The airport exit was bustling with crowds, and Su Qingyue hurried out through the glass doors.

Her long hair swayed in the breeze, her breathing quick and shallow—she just wanted to escape Fu Sici’s suffocating, possessive gaze.

“Yueyue! Over here!”

A crisp, sweet voice called out.

Not far away, a flashy red sports car was parked at the curb, its sleek lines dazzlingly eye-catching.

Her friend Xie Yong stood by the door, wearing a white strapless dress, waving frantically at her.

Next to her was a tall, well-built young man with messy, flamboyant blond hair—clean-cut and handsome.

Seeing her approach, his eyes lit up. He eagerly reached out to take the suitcase from her hands and bent down to stow it in the trunk.

Upon seeing her best friend, Su Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, and her teasing side instantly kicked in. She raised her hand and lightly poked the young man’s strong arm:

“Tsk tsk tsk—where did you pick up this little cutie? So thoughtful! Give your big sister a kiss!”

She pretended to tilt her head to plant a kiss, but the young man blushed and looked flustered.

Xie Yong burst into laughter, stifling a grin as she wrapped an arm around Su Qingyue: “You’re something else! This kid’s no good—I’m only introducing you to my cousin, who just turned legal age.”

“Oh? So he’s Yongyang’s cousin? My apologies, my apologies—I must’ve been rude just now.”

She smoothed her long hair, a bit embarrassed.

“No worries, you’re still very pretty,” the young cousin said shyly, lowering his head as he climbed into the back seat.

Su Qingyue and Xie Yong exchanged a glance and teased each other for a few moments.

Su Qingyue quickly opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. Xie Yong started the engine, letting out a low, rumbling growl as the sports car made a sharp U-turn, soon merging into the flow of traffic and disappearing at the airport entrance.

At the airport entrance, Fu Sici stood quietly, his tall figure casting a long shadow. His gaze was heavy as he watched the red sports car drive off into the distance.

His mind kept replaying the scene of Su Qingyue poking that young boy’s arm just moments ago.

Anger surged in his eyes, his expression dark and sinister, almost pathological—enough to send shivers down your spine.

Then, suddenly, he slowly curled his lips into an extremely faint yet chillingly wicked smile.

Su Qingyue, where do you think you can run to this time?

One slip-up is enough—he’ll never let her slip through his fingers again.

Just wait until the day he catches her… and then she’ll never be able to leave his side again.

“President Fu, so where are we headed now?”

Special Assistant Chen asked in a hushed, nervous tone—the cold aura surrounding President Fu sent chills down his spine.

“Back to the office.”

Fu Sici lowered his eyes, masking all his emotions, and curled his lips into a faint, cold smirk.

Over the years, it had indeed proven true: only Su Qingyue could so easily disturb his calm, detached demeanor.

Whenever she entered the picture, he became obsessive, willing to stop at nothing to keep her firmly by his side. He craved her devotion—her heart and eyes focused solely on him, consumed by madness.

The music in the car played a lively rhythm, and Su Qingyue leaned comfortably against the passenger seat, her previously tense nerves finally relaxing a bit.

Xie Yong glanced over at her while steering: “Why were you in such a hurry just now? Did you see a ghost or something?”

Su Qingyue rolled her eyes, utterly speechless: “I’m not even afraid of ghosts! The problem is I ran into Fu Sici.”

Xie Yong was taken aback, then exclaimed in disbelief: “Holy crap! You mean that super-handsome classmate of your brother’s back in high school?”

She nodded—it was undeniably handsome, but definitely not a good person.

“You—you still haven’t gotten over him, have you?! It’s been four years already. Haven’t you found any hotter, blonder, blue-eyed guys overseas who’d drive you crazy?”

Su Qingyue chuckled softly, shaking her head in resignation, glancing at the blond-haired cousin in the back seat who seemed to be staring blankly out the window:

“I’ve moved on a long time ago—just don’t want to see him anymore; it’s too much trouble.”

“Could it be that he’s still bitter about you leaving without saying goodbye back then and wants to get even with you?!”

“He may seem mild and elegant on the surface, but he’s actually fiercely vindictive. He might still hold a grudge—better not to know.”

Xie Yong didn’t press further; she simply patted her hand.

“Hungry? Let’s go to that Western restaurant near our old high school—we used to eat there all the time.”

“Sure, after eight hours on a plane I’m both sleepy and starving.”

As the scenery outside the window whizzed by, Su Qingyue’s gaze drifted off into space, her thoughts wandering somewhere far away.

Some things, some people—you just can’t talk about them, can’t think about them. In the end, there’s no outcome—only wounds all over your body.

End of Chapter 2: Why don’t you just hitch a ride on a rich guy, too?