Chapter 75

When Zhao Futu helped Aunt Lan out of the bathroom, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared from the corner opposite them.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a suit, and had a slightly pale complexion. He was a bit overweight, and the veins on the back of his hand were slightly bluish, indicating that his kidneys were not in good condition and that he had a long history of excessive drinking. When this middle-aged man saw Aunt Lan, a look of panic appeared on his face. When he saw the cold-faced Zhao Futu standing beside her, a trace of fear also showed on his face.

He stood awkwardly at the corner, unsure whether to move forward or backward, and managed to force a smile, saying, "Sister Lan, what's wrong?"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Aunt Lan, who had been leaning heavily on Zhao Futu due to her weakness, trembled all over. She did not rush to answer him but first grabbed Zhao Futu's arm. Then, she took a deep breath and raised her head, expressionless, and said, "Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, but I'm not feeling well today. I'll have to leave early."

After saying this, Aunt Lan clung to Zhao Futu's arm and pulled him away, seemingly worried that he might get into a conflict with the man.

Zhao Futu did not show much emotion; he only glanced at the well-dressed middle-aged man with the corner of his eye, then looked at the open door of the private room. He then helped Aunt Lan walk toward the elevator. Aunt Lan's hand clung tightly to him, her fingers pale from the force, and her body trembled slightly, as if she was struggling to suppress her anger. However, she remained silent and continued to pull Zhao Futu along.

Once they were in the elevator, Aunt Lan finally let go of him. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Take me home."

Zhao Futu nodded, still without a word.

The atmosphere was somewhat tense. Aunt Lan seemed at a loss for words and could only stare at a corner, saying softly, "His father is the top official here and hasn't retired yet. Because of business, I've had a few interactions with him, but I never expected him to be such a person."

"Um-hum," Zhao Futu finally spoke.

He gently stroked Aunt Lan's hair, as if trying to comfort her, and said softly, "Everything is on me!"

Aunt Lan let out a faint sniff, with a hint of tears in her eyes, but quickly wiped them away. She then leaned against him, as if seeking a pillar of strength. As a woman, she felt a sense of fear at what had happened. If she hadn't reacted quickly and realized there was something wrong with the drink, and then made an excuse to hide in the bathroom and call Zhao Futu for help, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

If Zhao Futu had been a little late!

Thinking of this, Aunt Lan's face turned pale, and she involuntarily clung tightly to his hand.

When they stepped out of the elevator, they found that several strong security guards had already gathered in the hall. In such a high-end hotel, it was natural to hire some retired soldiers. It seemed that the waiter who had tried to stop Zhao Futu earlier had called them. Zhao Futu did not say a word; he just gave them a cold look. His eyes were as cold and merciless as a wolf's. The lead guard, who had been about to question them, felt a sudden fear and swallowed his words.

In peacetime, there were few wars, but he had seen the eyes of those who had been on the battlefield—eyes that had taken lives!

"Ouch!" Aunt Lan stumbled as she stepped out of the elevator, almost falling. If Zhao Futu hadn't been there, she would have taken a bad fall.

The side effects of acupressure were significant. If the body wasn't prepared, the intense reaction could lead to muscle strain.

Zhao Futu supported her and said softly, "Aunt Lan, let me carry you."

Aunt Lan's face turned slightly red. She looked at the curious onlookers and shook her head lightly.

She was drenched in sweat, and a slight breeze brought a chill, making her feel awkward about being carried by a man in front of so many people. However, without a word, Zhao Futu scooped her up, one hand around her waist and the other lifting her legs, intending to carry her. She was startled and quickly stepped back, lying on his back, allowing him to carry her.

Zhao Futu carried Aunt Lan without a care for the others, walking out of the hotel. He had no interest in even glancing at them.

He wanted to kill, not talk!

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The wind outside was strong. Aunt Lan shivered and pressed herself closer to Zhao Futu. His broad back gave her a sense of warmth. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of security.

Zhao Futu's steps were steady, with no bumps. A masculine scent lingered around Aunt Lan, making her cheeks flush slightly.

"Little Futu has finally grown up!" Aunt Lan's voice was slightly emotional, not just because he had come to save her today, but also because he had listened to her and left without further conflict. She seemed to fear that Zhao Futu might still want to confront the man, so she forced a smile and gently touched his waist, saying softly, "I remember the first time I met you, you were only this big!"

"You were so sweet, but you just wanted me to buy you candy."

Zhao Futu's lips twitched, and his cold expression faltered.

"Time flies so quickly!" Aunt Lan sighed softly.

Zhao Futu didn't know what to say. He carried Aunt Lan in silence, supporting her legs. After a long while, he repeated, "Everything is on me!"

Aunt Lan suddenly fell silent.

She wrapped her arms around Zhao Futu's neck, tightening her grip, and lightly rubbed her cheek against his. She softly hummed in response.

When he looked back, he saw the tears in her eyes, but she quickly turned his head away, scolding, "No looking."

Zhao Futu obediently looked away.

He carried Aunt Lan in silence, taking her home.

Aunt Lan's house was a three-bedroom apartment, elegantly decorated. She was a very particular woman. There was no one else in the house. He placed Aunt Lan on the bed, closed the door, and gestured for her to change her clothes, instructing, "Don't take a shower, you might catch a cold!"

Aunt Lan nodded and sat on the bed for a while. Her hands clenched, her knuckles white from the force. She muttered angrily, "Bastard! A wolf in sheep's clothing!"

She then lay down weakly, curling up and sobbing softly.

Zhao Futu, standing outside the door, heard everything clearly. With his enhanced senses, he heard a faint 'crack' as the teacup in his hand shattered into powder, the hot water spilling over his palm. Zhao Futu seemed to feel nothing, but the veins on his arms were twisted, and the suppressed rage made his temples throb. His heart rate was accelerating.

He took a deep breath and, when he re-entered the room with a new teacup, Aunt Lan had already changed her clothes. She looked no different from usual, except for the slightly red rims around her eyes.

Zhao Futu helped her sit up and handed her the hot water, gesturing for her to drink. Then, he helped her lie down and covered her with a light blanket. As he stood up, Aunt Lan suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand. She was very fragile at the moment, and after much hesitation, she said softly, "Doudou didn't come back today, and her room is still empty. Will you stay here tonight?"

As if still feeling the aftereffects of the incident, she lowered her eyelashes and said slowly, "I'm a bit scared!"

Zhao Futu gently patted her hand and massaged her temples with his thumb, repeating, "Everything is on me."

He rarely repeated a phrase so many times in a day, but he didn't know what else to say. As a cultivator, his emotions were often detached, and he had never had a girlfriend. He didn't know what comforting words to say. His fingers moved gently over Aunt Lan's body, massaging several acupoints. Her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell asleep.

Zhao Futu leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead, his gaze complex. He then stood up and left the room, heading back to where he had come from.

He turned into a convenience store and came out with a pack of sewing needles.

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{Piaotian Literature}