Chapter 11: The Stolen Fiancé

“I... I don’t know.”

Fu Chen still wasn’t clear about what he truly felt in his heart.

Jing Yan’s expression grew darker. “If you don’t know, then don’t see Luo Luo for now. Fu, please take care of it.”

“Sorry, but... I will definitely give Yun Luo and the Jing family an explanation as soon as possible.”

After saying this, Fu Chen left the Jing residence.

After going upstairs, Jing Yan looked at the room opposite his own. He had intended to knock and have a proper talk with Yang Wan, but in the end, he lowered his hand.

In his current state, he couldn’t offer Yang Wan a hopeful future.

Inside the room, Yang Wan and Jing Yun Luo weren’t resting; they were on a video call.

Yes, one lived on the second floor, the other on the third, yet they still had to video chat...

“Sister Wanwan, for the next three days, don’t pay any attention to my second uncle, okay?”

“Why?”

“That’s the only way he’ll truly see his own heart!”

“But... he usually doesn’t talk to me much. If I ignore him too, won’t that backfire?”

“It won’t. Just trust me!”

“Alright, anyway, he hardly pays attention to me if I don’t.”

“Enough about me. What about you and Fu Chen... what’s going on?”

“Hmm... just dragging it out. He doesn’t like me anyway.”

“Not like you? Look at how he acted at the bar today. If you say he doesn’t care for you at all, I don’t believe it!”

“Hmm... maybe he’s just a person with a strong sense of justice? Maybe he would have helped someone else too today?”

Jing Yun Luo didn’t want to raise her hopes too high after all—higher hopes meant deeper disappointment.

[System, besides the strategy target, is there no other way to restore my divine power?]

[Yes, my lord! But once you restore your divine power, you can use it in future mission worlds as well!]

[That’s actually quite cost-effective...]

The next day.

Jing Yun Luo wrestled with her thoughts all night and finally decided to take the initiative!

Early the next morning, she went to the supermarket to buy ingredients. After lunch, she gave Jing Yan acupuncture, then took the prepared meal and headed straight to Fu Corporation.

At first, the receptionist stopped her—after all, their CEO had previously instructed that Miss Jing was not allowed into the company.

Fu Chen had indeed been very busy recently, and since the engagement between the two families had been broken off, he assumed Jing Yun Luo wouldn’t come looking for him again. So he forgot to remind his assistant to inform the receptionist.

But who was Jing Yun Luo? She was the little lucky charm!

One moment the receptionist blocked her, the next moment Fu Chen’s assistant, Xiao Zhu, happened to come downstairs and saw Jing Yun Luo.

“Miss Jing! What brings you here?”

Seeing the lunchbox in her hand, Xiao Zhu immediately understood she had come to deliver food to their CEO.

“Please come in, Miss Jing. I’ll take you to the CEO’s office.”

“Thank you,” Jing Yun Luo replied gently.

As they passed the front desk, Xiao Zhu gave some instructions to the receptionist. Jing Yun Luo didn’t know exactly what was said, but she guessed it was to make sure no one stopped her again.

At Fu Chen’s office door, Xiao Zhu didn’t enter further—he didn’t want to disturb the sweet moments between the young couple.

Jing Yun Luo knocked.

“Come in!”

As soon as she entered, she heard Fu Chen say, “Why hasn’t the quarterly report been delivered yet?”

“That’s me,” she replied, placing the lunchbox on the nearby tea table.

Fu Chen looked up and saw Jing Yun Luo.

“Yun Luo? Why are you here?”

Jing Yun Luo sat on the sofa and took out the dishes from the lunchbox one by one. “I came to bring you lunch. I heard from Auntie that you haven’t been home these past few days and probably haven’t eaten properly. So, I made this for you—try it.”

Fu Chen stood by her side, stunned. He hadn’t expected Jing Yun Luo to come and bring him food.

“Why are you just standing there? Sit down and eat. Sorry I’m a bit late—you must be hungry, right?”

Jing Yun Luo took Fu Chen’s hand and sat down, placing chopsticks in his palm.

“Eat!”

“Have you eaten?”

Fu Chen looked at Jing Yun Luo, his voice gentle.

She rested her right hand on her knee, propping her chin up, and looked at him. “Not yet. But I prepared enough for two. Would you like to eat with me, Mr. Fu?”

“Of course I would. I’d be delighted.”

Fu Chen raised his hand and tousled Jing Yun Luo’s hair.

He was surprised at himself for such an intimate gesture toward her.

But... seeing that Jing Yun Luo didn’t resist or say anything, Fu Chen relaxed. As long as she didn’t dislike him, there was still hope.

“Did you really just come to bring me food because of my mother?”

Fu Chen asked cautiously, not daring to look at her, afraid she might see through his thoughts.

Jing Yun Luo smiled brightly at his awkwardness. “Fu Chen, why so subtle in asking?”

“I…”

“Alright, I’m not teasing you. Why else would I bring you food? Because I’m worried about you.”

Her words were sincere—she truly was worried. After all, Fu Chen was her strategy target. If something happened to him, who else would she pursue?

Previously... Su Wanwan, the so-called female lead, had been draining Fu Chen’s luck!

If it went on too long, Fu Chen might suffer misfortune.

Though Jing Yun Luo couldn’t understand why—after all, Fu Chen was the male lead—why would the female lead want to siphon his luck?

But it didn’t matter. With her around, Fu Chen certainly wouldn’t die.

“Yun Luo, about us... it was my fault before. Can you forgive me?”

Jing Yun Luo sighed. “Fu Chen, I know why you resist marriage, or why you resist marrying me.”

“Yun Luo...”

Fu Chen was about to explain, but she continued, “All my life, I’ve asked myself why my mother doesn’t like me.

“At first, I thought if I was good enough, she would love me. But then, my parents divorced and my mother married what she called her true love.

“Ridiculous, right? My parents’ marriage was an alliance, but my mother and Su Wanwan’s father were the true love. That’s why my mother preferred Su Wanwan—or rather, only liked Su Wanwan.

“Honestly, back then, I envied Su Wanwan. Actually, part of the reason you chose to get close to Su Wanwan was probably because of this, wasn’t it?

“Fu Chen, we’re both people who seem to live in darkness. That’s why we yearn for the light.

“But, Fu Chen, Su Wanwan isn’t really someone living in the light either.”

Jing Yun Luo stood up and walked to the window, gazing at the scenery outside. “Fu Chen, rather than being moths drawn to a flame, how about... we depend on each other?”

The chopsticks in Fu Chen’s hand fell onto the table. He had silently moved behind Jing Yun Luo and slowly wrapped his arms around her. “Yun Luo... you are the light.”

Since helping Jing Yun Luo retrieve that bracelet, a beam of light had indeed shone into Fu Chen’s life.

Fu Chen knew that Jing Yun Luo was surely a gift sent from heaven.