility periods, both parties must take care of each other." --- The next day, Lin Zhiyu still came looking for Lu Qingzhuo and cornered her inside a room, even locking the door from the...

Lu Qingzhuo swallowed hard, her entire body stiffening into an awkward posture. Meanwhile, Fu Yumian lay slumped against her shoulder, completely drenched, the scent of alcohol on her skin intoxicatingly rich. "President Fu... you... what do you want me to do?" Lu Qingzhuo had no experience in this area. Despite being over twenty years old, she was still completely inexperienced. Her panicked reaction amused Fu Yumian at first, but soon, impatience crept in. "You don’t know how?" Lu Qingzhuo: "..." Do I look like someone who would know how?! Fu Yumian’s tone even carried a hint of reproach. "If you don’t know, why didn’t you learn?" Lu Qingzhuo: "..." She froze on the spot, utterly dumbfounded. Was this something she could just go and learn? But how could she possibly refute Fu Yumian’s words to her face? All she could do was gauge Fu Yumian’s mood and comply accordingly. "But, President Fu, this kind of thing..." The whole id...