Impossible to Resist: Mr. CEO Falling In Love

Chapter 109: Hard to Believe in True Feelings

Su Lingzhi left his embrace, looked at him, and asked, "What kind of conflict do you have with her?"

Fu Yinli didn’t answer.

His deep pupils were obscure and unclear, seemingly harboring complex emotions within the calmness, impossible to see through.

She never understood him.

Since neither of them was willing to tell her, she didn’t insist, "Even though I don’t know what happened between you two, could you resolve your differences for my sake?"

"As long as she doesn’t provoke me, everything is negotiable."

"Are you feeling better now?"

Fu Yinli looked at her deeply and said honestly, "No."

"..." Su Lingzhi’s expression froze for a moment; she was at a loss, then asked him, "Then what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Wait until you recover."

...

After two days of rest, Su Lingzhi’s spirits recovered completely.

When he sent off the last guest of the day, Su Lingzhi walked towards the person sitting in the courtyard, sat on his lap, and subconsciously glanced at the crystal ashtray on the table.

Su Lingzhi wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her gaze meticulously tracing over his deep brows and eyes, as if trying to capture his emotional state at this moment.

In these two days, he smoked more heavily than ever before.

She didn’t know what was going on with him that made him smoke so intensely.

The man’s eyes reflected her pure and clear face, and his gaze gradually deepened.

"Zhizhi."

"Hmm?"

Fu Yinli hugged her waist, pulling her closer, and asked her how she felt after watching the supermodel finals.

As soon as he spoke, Su Lingzhi immediately realized something, "Did you watch the show?"

He didn’t answer.

It was a silent acknowledgment that he knew she had voted for the champion.

"Before going there, I didn’t know what kind of show it was." Su Lingzhi raised her hand and swore to him, "Although I voted, it doesn’t mean I’m interested in him. I was voting from an objective standpoint."

As she spoke, she observed his expression change.

Gradually, she understood why he was in a bad mood for the past two days.

"You mistakenly thought I was interested in another man, so you were suppressing yourself?"

Su Lingzhi frowned, "Lili, you can’t do this."

She had been very clear about her feelings for him. How could he doubt her loyalty without asking anything and keep silent for two or three days?

How could he do this?

Fu Yinli furrowed his brow deeply, and explained, "I was afraid you’d be led astray, nothing more."

"Did you go to Paris to find me because of this?"

"Yes."

"You saw I was sick, so you didn’t bring up my mistake?"

Fu Yinli met her gaze and said in a calm voice, "In the future, can you not look at other men?"

In her early twenties, with an unsettled mind and a beautiful appearance, she had no shortage of admirers.

If she discovered that the person she liked now was a pretentious man, if she learned about his past, would she still like him as before?

He wasn’t even sure himself.

Someone who has been abandoned finds it hard to trust in sincerity again.

If, one day, she truly wants to leave him, he would hold her tightly by his side without reservation.

At this moment, Su Lingzhi clearly understood his possessiveness towards her, just as Shao Ming had said, his eyes could not tolerate even a grain of sand.

Thinking back on what happened in Paris those two days, she boldly guessed, "Was Lyrae’s popularity suppressed because I walked on the runway with James?"

Her response was met with silence.

She could feel the strength tightening around her waist.

It seemed like this was the conflict between him and Rika.

No wonder neither of them explained anything to her, no wonder Rika suddenly changed plans and took her to watch the supermodel finals live.

Now everything seemed a bit clearer.

However, she hadn’t done anything wrong from start to finish.

She was merely forcibly dragged by James to walk half the runway.

She thought that even if he saw it, he could tell she was coerced, but he said nothing, disregarding her relationship with Rika, and ruined a fashion show thoroughly.

The man she loved was ruthless to achieve his goals, and the woman she saw as a surrogate mother used her as a tool for revenge, leaving Su Lingzhi feeling cold towards both of them.

She struggled to get off him and left decisively.

"Zhizhi." Fu Yinli called out to her urgently.

"I don’t want to see you right now." Leaving these words behind, she left the manor villa in haste.

Ignoring the pursuit, she got into a taxi and returned to the apartment she rented.

Four cars followed behind simultaneously, making the taxi driver inexplicably scared, and he reminded her, "Miss, there are cars following us. Are you in trouble? Should we call the police?"

Hearing this, Su Lingzhi looked back, "It’s fine, just ignore them."

When she reached the apartment, she didn’t even glance at the people behind her and went directly upstairs.

In the driver’s seat, Housekeeper Zhao watched her go upstairs, puzzled about what had happened between them, wondering why the situation escalated so suddenly.

Moreover, this time it was quite serious, even refusing to take the family car.

He couldn’t find a chance to ask, so he could only watch her furious departing figure.

Inside the apartment, Su Lingzhi curled up in a corner of the sofa, her eyes clouded, unable to find a breakthrough, and even in her own domain, she couldn’t soothe the hurt she felt from both of them.

She was deeply entrapped in a paradox: once people make mistakes, all their past goodwill seems false, as well as Fu Yinli’s suffocating sense of control over her.

Amidst the heaviness, the night crept in, enveloping her in its shadow.

The phone rang numerous times until everything fell silent again.

Fu Yinli stood guard outside the door, his calm eyes dim and lifeless, scarily somber.

He knew the door lock’s code; he could unlock it and go in, but he didn’t, understanding well that barging in would only widen the gap between them.

During the long wait, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller’s name and picked up.

"Zhizhi." His voice was deep and hoarse.

Soon, the low voice from the other end reached his ears, "Go back, don’t wait outside, I want to be alone."

Before he could respond, she had already hung up the call.

Unwilling to say another word to him or hear his explanation.

But there really wasn’t much to explain.

He couldn’t bear to see her standing intimately with another man, nor could he tolerate others matching her with anyone else.

In the quiet corridor, the phone rang again.

This time it was a call from Xiao Li.

As soon as the call connected, Xiao Li’s voice came through, "President Fu, we’ve found Fu Kuangzheng."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yinli’s eyes tightened, instinctively gripping the phone tightly, and he said coldly, "Keep an eye on him, I’m coming over now."

He took one last look at the tightly closed door in front of him before turning and heading downstairs.