Why Not Give Her to Me? (Revised)

"Xingshu." Seeing the boy standing there, not leaving, Fu Langshu's expression faltered for a moment before he greeted him with a smile. He seemed as composed as an elder facing a younger generation, showing no embarrassment at being caught kissing someone.

Fu Liangxia also turned to look at him, casually wiping her fingers across her lips, smearing a trace of crimson across them, making her look even more alluring.

While Su Xingshu was scrutinizing her, Fu Liangxia was also looking back at him. The boy still had that look that could captivate countless girls; even now, as he stared at her fiercely, the anger in his eyes almost burning her, it didn't diminish his charm in the slightest.

He was angry. Angry about what?

Was it just because that kiss with Fu Langshu had stung him?

But she wasn't anything to Su Xingshu, so what right did he have to be angry? Who was he trying to show that betrayed expression to? Her?

It was rare for him to remember to greet an elder in such a situation. He first called out to Fu Langshu, "Brother Langshu." The word "Brother" was drawn out unusually long, as if he were using it to imply some sort of sarcasm.

Fu Langshu had excellent composure; a smile remained in his eyes as he asked, "Out with friends?"

In one sentence, he nearly defined Su Xingshu as a useless second-generation heir who did nothing but frequent bars.

Su Xingshu furrowed his brows slightly, gave him a heavy look, and said, "No, I'm here for rehearsal."

Judging from their conversation, they seemed somewhat familiar with each other. Fu Liangxia stood quietly to the side, thinking that made sense—they were both from the upper echelons, probably having known each other since childhood.

But where was this faint smell of gunpowder coming from?

She was just wondering if it was her imagination when she heard Su Xingshu suddenly say, "I'm not much of a success, just tinkering with music to entertain people. But you're different, Brother—with all those social engagements, you must have a different companion every time. What's one more?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Fu Liangxia beside him, a flicker of some emotion passing through his eyes, and said casually, "Why not give her to me?"

Fu Langshu's gaze turned cold for a moment.

He said a lot about social engagements, but that line about "different companion every time" was clearly the real point. This Su family brat was really trying to needle him in every possible way.

And he dared to poach right under his nose.

Still, she was a bit too attention-grabbing, wasn't she?

With that thought, he turned and gave Fu Liangxia a meaningful look, only to receive an innocent expression in return.

"..."

Little fox.

Seeing the man fall silent, Su Xingshu's smile slowly widened. At some point, he had slung the bass behind his back, its polished headstock reflecting a dazzling light.

He said, "Brother, why aren't you talking? Ah, it's my fault—I probably shouldn't have said that in front of your lady friend."

"It's fine." Unexpectedly, Fu Langshu's expression didn't change at all.

Fu Liangxia watched the two of them exchange words, not understanding what coded language they were speaking. As she was losing interest, her gaze inadvertently met Su Xingshu's.

She couldn't read the emotion in his eyes; she only felt that the look he gave her was filled with a broken sorrow and a hint of hidden madness.

"That's right," Su Xingshu said, staring at her. "So, what do you think? Consider it? Whatever Brother Fu can give you, I can too. And unlike him, I wouldn't do something so indecent in public."

The air suddenly fell silent. Fu Langshu's gaze toward him turned icy in an instant.

Poaching someone right in front of him, and doing it so boldly, while also subtly putting him down—Su Xingshu really was something else.

Fu Langshu glanced at the boy and said coldly, "Su Xingshu, are you that free? If you want to poach someone else's girl, have you cleaned up your own mess?"

As far as he knew, ever since the Su family's troubles, Su Xingshu had been dating around, never lacking female company. Whether it was genuine affection or a way to treat his psychological issues, on the surface he still had a reputation for being entangled in scandals.

Sure enough, Su Xingshu's face stiffened at Fu Langshu's words.

Although he was single now, his rich romantic history couldn't be denied, and he didn't know if Fu Liangxia would mind.

"Su Xingshu."

Seeing the boy's expression suddenly dim, Fu Liangxia took two steps toward him, fully stepping into the light of the corridor.

Her gaze slid to his hand, which had been clenched tightly at some point, and she frowned slightly. "Stop digging your nails in."

Su Xingshu was momentarily stunned by her words. When he opened his palm, he found five deep, crescent-shaped marks imprinted there, so dark they looked purple and painful.

Yet he hadn't felt a thing.

Su Xingshu smiled and looked at her with unwavering eyes. "You care about me?"

"Maybe." She met his gaze directly, her eyes clear. "Aren't you also concerned about who I'm with and what indecent things I'm doing?"

She dragged out the last few words slowly.

The look in his eyes suddenly changed. Fu Liangxia thought he was reminded of what he had just seen—the kiss.

But the next second, he suddenly lowered his head, leaning close to her neck.

Fu Liangxia froze slightly, feeling the boy's faint breath on her skin, causing a slight tickle.

What was he doing?

Caught off guard, she was about to push him away when she suddenly heard him sniff twice at her neck, then straighten up and step back.

"This scent... Who gave it to you? Did you drink it?" The anger that surged in his eyes was almost tangible. His expression turned cold and serious. "Did Fu Langshu give you that stuff and lure you into kissing him?"

By the end, he didn't even call him "Brother." He muttered the name "Fu Langshu" under his breath, and his gaze toward the man beside him held a hint of danger.

"It wasn't me."

Fu Langshu spread his hands, showing the transparent bag of white powder in his palm to Su Xingshu.

"Just a lackey. Already dealt with."

"Then the scent on her?" The boy frowned.

"Probably got it from that person—a little accidentally. Not a big deal."

Su Xingshu nodded, indicating he understood. So he couldn't fool himself into thinking Fu Liangxia had kissed Fu Langshu because of some so-called drug.

That realization extinguished the faint joy that had flared up in him.

Su Xingshu's gaze locked onto her. He watched the girl's black hair cascade over her shoulders, her eyes reflecting the light as if veiled in a faint watery sheen, looking utterly captivating.

He took a deep breath and asked her, "So I'm not allowed?"

She could like Cheng Xingzhou, speak gently to Fu Haoyao, and kiss Fu Langshu in public, but with him, nothing was allowed.

A surge of frustration and self-loathing rose in him. Su Xingshu saw Fu Liangxia standing still, looking at him calmly, her eyes devoid of any ripple, and took it as a silent rejection.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, but his body kept moving closer, as if making a final attempt.

However, Fu Liangxia stepped back. The movement was small, but the dodging posture made Su Xingshu freeze in place, a dull ache spreading in his heart.

So she really did hate him.

"She doesn't want to." A teasing male voice came from the side, as if exposing his awkwardness and rubbing salt in the wound.

He hadn't really planned to do anything.

Su Xingshu felt a bit irritated and tugged at his collar. "Fu Langshu is already twenty-three, so much older than you. And he's always messing around with different women—who knows if he's still clean or even capable? I'm rich too, not bad-looking, and younger. No matter how you look at it, I'm the better choice, right?"

He was so annoyed. With so many girls in the world, why did he have to be so fixated on Fu Liangxia?

And her taste was weird as hell, liking the mature type.

"Fine, I'll act more dignified from now on," he said.

Fu Langshu: "..."

"So, do you like me?" Fu Liangxia looked at him, unaffected by his emotions, and asked calmly.

Su Xingshu fell silent. Was this love? He didn't know.

He had never seemed to have this kind of feeling in his life—just simply caring about her, feeling sad when he saw her being intimate with other boys... Was that love?

[Su Xingshu Affinity +2.]

[Su Xingshu Affinity -1.]

The affinity notifications in his ear started going on a roller coaster again, until it settled at 52, just one step short of 60.

It seemed like completing the task was just a dose of strong medicine away.

Fu Liangxia calmly thought and evaluated in her heart before finally speaking. "Do you want to kiss me?"

He was so angry and said so much, but didn't say he liked her, which meant he was jealous that Fu Langshu had kissed her.

If that was the case, then if she kissed him, would he be satisfied?

Su Xingshu was stunned for a moment, the topic jumping too fast for him to keep up with her thoughts.

Once he realized what the girl had said, his eyes darkened slightly. He thought, did she know how devastating those words were to a guy?

She had just avoided his attempt, and now she was teasing him like this—that was going too far.

But the next second, Su Xingshu's neck was suddenly pulled down, and with a faint scent of fragrance, something soft landed on his lips.

Cold, smooth, delicate—with the girl's breath, a subtle fragrance drifted over.

"Do you like it?" Her voice whispered in his ear, tender and lingering.

Fu Liangxia knew how to tease. She gave two light kisses, then pulled away from his lips. Blinking her lively eyes, she asked if he liked it.

How could he not like it?

He loved it.

Su Xingshu's gaze flickered to her lips for a moment. They were full, with a faint pink tint, and looked soft to the touch.

"I like it."

The girl's eyes were misty, unclear whether it was from the previous person's planting or his own doing. Su Xingshu wanted to lower his head and deepen the kiss, not just a brief taste, preferably to cover up the trace left by the previous one.

But the kiss landed off-target, on the girl's cheek.

"No more," she said, a hint of disgust in her expression. "I don't like it."

...

A few minutes later, sitting in the private booth, Fu Liangxia heard the notification sound indicating the completion of Task Three and finally showed a genuine smile.

Great, she was halfway to completing the main task, and soon she wouldn't have to suffer from the pain anymore.

This time, Task Three also gave three optional rewards, but they were decided by rolling dice. She set them aside for now, planning to deal with them when she had time.

Just then, Xu Cai returned to the booth. Seeing her, her eyes lit up. "How is it? Isn't this place fun?"

"Very fun."

Especially running into a convenient tool for completing tasks and finishing the mission on top of it—that was even more fun.

Xu Cai didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing the affirmative answer, she happily waved her hand toward the back. "Little A, over here!"

It was only then that Fu Liangxia remembered she had apparently ordered a male escort. She obediently looked up, and her gaze directly met a deep, dark pool.

It was the platinum-blond man she had seen earlier.

And at that moment, he was standing with his arms crossed, looking at her with a half-smile.