2 Come Looking for Me

Two hours later.

The sleeping man opened his eyes and instinctively felt something stick to his forehead. He yanked it off and saw a note with someone's arrogant words written on it. "Hope Mr. Fu will forgive me and forget what happened today. Otherwise... If Mr. Fu's beautiful appearance appeared on the Internet, it will be Mr. Fu himself who suffers."

Fu Zhiyan picked up a photo lying nearby. The person in the photo was tied to a bed, covered in lipstick marks. It looked like... he had been r*ped! Fu Zhiyan's eyes were filled with shock and anger. After a while, he squeezed out two words through his teeth, "Han... Xiaoye!"

Very well. Fu Zhiyan just returned to Rui City, and she already gave him such a shocking gift. However, it was customary for gifts to be reciprocated, and he didn't mind giving her another big surprise tomorrow!

"Qin Fang, retrieve the hotel's surveillance footage and also help me investigate someone."

Fu Zhiyan closed his phone, his sharp eyes gleaming.

...

The next day in the school, as soon as Han Xiaoye arrived, Su Rui quickly pulled her to the corner of the classroom and whispered, "Xiaoye, are you alright after last night?"

"It's fine. Did you forget that I am the world champion Han Xiaoye?" She leaned over and hugged her. Her smile revealed a row of white teeth. "Good Ruirui, luckily you helped me prepare everything and disabled the surveillance. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to get out of there safe and sound."

Su Rui quickly covered her mouth. "Lower your voice. What if someone overhears us..."

"If they overhear, so be it. Anyway, they don't know what we're talking about."

At this moment, the class monitor shouted at the door of the classroom, "Han Xiaoye, the Killer Nun is looking for you."

F*ck!

What kind of trouble was waiting for her again?

Su Rui hesitated to speak, and Han Xiaoye knew what she wanted to ask. She patted her shoulder to reassure her. "Relax, I'm fine. Don't worry. Ruirui, I'll go to Killer Nun's office. Remember to pray that she's in a good mood today and won't give me any trouble. I'll treat you to lunch later."

Outside the teacher's office, Han Xiaoye straightened her loose school uniform and put away her mischievous smirk. She lowered her head and knocked on the office door with a seemingly "serious" face.

"Ms. Liu, I'm Han Xiaoye. I heard that you were looking for me."

"Come in."

Han Xiaoye's homeroom teacher was a woman in her forties who taught physics. She had a name that matched her peculiar personality, Liu Buchu. Using Han Xiaoye's words, it sounded like the blood in her period "Liu Buchu" (can't flow out). And it was bound to cause anxiety. A woman with pent-up frustration in her heart was likely to seek trouble. Unluckily for Han Xiaoye, her codename in Liu Buchu's mind was "trouble".

"Do you know how many points you scored on the monthly exam?" Liu Buchu lifted her head from the papers and looked at the troublesome student with a serious expression. "59 points."

"Ah, did I do that well?" Physics, 59 points? Just one point away from passing, it was an unprecedentedly good score.

Liu Buchu slammed the exam paper on her, unable to contain her anger. "What do you mean 'well'? Out of six subjects totaling 750 points, you only scored 59. You're last in the entire grade and eighth from the bottom in this city. Seven other students didn't even take the exam. Do you still think you did well?"

Han Xiaoye lowered her head, quickly assuming a remorseful expression.

Seeing her silence, Liu Buchu was filled with anger and couldn't find an outlet. She said in frustration, "You're in your final year of high school, just over half a year away from the college entrance examination, and look at you! Late again this morning. I can't control you anymore. I've already informed your parents."

Parents?

Where were her parents?

"Knock, knock." Someone knocked on the office door.

Liu Buchu suppressed her anger and adjusted her expression. "Come in."

Han Xiaoye was more curious than Liu Buchu about her so-called "parents." The office door swung open, revealing a man with long legs and a slim waist. He looked peerless, with narrow, captivating eyes exuding a vibe of nobility. Dressed in a uniform resembling military attire, his top button was meticulously fastened. He emitted an aura of restrained sensuality, with tantalizingly moving Adam's apple and rose-colored lips that could entice anyone...

She was extremely familiar with that handsome face. She even saw it last night.

It was Fu Zhiyan!

D*mn it! How the hell did he find his way here?!

Han Xiaoye's eyes widened in disbelief, and she instinctively tried to step back. But before she could escape, the man grabbed her wrist.

"Ms. Liu, greetings. I'm her uncle, Fu Zhiyan." He enunciated the words "her uncle" with distinct clarity.

Han Xiaoye couldn't help but blurt out, "Bullsh*t!" Since When did she have an uncle?

Bullsh*t? Fu Zhiyan's eyes turned cold.

Feeling the chill beside her, Han Xiaoye shivered. But she struggled fiercely, attempting to break free from the man's grip. "Ms. Liu, I don't have an uncle! Ms. Liu, please don't believe him. I know this guy. He tried to molest me at the bar last night, and I gave him a piece of my mind. Today, he's pretending to be my uncle to come here and settle the score. Can you stand by and watch your prized student being dragged away by some scumbag?"

"I..." Liu Buchu couldn't grasp the situation unfolding before her.

Han Xiaoye immediately interrupted her, looking at her with an admiring gaze, and desperately struggling towards her. "I know you won't stand for this! Save me, teacher!"

"Han... Xiaoye..." Fu Zhiyan's lips twitched slightly, his voice filled with authority. "I'll give you one last chance. Shut your mouth!"

As the quietness fell upon the girl by his side, Fu Zhiyan's eyes turned cold as they landed on the homeroom teacher, Liu Buchu. "Ms. Liu, Han Xiaoye has been mischievous. You don't have to take her words seriously. I'll take her back and give her a good lesson. I won't disturb you any further. Goodbye."

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Ms. Liu, he's not my uncle. He's a human trafficker! Ms. Liu..." Han Xiaoye still refused to give up, using her hands to grab onto the doorframe, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Fu Zhiyan couldn't be bothered with her anymore. He bent down, lifting her and carrying her over his shoulder! It wasn't a princess carry or a piggyback. It was an outright upside-down carry!

Han Xiaoye felt all the blood rush to her head. Unable to contain herself, she continued to curse, "You b*stard! Lunatic! Cheapskate! Jerk! Let go of me, Fu Zhiyan, you d*mn id*ot..."

"Open the door."

After what seemed like an eternity, when her mouth was almost dry from cursing, the man finally stopped.

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Han Xiaoye's head spun as she was thrown into the car. Disregarding the dizziness, she used her hands and feet to climb up, trying to escape. But Fu Zhiyan seemed to have anticipated her every move and locked the car door.

Oh no! She was finished!

Han Xiaoye stopped his foolish action of smashing the door. His big eyes, which were clearly black and white, began to wander around as he thought about the policy. Why did Fu Zhiyan come looking for her? Ruirui had obviously destroyed the surveillance footage last night. Fu Zhiyan should not have any surveillance footage. Rui City was a vast city with millions of people. There was no surveillance video. How did Fu Zhiyan find her so quickly?