The obsessive CEO's white moonlight is me

Chapter 21: Passing Through the Dark Times

He always keeps his promises, especially since that person was someone he had been longing for. How could he not help her? It's just that he got her in the way she hated most.

She sat upright in her office, engrossed in processing the documents in her hands. After a long while, she rubbed her temples. Just as she was feeling utterly exhausted, there was a knock on the office door. "Come in," she said. Entering was Xie Zhiyu's secretary, Shen Xing. "President Xie, I just received news that our cash flow problem has been resolved. A sum of money has arrived in our account. We've weathered this storm."

Upon hearing the news, she didn't seem particularly surprised. "Okay, good."

"If there's nothing else, you can go out now. I still have some things to take care of." After saying that, she continued to look at the documents in her hand.

Shen Xing nodded respectfully, then quietly left the office, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath, a relieved smile appearing on her face. However, a hint of worry lingered in her eyes. The funding problem was solved, but more challenges awaited them. She secretly resolved to work even harder and contribute her strength to the company's development.

After a while, she slowly stood up from her seat and walked lightly to the window. She stood quietly, gazing at the bustling city view outside the window.

At this moment, her heart was like a surging tide, her thoughts churning endlessly. Various ideas and emotions intertwined, making her feel somewhat confused and complicated.

Just then, a soft notification sound broke the silence. She took out her phone and saw that she had received a WeChat message from Fu Shiyue. The name stirred a ripple in her heart, as if it carried some special meaning.

She gently tapped the screen and opened the message. The text unfolded before her eyes, and she carefully read each word, sensing the emotions conveyed within. Perhaps it was a greeting, a sharing, or even just a simple emoji, but for her, it was enough to stir her heart.

"Come over for dinner tonight, and dress nicely."

He says

...

Why do you have to dress up so nicely just to have a meal? Is it for business purposes?

She immediately typed: "Ever since I agreed to your request that day, do you feel like I'm really at your beck and call, and even having to entertain you?" Then she added a smiling emoji and sent it.

Fu Shiyue quickly replied: "It's just introducing you to my people. You have no choice but to accept."

If someone is already in your heart, she will be everywhere.

In my memory, in my sight, in my dreams, and in the images of the future.

Coincidentally, Xie Shiyun was exactly that kind of person to Fu Shiyue.

She did not show up for the appointment that evening.

...

The night was pitch black, utterly silent, and filled with a strong, pungent smell of alcohol, as if threatening to engulf him. Fu Shiyue closed his eyes tightly and gently pressed his temples.

He tried to alleviate the deep exhaustion. His body slid uncontrollably down the wall, finally collapsing helplessly onto the cold, hard living room floor.

My mind is in a daze, and I seem to see that face I've been longing for day and night, the face that I've been thinking about so much.

He wanted to reach out and hold her, to see her clearly, to have so much to say to her, to tell her not to leave him...

But in the blink of an eye, she disappeared from her own world.

He was like a lonely soul, trapped in endless pain from which he could not escape. The wine glass in his hand became his only solace; he poured one glass after another into his mouth, trying to drown his sorrow with the strong alcohol.

Every drop of strong liquor was like a sharp sword, piercing his already broken heart. Yet, he remained blind to it, stubbornly pursuing that fleeting numbness.

As time went on, his body began to tremble, and his eyes became glazed, but he showed no sign of stopping. On the contrary, he drank even more desperately, as if trying to forget the whole world in this drunken stupor.

the next morning,

Xiao Yun pushed open the door and saw Fu Shiyue passed out on the living room sofa, completely unconscious. Looking at the empty wine bottle beside him, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Shiyue, why did you drink so much? Sigh, fate is cruel..."

He tried to help him up, "Shi Yue, wake up, wake up..." but he just couldn't wake him.

...

When he finally woke up, he found it was pitch black outside, with only moonlight streaming through the window onto the floor. He instinctively reached for his phone on the bedside table to check the time, but found nothing. After trying to remember, he realized it was already late the next day.

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through his head, as if it were about to split open, making it almost unbearable. He gritted his teeth against the pain, using his hands to prop up his heavy head, trying to sit up. Every movement was incredibly difficult, as if his body was bound by an invisible force.

Last night I drank too much, and my head is throbbing, like it's about to explode. And yet, she still hasn't appeared. "Fu Shiyue, how can you be so颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy)? It's all because of Xie Shiyun? Look at yourself now, what a state you've become! She's been gone for years, the past is like smoke..."

He replied coldly, "She's not dead. I've found her. She's still angry with me and won't forgive me..."

"What? Fu Shiyue, you're saying Xie Shiyun is still alive? That's great! If she's still alive, then you..."

He wanted to continue, but seeing his expression, he sensed something was wrong: "She should hate you..."

He stood quietly on the balcony, his deep gaze fixed on the distance. A cigarette was held between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, smoke rising slowly. He lowered his head slightly, brought the cigarette to his lips, took a gentle drag, and then slowly exhaled. The smoke swirled before him, vaguely revealing his sharply defined face, his eyes conveying a faint weariness and contemplation. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, bringing a touch of coolness, but he seemed oblivious. In this moment, he was immersed in his own thoughts, accompanied only by the cigarette, as if it were his sole bridge to the world.

“I became the kind of person she hated most, using her company to force her to marry me.” He expressionlessly took out a cigarette, the flame of the lighter flashing briefly in the darkness, as if the last glimmer of hope in his heart had been extinguished. He took a deep drag of the cigarette, but felt no comfort whatsoever, only endless regret and self-reproach welling up in his heart.

"You two are truly locked in a love-hate relationship, a deeply etched bond. Brother, I can't help you with matters of the heart; you'd better take care of yourself. There's another matter I'm here for. Your second uncle, Fu Lingyuan, has secretly gathered a few directors from the group, planning to set you up at some design meeting to remove you from your position as president of the Fu Group and take control himself. Aren't you going to take any action?"

He gently twisted the cigarette butt in his hand, extinguishing the flame instantly, and a wisp of smoke slowly rose. His gaze was fixed on that wisp of smoke, as if deep in thought, his eyes revealing an unfathomable emotion.

“I already have a way to deal with him.” Fu Shiyue’s eyes would not allow a single resolute glint to appear in anyone who dared to lay a finger on the Fu family or “Tloml,” even if that person was his second uncle or a relative. He knew that this power struggle was imminent, and he had to take action to protect “Tloml” and the Fu Group.

“I already have evidence of Fu Lingyuan’s collusion with Xingchen. Xingchen paid a heavy price for his actions back then and is already notorious in the jewelry industry. Tell me, is his cooperation with Xingchen intentional or unintentional? Only a fool like him would be used. Rather than being used by others, I’d rather help him.”

He stood there quietly, his gaze fixed firmly ahead, his heart filled with confidence and determination. He knew this opportunity was extremely important to him, and he had to give it his all and be determined to succeed.

Xiao Yun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, when you get ruthless, you can be ruthless enough. You truly live up to your reputation as Fu Shiyue."

Over the years, Fu Shiyue had been investigating Fu Lingyuan. Besides this, he also learned that Fu Lingyuan was secretly buying inferior raw materials to inject into Fu's production department, and the extra kickbacks went into his own pocket. He used this money to cooperate with a shady company in Australia and made a lot of money. As production became more and more frequent, his ambition gradually grew. He was no longer satisfied with the current situation and wanted to expand into a larger market. This would mean that he would continue to extend his reach into Fu's.

He was also involved in Xie Shiyun's affair back then! He wanted to settle both the old and new scores.

"Don't rush. Wait until his true colors are fully revealed, then I'll make him pay the price!"

DW

A meeting is currently underway.

Xie Zhiyu opened his laptop and slowly said, "Everyone, our company's funding problem has been resolved. I have reached an agreement with Mr. Fu of the Fu Group. We will cooperate with the Fu Group in the future. So, next, we need to come up with a satisfactory cooperation plan. I hope that everyone here can design a work that satisfies me. DW does not support idlers. If you are here to slack off and collect your salary, then you can get out. Do you understand?"

They nodded.

Many designers left the company early on, leaving only two designers. If the situation doesn't improve, they're also planning to leave.

They also need to earn a salary to eat; otherwise, they really wouldn't be able to survive.

In Xie Zhiyu's view, DW was now at its limit. If the two of them really wanted to leave, she would let them go. However, for now, she had to solve the immediate problem and demonstrate her abilities to convince Fu Shiyue.

She can still hold on.

Late at night, her office was still brightly lit, while her other colleagues had long since left. She focused intently on her design drafts, burying herself in drawing, her pen moving lightly as if weaving dreams in the darkness.

The design drafts were scattered all over the floor when suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. Somewhat puzzled, she walked to the door, opened it, and saw Fu Shiyue standing outside.

Fu Shiyue's eyes showed a hint of concern as he asked softly, "It's so late, are you still working overtime?"

Xie Zhiyu was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure. "There's some work I need to catch up on." Then, Fu Shiyue walked into the office and saw the design drafts scattered on the floor. He bent down, picked one up, and examined the design. "A very good design, why throw it away?"

She turned and walked to the window, her back to him. "It doesn't meet my requirements." Fu Shiyue moved to her side, staring at her back, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know? I've been paying attention to your designs. You have talent, and Fu's can be a great partner for you in the future. I can also be your future partner."

Xie Zhiyu's body trembled slightly. She bit her lip and remained silent.

Fu Shiyue continued, "I know you had a prejudice against me when we first met, but I hope that we can keep work and personal matters separate. After all, you have to give me a chance to get to know you."

After speaking, Fu Shiyue left an envelope and departed silently. Xie Zhiyu opened the envelope; inside was a contract—a cooperation agreement between the Fu Group and DW. Her eyes welled up with tears…

The pent-up emotions she had been suppressing for the past few days finally found release in an instant. She was exhausted; pretending was truly exhausting...

Xie Zhiyu clutched the contract tightly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her. She knew that this contract represented recognition of her efforts, but it also meant that her relationship with Fu Shiyue might be about to change.

She decided to let go of her past prejudices and re-evaluate Fu Shiyue. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she imagined; perhaps they could build a completely new rapport at work.

In the days that followed, Xie Zhiyu threw herself wholeheartedly into the collaborative project. She and Fu Shiyue communicated frequently, discussing design plans together, and their relationship gradually improved. During this process, Xie Zhiyu also discovered more of Fu Shiyue's strengths, and a subtle change began to occur in her heart…

"Put down what you're doing and I'll take you to eat." He put down his work and looked at Xie Zhiyu at another seat, where he saw she was still engrossed in processing documents.

I approached her, closed her file,

She looked up and saw him looking at her with great interest. "Come on, I'll take you to a really good restaurant."

The hazy night, carrying with it a chilly air, rushed towards us.

“I’ve always loved coming to this restaurant, with my family.”

She felt her thoughts were in complete disarray, as if countless loose threads were tangled together, making it impossible for her to untangle them. Joy and pain, anticipation and disappointment, confidence and inferiority—various emotions collided within her, making her feel somewhat suffocated.

Some past memories surfaced in her mind...