Chapter 077: The Arrival of Violet Fu

Chapter 077: The Arrival of Ziqing Fu!

“Master Li? Weren’t you on business in Europe? How do you have time to call me?” The call was quickly answered, and a voice tinged with surprise sounded from within.

This Master Li was none other than Li Dongze, heir to Dongyu Group, one of the top ten private enterprises in Donghai. The recipient of his call was his closest friend and follower, Zhang Guotao, son of a deputy general manager of Dongyu Group.

“Guotao, I need you to do something for me,” Li Dongze said gravely.

“What is it? Just tell me, Master Li.” Sensing the seriousness in Li Dongze’s tone, Zhang Guotao immediately became earnest.

“I want you to have someone investigate Xu Shiqi’s recent activities,” Li Dongze ordered.

“What?” Zhang Guotao thought he’d misheard. “Master Li, are you kidding? Xu Shiqi is your fiancée. If you ask me to track her, and she finds out—”

“Just do as I say. Don’t ask so many questions.” Li Dongze interrupted impatiently.

“Uh…” Zhang Guotao shrank back, too intimidated to object. Though he usually joked around with Li Dongze, he actually held great respect—and a little fear—for the heir. He knew his role well: Li Dongze’s follower.

“Hurry up. I can’t go back right now. Let me know immediately if anything happens,” Li Dongze instructed again.

“I understand, Master Li. Don’t worry, I’ll get you the information as soon as possible,” Zhang Guotao replied earnestly, dropping the casual address.

“Go,” Li Dongze said, finally hanging up the phone. He glanced toward the conference room, but didn’t return; instead, he strode toward his suite, his eyes icy cold.

Click.

Opening the door, Li Dongze walked in swiftly…

“Master Li, weren’t you in a meeting? Why are you back?”

On the plush palace-style bed, a disheveled woman lazily sat up, looking quizzically at Li Dongze as he entered.

Anyone familiar with Li Dongze would have been stunned: this young woman on the bed bore at least a fifty percent resemblance to Xu Shiqi, both in face and figure.

“I missed you,” Li Dongze said with a mischievous smile, leaping onto the bed and pressing her beneath him.

“Master Li, be gentle!” The woman, so similar to Xu Shiqi, gasped coquettishly, her breathing growing rapid.

Li Dongze ignored her, venting his frustration as he moved, coldly thinking: Xu Shiqi, you'd better not betray me. Even if you’re the woman I love most, I won’t forgive you.

—

Chu Fei did not make it to work on time.

He was stopped at the entrance of the building.

“Mr. Chu, the young lady wishes to see you.”

Blocking Chu Fei’s path was a woman in her early thirties, exuding both elegance and sensuality. Her figure was alluring, her features refined, and her shoulder-length hair gave her a fresh appearance. A pair of black-framed glasses perched upon her delicate nose, reminiscent of Xu Shiqi’s style, yet she radiated not an intellectual beauty, but a sharp, formidable aura. Her stunning face was devoid of any smile, her gaze was cold, and her words carried a chilly indifference.

Chu Fei looked at her and gave a wry smile—she had finally arrived.

He knew this woman well. Her name was Xiao Jing, the personal assistant to his first fiancée, Ziqing Fu, and a true core member of the Fu family.

Chu Fei had long expected Ziqing Fu would seek him out one day, but hadn’t thought it would be so soon. He knew, from experience, that her patience far exceeded his own.

“I don’t have time to go to Donghai right now,” Chu Fei said, assuming Xiao Jing was here to escort him to Donghai to meet Ziqing Fu, and instinctively refusing. Deep down, he truly didn’t want to face his fiancée—the pressure was too great!

“You don’t need to go to Donghai. The young lady has already arrived in Kun City,” Xiao Jing replied, her voice still cold. She frowned slightly at Chu Fei, not believing he was worthy of Ziqing Fu. In her eyes, no man in this world was worthy of her.

“Ziqing Fu is in Kun City?”

Chu Fei was stunned. Though Donghai and Kun City were adjacent, Ziqing Fu coming in person to see him was unexpected.

“Come with me,” Xiao Jing said, turning away without answering.

“She certainly has a strong personality,” Chu Fei muttered, following with a helpless smile.

—

It was a western restaurant in Xingyue Plaza, empty in the early morning.

Xiao Jing led Chu Fei directly to a private room at the back, not bothering to knock, simply pushing the door open and stepping aside. Her task was complete—the rest did not concern her.

Chu Fei hesitated at the door before steeling himself to enter.

The room wasn’t large, but had a wide window. A graceful woman stood at the window, back to Chu Fei, holding a cup of coffee and gazing outside, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing the door open, she turned, her gaze falling lightly upon Chu Fei.

In that instant, Chu Fei felt a rush of awe.

Though it wasn’t his first time seeing her, every encounter left him stunned. This was Ziqing Fu. Words of praise for women seemed inadequate for her beauty; only “peerless” or “enchantingly beautiful” could barely suffice.

Ziqing Fu was extraordinarily beautiful—her looks seemed to surpass the limits of human perception. Standing at nearly 1.76 meters, she was tall, her figure perfectly balanced between slender and voluptuous, her posture graceful yet not overtly flirtatious, instead exuding a noble, powerful aura. Her features were flawless, so much so that even Chu Fei—who had seen countless beauties—could not find a single flaw. Only one word fit: perfection.

Not only beautiful, but cold, noble, and proud.

Such was the first impression Ziqing Fu gave. Even when she smiled, there was a sense of distance, as if she were unreachable. Few men in the world had ever witnessed her smile; Chu Fei was an exception—not only had he seen it, he’d seen it more than once. Yet he almost wished he hadn’t, for her smile could leave him breathless.

Of course.

Ziqing Fu was known as the most beautiful woman in Donghai not merely for her looks, but for her astonishing talent and business acumen. On her eighteenth birthday, she inherited control of the Fu family from her grandfather. In the eight years since, she had multiplied the family’s assets several times over—a miracle in Donghai. Where once there were only five great families, the Fu family, thanks to her, earned its place as the sixth. Her every move was studied by business experts as a textbook example.

In Donghai, she was a legend.

Now, at twenty-six, she was still considered a mere girl by many elders, yet her achievements outshone all the older generation of Donghai’s business world. Though a woman, she had outperformed all the younger Fu family heirs.

It wasn’t that the other Fu family descendants lacked talent—it was that Ziqing Fu was so outstanding, she eclipsed them all.

And now, this legendary woman stood before Chu Fei, facing him at close range. If any gossip-monger saw this scene, it would surely make tonight’s headlines.

“Chu Fei, long time no see,” Ziqing Fu spoke first, her voice clear and melodious, ethereal enough to cleanse the soul, yet carrying an aura that warned strangers away.

“Yes, it’s been a while,” Chu Fei replied, smiling. As he entered the private room, his mood calmed. No matter how dazzling or admired Ziqing Fu was, she was his fiancée—that was undeniable. Though being in her presence always pressured him, he would not let himself appear timid before his own woman.

“When do you plan to come home?” Ziqing Fu quietly asked, gazing at him.

“Home? I’m already living at home,” Chu Fei feigned ignorance.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

Ziqing Fu’s expression remained unchanged. “I mean our home in Donghai.”

“That’s your home, not mine,” Chu Fei shook his head. Her straightforwardness left him no room to play dumb.

“My home is yours. The entire Fu family is yours, including me. You know that,” Ziqing Fu said, raising an eyebrow lightly.

“Ziqing Fu, you’re wrong. The Fu family is the Fu family—it has nothing to do with me,” Chu Fei replied seriously, gazing at her breathtaking face. He frowned. “As for our relationship, you could just consider it nonexistent. The old trickster was only joking back then; you don’t have to take it seriously.”

“But it’s the truth,” Ziqing Fu shook her head.

He chuckled, a bit helpless. He knew she would say that. He shrugged: “Ziqing Fu, tell me honestly today—do you really want to marry me?”

“No.”

Ziqing Fu shook her head without the slightest hesitation.

Her bluntness left Chu Fei momentarily stunned. He blinked twice before he could react. She was truly direct—almost excessively so. Yet he wasn’t offended. Any normal woman forced into a predetermined fate would naturally resist, especially a goddess-like talent such as Ziqing Fu.

Her expression remained calm, as if she hadn’t said anything remarkable. She continued: “Though I don’t want to, I won’t break the promise made years ago. I have no time for romance like other women. Since I’ll have to marry eventually, marrying you is just as well—isn’t it?”

“So you’re just resigning yourself to fate?” Chu Fei smiled, finding her words perplexing.

“At least, in my eyes, you aren’t completely useless,” Ziqing Fu said seriously.

Chu Fei was even more speechless. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Why did it sound so awkward...

“I know you won’t come back with me, and I won’t force you,” Ziqing Fu paused, then continued, “I came this time to tell you: next Sunday is my grandfather’s eightieth birthday. I want you to accompany me to the celebration.”

“I won’t go. Just give him my congratulations,” Chu Fei shook his head. He only knew Ziqing Fu in the Fu family—why go? It would only be awkward.

He also knew that within the Fu family, the engagement between himself and Ziqing Fu was disputed. Not everyone acknowledged it; in fact, aside from Ziqing Fu herself, probably no one did.

Ziqing Fu seemed unsurprised by his refusal. Her gaze remained gentle as she said, “I’ve received word that the Lin family will propose marriage at the banquet. You know that our engagement has always been contentious. If you don’t attend, it will be difficult for me.”

Chu Fei abruptly looked up at her peerless face, finally understanding the true reason she had come to see him.

[The first fiancée has finally made her debut. What do you think? Many female characters in this novel are high-IQ types—at least, that’s how I wrote them. I wonder how they come across to you? Of course, it’s meant to be an enjoyable read, not a story of intrigue.]