As Fu Xiaotang left Jinshui International, ready to leave with Ji Shan, someone suddenly rushed up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her aside. Recognizing the person, Fu Xiaotang struggled, “What are you doing, Song Li? Let go of me!”
Song Li gripped her hand tightly, his expression serious, and whispered, “From today, be careful in everything, understand? Let Fang Junjie keep a close watch on you.”
Ji Shan, pulling Fu Xiaotang away, said to Song Li, “Young Master Li, you’re overthinking. Fang Junjie now treasures Tangtang like a precious pearl; he doesn’t need your reminders. You should worry about yourself; by openly opposing Zhang Rong, you’ve practically put yourself on a blacklist. Just keep your distance from Tangtang, and she’ll be safer than you.”
Fu Xiaotang was still staring intently at Fu Xiaotang, who suddenly remembered something and angrily said, “Why didn’t you sign? You’ve been scheming all this time just to get a divorce, haven’t you? Why didn’t you sign?” Song Li’s face, usually gloomy, suddenly broke into a mocking smile as he taunted, “I just won’t sign. What can you do to me?” “Suit yourself,” Fu Xiaotang forcefully shook off his hand and muttered as she walked away, “Anyway, there’s only one week left.” Song Li, who had been faintly smiling, suddenly froze, took a few quick steps to grab Fu Xiaotang’s shoulders, and demanded, “What did you say? What do you mean by ‘one week’?” “You know exactly what I mean!” Fu Xiaotang met his gaze fearlessly. “Didn’t you hear what Shi Ge said just now? He gave you one week to give Liu Yi an explanation. One week, huh? You’d better go back and sign the papers instead of messing around with me. Think about how you’re going to marry her.” Song Li pulled Fu Xiaotang towards him, glaring at her with the intensity of a hawk, as if he could see through her. He roared into her face, word by word, “Are you that eager for me to marry her? What benefit do you get from me marrying her? Would it make you happy, huh?”
Fu Xiaotang was speechless, biting her lip hard, her face flushed with emotion. His grip on her shoulders was like a vice, painfully tight, but she stared back defiantly. Cheng Yu, standing nearby, looked on with a complex expression, frowning and gesturing to pull Song Li away, “Li, let go, you’re hurting her!” Ji Shan also tried to pull Fu Xiaotang back, whispering to Song Li, “Song Li, isn’t this enough? There are reporters all around, and if this makes the headlines tomorrow, it will only drag Tangtang down.” Song Li abruptly released his grip, panting heavily as he stared at Fu Xiaotang, his chest heaving. “I’ll tell you, I keep my word. I won’t marry anyone else in this lifetime except for you!” Fu Xiaotang looked at him for a few seconds, then softly said, “That’s your business,” before quickly turning away with Ji Shan.
