Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Chapter 417: Keep Your Wife’s Body as A Jade and Find A Woman to Accompany YouWhen Mo Chengyu heard him agree, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Then I’ll order us some good wine. Don’t keep me waiting for long.”

Fu Tingyu hung up his phone, noting the time on its display. He would join Mo Chengyu as soon as he wrapped up his paperwork for the day.

Elsewhere, in a private room numbered 808…

Mo Chengyu pocketed his phone and said to Yun Qichen, “Brother Yu will be here shortly. Drink as much as you’d like. You shan’t leave till you are drunk tonight.

Yun Qichen eyed the girl seated next to Mo Chengyu. Her name was Yang Yuan. She was a student who had just entered university. She was an astounding beauty with a body to die for. Unlike other women in the bar, Yang Yuan was dressed differently. With her head lowered, she looked the very picture of demure innocence.

Worry clouded his thoughts. “Chengyu, are you sure it is wise to have her drink with brother Yu?”

Mo Chengyu snuck a glance at Yang Yuan who was seated next to him. “But of course! It took me ages to find a woman as good as she is. The most important thing is that she’s clean. She’s far better than those women loitering in the bar.”

Yang Yuan stared at the floor. Her cheeks were flushed a vivid rouge. It was hard to say if she was feeling afraid or embarrassed.

Mo Chengyu noticed her scarlet cheeks, the hands gripping the hem of her blouse tightly, and whispered in her ear, “Are you nervous?”

Yang Yuan recoiled like she had been burnt. Mo Chengyu was too close to her. Any closer and his lips would have brushed against the tip of her ear. It made her ear tingle.

Shaking her head, Yan Yuan murmured, “No.”

Mo Chengyu paused. “He likes girls who are timid.”

Just then, the door to their private room was pushed open. Fu Tingyu’s svelte silhouette strode in. His eyes immediately latched onto the seated woman in the room, causing his brows to furrow.

Mo Chengyu was the first to greet the man who had entered. “Brother Yu, you’ve kept us waiting for quite a while! Come sit with us. As punishment, you’ll have to drink three glasses of wine..

Fu Tingyu closed the door behind him and settled next to Yun Qichen.

True to his word, Mo Chengyu filled three glasses with wine.

Yun Qichen laughed. “I heard that you’ve been very busy lately. Chengyu has asked you out a few times but today has been the only occasion you have accepted his invite.”

“Yes, I have been a little busy with a project of mine.” Fu Tingyu inclined his head in the woman’s direction. His voice sounded in an emotionless monotone. “Is she your new girlfriend?”

“Brother Yu doesn’t know me well at all. Her name is Yang Yuan. She is a student. I invited her over for a drink.” Mo Chengyu picked up the glasses of wine he had poured and handed them to Fu Tingyu, a gaudy smile hanging on his lips.

“You’ve invited me out for a drink quite a few times already. It would be impolite of me to reject you again. I’ll happily accept the punishment of drinking three glasses of wine.” Fu Tingyu brought his glass of wine to his lips and relished the rich, full-bodied taste of the alcohol.

Pleased by Fu Tingyu’s candid actions, Mo Chengyu poured Yang Yuan a glass of wine too.

“A toast.” Mo Chengyu offered a glass to Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan hesitated for a few seconds but eventually received the proffered glass. She sidled over from where she sat and positioned herself opposite Mo Chengyu.

Previously, Mo Chengyu had spent a considerable amount of time educating her on Fu Tingyu’s preferences and right down to his appearance.

It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words. No matter how well he tried to describe Fu Tingyu’s likes or dislikes, Yang Yuan would only know how to respond when she actually met him.

Fu Tingyu’s appearance was, by far, more impressive than she had ever imagined. He was an adonis made flesh but one who gave off a cool, unapproachable feel.

Mo Chengyu informed her that everyone simply referred to him as fourth young master.

Yang Yuan raised her wine glass in a toast and called out, “Fourth young master.”

Her tone was neither cold nor warm. It trembled with a note of nervousness.

Fu Tingyu returned her greeting and raised his own glass of wine to his lips.

Yang Yuan stood where she was with her glass still raised, at a loss as to how she ought to proceed.