Yan Xi still held a glimmer of hope in her heart, believing that if she tried hard to accommodate Fu Yan Ting and clarify the misunderstanding from five years ago, there might still be a chance for them.
Now, it seemed she had overthought things.
Yan Xi's thoughts drifted back five years.
Seeing Yan Xi remain silent, Xin Yi couldn't help but frown and said indifferently, "Miss Yan, I advise you to accept this plane ticket."
"Is this Fu Yan Ting's decision or yours?"
Hearing Xin Yi call her name, Yan Xi suddenly asked.
Xin Yi was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised that Yan Xi would ask such a question.
But then again, for a woman like Yan Xi, who would resort to any means to achieve her goals, what was she incapable of doing?
Her current shameless persistence was just the tip of the iceberg.
Seeing that Xin Yi was ignoring her question, Yan Xi spoke again, "I want to know, is this Fu Yan Ting's decision?"
"Miss Yan, things have reached this point. Is there any meaning in pursuing this now? Don't forget, you were the one who insisted on leaving the boss back then. You almost killed him trying to force him to sign the divorce papers."
Even now, recalling the events of five years ago, Xin Yi still felt a lingering fear. He couldn't understand why Yan Xi could shamelessly return to Fu Yan Ting's side.
Faced with Xin Yi's questioning, Yan Xi felt a lump in her throat.
She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to begin.
"Miss Yan, ask yourself, have you been fair to the boss? When he knew you were being bullied by your maternal family, he stood up for you. If it weren't for the boss, your maternal family wouldn't have let you off so easily. And those people from the Yao family, if the boss hadn't protected you in secret, do you really think you could have stood against them?"
"Fu Yan Ting never told me about these things. I didn't know."
Yan Xi was so shocked that she was speechless.
If Xin Yi hadn't told her these things, Yan Xi would still be in the dark.
Fu Yan Ting had never mentioned these matters to Yan Xi, so she had no idea how much he had done for her.
"Why didn't you tell me all this sooner? I didn't know, I knew nothing..."
"If I had told you all this sooner, would you not have hurt the boss? If I had told you all this sooner, would you not have schemed against and used the boss?"
With every word Xin Yi spoke, his disgust for Yan Xi grew.
Yan Xi's emotions were on the verge of collapse.
Fu Yan Ting had always been helping Yan Xi.
But what about her?
She had been hurting Fu Yan Ting all along.
"Even your return to the boss's side this time, the boss knew exactly why you came back, yet he indulged you to stay by his side. He just wanted to see how heartless a woman could be to hurt a man who loved her deeply."
"No, it's not what Fu Yan Ting thinks. Although Mu Huai threatened me and I had no choice but to return to Fu Yan Ting, I never intended to truly hurt him. I just wanted to deceive Mu Huai and rescue my son. That's all."
After explaining to Xin Yi, Yan Xi asked anxiously, "Where is Fu Yan Ting? I want to explain to him again in person."
"Miss Yan, things have reached this point, and it's too late for anything you say now. If you truly love the boss and care about him, please leave quietly."
Yan Xi clenched her fists tightly, as if holding onto something precious in her palms, then slowly opened her hands.
In the evening, Fu Yan Ting returned home after finishing his work at the company. As he passed by, he saw someone selling roasted sweet potatoes and frowned.
He couldn't understand why girls were so fond of such junk food.
Despite his utter disdain, he remembered that Yan Xi liked them. He got out of the car, bought roasted sweet potatoes for Yan Xi, and then sped home.
Roasted sweet potatoes were best eaten hot, especially when they were freshly baked and still oozing with syrup.
To ensure Yan Xi had the best roasted sweet potatoes, Fu Yan Ting ran countless red lights on the way.
When a police officer tried to fine him, he generously wrote a check for five million.
The police officer was taken aback by Fu Yan Ting's immense wealth.
Fu Yan Ting said calmly, "Write out all the fines for this year. This money should be enough."
Seeing Fu Yan Ting's signature at the bottom of the check, the police officer swallowed hard.
He had heard that the head of the Fu family was handsome and wealthy, and indeed, seeing was believing.
After giving instructions, Fu Yan Ting drove away.
When he returned home, he placed the roasted sweet potatoes on the coffee table in the living room.
He instructed the butler to call Yan Xi downstairs.
While waiting for Yan Xi, Fu Yan Ting thought about how he could naturally tell her that he had bought the roasted sweet potatoes for her without arousing suspicion.
A moment later, the butler came down. Seeing Fu Yan Ting, he said cautiously, "Sir, Miss Yan has left."
"What do you mean? Where did she go?"
Hearing the butler's words, Fu Yan Ting felt a vague sense of unease.
But he also knew clearly the purpose of Yan Xi's return to his side.
Fu Yan Ting told himself not to panic. Yan Xi wouldn't leave voluntarily before achieving her goal.
And he had made thorough preparations for Yan Xi to stay by his side and scheme against him.
The butler dared not meet Fu Yan Ting's gaze, nor could he tell him that Xin Yi had seen Yan Xi. Hearing Fu Yan Ting's question, the butler replied indifferently, "I'm not sure, Miss Yan didn't tell us. However, Miss Yan left you a letter."
After speaking, the butler handed the letter to Fu Yan Ting.
Fu Yan Ting took the letter and began to read.
As he read on, his expression grew increasingly grim.
Finally, he closed the letter and put it back in the envelope.
Then, he closed his eyes in despair.
Before, Yan Xi could pretend to stay by Fu Yan Ting's side with a purpose.
She could feign compliance and live with him.
But now, she was unwilling to even go through the motions.
In Yan Xi's heart, was he truly so terrible?
"Zhang Ma, do you think I'm terrible? Bad-tempered, eccentric, old, and not gentle or considerate?" Fu Yan Ting looked at the ceiling and suddenly asked with great emotion.
It was as if he was asking, but also murmuring to himself.