However, upon reaching the hotel entrance, Fu Jingshu was stopped.
"I'm sorry, you can't go in."
The security guard looked at him with disdain.
Fu Jingshu instinctively glanced at the glass door beside him, reflecting his image. His clothes, unwashed for two days, were wrinkled, and his hair was disheveled from rushing. He also had stubble on his face.
Looking like this, the security guard didn't recognize him at all.
The guard said sternly, "Please leave, we don't welcome vagrants here."
He was being polite; seeing his unkempt appearance earlier, the guard had thought he was a stalker, but he hadn't voiced it.
Fu Jingshu's eyes darkened. "Move aside!"
The security guard, taken aback by his imposing presence, hesitated but maintained his professional duty and refused to budge. "If you keep pestering, I'll call the police!"
He had to protect the hotel guests' safety and would not let a stalker in!
Fu Jingshu's face turned pale, but he couldn't force his way in. He glanced at the hotel lobby and finally turned to leave. However, he didn't drive away; he waited by his car.
For her to come out.
Inside the guest room.
King and Shen Qingqing stood side-by-side by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at Fu Jingshu. King spoke calmly, "He seems quite persistent."
Shen Qingqing said faintly, "Let him be."
After all, she wasn't going to see him.
"But you're smiling."
Shen Qingqing started, instinctively touching the corners of her mouth. There was indeed an upward curve. How could she be smiling? She looked away in slight disarray, not wanting to look down. "I just find him amusing."
"Perhaps."
King didn't expose her. He glanced down at Fu Jingshu, a flicker of darkness in his eyes.
He turned and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To solve your problem."
What problem?
Shen Qingqing frowned slightly and instinctively looked at the street, but it was empty. The frown on her brow instantly relaxed, replaced by a mocking smile.
She thought he had more patience, but he gave up so quickly.
She turned and went back to the bedroom.
In the coffee shop downstairs, there were few people. Only the servers bustled around, occasionally glancing towards the window where two men sat.
One was tall and stern, the other like a seductive demon.
Their handsomeness was distinct and captivating.
The atmosphere between them was not good, even tense. King took a sip of coffee. "You don't need to be so hostile towards me. I mean no harm."
Fu Jingshu glanced at him but remained silent.
King asked softly, "Do you really love Qingqing?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"I don't think you love her enough." King believed that Fu Jingshu was far inferior to himself. "I can watch you two be together and even bless you, but you can't."
Fu Jingshu sneered, "Any man would find it hard to watch the woman he loves standing with another man."
King's smile gradually faded, and his voice turned cold. "Then should a man doubt his lover? You're so petty!"
Fu Jingshu's face darkened. "Say that again."
"I said you're petty!" The thought of seeing her lost and abandoned on the road ignited a fire in him. "If you were a real man, you wouldn't always doubt her."
Fu Jingshu laughed in anger. "If you're a man, you know she's taken, yet you still pester her."
Ultimately, her troubles were brought about by him.
King heard the meaning hidden beneath his words and his expression turned angry. "If you trusted her, none of this would have happened. She can't avoid contact with other men forever. Do you have to doubt every single one?"
"Only you."
What did that mean?
King was so angry he laughed. "You mean you're only petty towards me."
Fu Jingshu raised an eyebrow, noncommittal.
King stared at him with dark eyes for a long time, then suddenly smiled, a wild grin spreading across his face. "You're right, you should indeed be wary of me."
Fu Jingshu's fingertips on the table moved.
Then, he heard King say in a particularly smug and annoying tone, "Because I do like her."
The atmosphere between them suddenly became tense. The passing servers felt the chilling, oppressive air and instinctively tiptoed, not daring to breathe.
Would these two start fighting...
But the reality was the opposite of their fears. They didn't fight. King smiled with satisfaction, while Fu Jingshu stood up with a cold expression.
"Your liking her is your business, but she won't be yours."
"Are you that confident?" King narrowed his eyes, a dark glint in their depths. "With your current attitude, losing her is only a matter of time."
Fu Jingshu's hands clenched into fists.
Seeing his face grow uglier, King became even happier, laughing boldly and triumphantly. "See, you know yourself that I've hit a nerve."
He finished his last sip of coffee, put down the cup, and slowly stood up.
"When she was pregnant, where were you?"
Fu Jingshu froze.
He didn't even know who Shen Qingqing was back then, so he couldn't have been by her side.
But that wasn't all. King continued to throw several devastating bombs. "When she gave birth, where were you?"
"When she was struggling to survive abroad, where were you?"
"When she encountered trouble, where were you?"
Time seemed to pause, the air sucked dry. Fu Jingshu suddenly found it difficult to breathe, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on his chest.
He took a deep breath, but it still felt suffocatingly uncomfortable.
Although he didn't know Shen Qingqing at the time, nor that she had a child, thinking of the suffering she had endured made him realize he couldn't use those excuses.
It was indeed his oversight; he hadn't investigated thoroughly, causing her to suffer and even be separated from her child.
"You weren't there," King said mockingly. "So, all these years, I was the one by her side. You're just a latecomer. To put it bluntly, you've lost your right to win her back."
"Don't forget, she was driven away by you. She won't see you again, nor will she be with you."
"Bang!"
All the pent-up frustration in Fu Jingshu's heart turned into rage. The thought of Shen Qingqing being with the man in front of him, possibly hugging, kissing, and doing more intimate things...
He could no longer tolerate it and threw a punch!
The speed was so great that King didn't react in time and took the blow directly. He straightened up, wiped the blood from his lips, and without thinking, threw a punch back!
Fu Jingshu loosened his tie and met the punch.
The servers nearby screamed, startled by the sudden turn of events.
The door was pushed open, and Shen Qingqing looked around, saw them fighting, and immediately rushed forward to stop them. "What are you doing?"