Chapter 136: Enemies Often Cross Paths

— Dyson: [As your brother, I still have to tell you a few things. You know the saying, "honest advice is hard to swallow but good for the soul," right?]

— Dyson: [Mu Yinyin is actually a very good wife; she is quite qualified. Looking at her behavior over the past few years, especially regarding your grandmother, I really think you should investigate the events from back then. It is possible that this truly has nothing to do with her.]

When Fu Siye read this, he was once again angered into a laugh. Who else could it be but Mu Yinyin? If it weren't for her, then... she would not have died, and Shiqing would not have ended up in this state.

However, Fu Siye couldn't be bothered to say so much to Dyson, nor did he have the interest. Just as he was about to set his phone down, it vibrated again.

— Dyson: [You haven't been divorced for long; her feelings won't fade that quickly. At most, she’s just disappointed. If you put in some effort, you can win her back. If you drag this on any longer, it might really be over. As your brother, I’m just afraid you’ll regret this deeply later.]

Fu Siye frowned, his heart in turmoil, and he threw the phone aside. It vibrated again, but he didn't intend to glance at it, let alone reply to Dyson with a single word.

As for Dyson, he had long guessed that this stubborn man wouldn't reply. He didn't mind; he had said what needed to be said, and he had fulfilled his duties as a brother. Whether Fu Siye truly cherished her was entirely up to him.

In Country M, the night grew deeper; it was already well past midnight.

Yet, Fu Siye felt not a hint of sleepiness. After coming out of the bathroom, he felt exceptionally alert, as if he could pull two more all-nighters without any trouble.

However, Fu Siye was clearly in a foul mood today. After coming out, he lay on the bed, having no intention of continuing his work.

Seeing a few unread messages on his phone, he decided to open them after all.

They were all Dyson’s attempts to persuade him—even bringing up the old adage about what happens when one ignores the advice of elders.

Fu Siye irritably put his phone down again, his expression growing exceptionally dark.

Mu Yinyin.

Mu Yinyin.

Thinking of her standing with Lu Sinian during the day, he couldn't help but sneer. Mu Yinyin knew she couldn't gain anything more from him, so she immediately turned to hook up with Lu Sinian. What an impressive talent this woman had!

Fu Siye rubbed his brow and closed his eyes in agitation.

The night passed just like that.

When he woke up in the morning, Fu Siye stood before the vanity and noticed a faint bruise under his eyes. His expression darkened further. He had never had such symptoms when working overtime through the night, yet after just lying in bed all night, he looked like this?

The doorbell rang suddenly. Fu Siye turned off the faucet and walked over. Upon opening the door, he saw Mu Teng standing there with breakfast.

"President Fu, your break—" Before he could finish, Mu Teng froze, looking at the man before him in surprise. Why did Fu Siye have dark circles under his eyes?

What was going on?

Fu Siye frowned and took the breakfast.

Bang—

Mu Teng was left standing outside the door.

And the sound of Fu Siye closing the door had been... a bit loud, hadn't it?

Mu Teng was dumbfounded. Was President Fu in such a foul mood this early in the morning?

Could it be that President Mu had contacted him again?

Otherwise... why would he be like this?

He touched the tip of his nose, not daring to pry any further, and returned to his room with his own breakfast to fill his stomach.

As the auction drew closer, everyone began their preparations.

Fu Siye, however, didn't seem to be in a rush, nor did he have his heart set on anything specific; he was just there for standard business dealings.

Except.

Perhaps it was a case of "enemies often cross paths."

Mu Yinyin ran into Fu Siye once again, and to their misfortune, they ended up in the same elevator.

This time, they were alone.

Mu Yinyin frowned slightly. She had no desire to greet him, feeling there was nothing left to say.

Both were heading to the top floor.

Fu Siye’s expression turned exceptionally grim the moment he saw her. Seeing her beautiful face and her refusal to speak a word to him, he couldn't help but recall what Dyson had said the previous night.

In an instant, a sense of agitation welled up within him.

But Mu Yinyin was unaware of his inner turmoil; she only saw that the man’s expression had turned sour upon seeing her. Rolling her eyes in silence, she spoke up, "I know you hate me, but we are divorced now. I’m not tied to your every move as I was before, so there's no need to keep such a sullen face all the time. From a medical standpoint, keeping this up is bad for your physical and mental health."

Fu Siye: "..."

The veins on his forehead seemed to throb.

Mu Yinyin glanced at him twice before speaking again in a detached tone, "Don't worry, other than necessary collaborations, I won't appear before you. I won't bother you or be an eyesore for any extra time."

Mu Yinyin thought that after providing these assurances, Fu Siye’s expression might soften, but... she noticed that after she said this, his face looked even worse.

She was baffled. Which part went wrong?

Fu Siye’s malicious gaze fell upon her face as he spoke in a low voice, "I’ve seen plenty of 'hard-to-get' ploys, Mu Yinyin. I hope you aren't playing games."

Mu Yinyin: "..."

So, he thought she was playing hard to get. No wonder his expression was so foul.

She smiled. "Fair enough. Saying those things to you was a bit redundant."

With that, she fell silent.

Since he didn't believe her, there was no point in saying anything more.

Regardless, she had no intention of having any further intersection with Fu Siye. Whether he believed her or not was his business; it had nothing to do with her.

Fu Siye’s gaze seemed to grow even sharper.

The elevator soon reached the top floor.

The moment the doors opened, Mu Yinyin stepped out, as if she didn't want to spend one more second with him.

Fu Siye’s expression remained dark, but without a word, he followed her out.

However, the sudden ringing of Mu Yinyin’s phone drew both their attention.

A flash of mockery crossed Fu Siye’s eyes. It must be Lu Sinian again!

Unaware of his thoughts, Mu Yinyin took out her phone. Seeing the number, she glanced at Fu Siye, sneered, and answered the call.

"What is it?"

Her voice was as cold as ever.

Nan Shiqing had expected Mu Yinyin’s attitude and didn't mind. She spoke in a soft, gentle voice, "Sister, where are you? Are you free to have lunch together today?"

Mu Yinyin’s gaze flickered. Fu Siye must have told Nan Shiqing that he was leaving; surely she knew he was in Country M now?

She pondered for a moment, then looked at the man beside her who was in no hurry to leave, and said thoughtfully, "I am in Country M."