"What's not appropriate about it?" the punk I’d just hit with the bottle spoke up, a nasty smirk spreading across his face. "You're the one who got me, right?" I nodded. "It was an accident. Sorry!" "Shit! You're asking for it!" he roared, swinging the club in his hand at me. Muzi and I dodged in unison, snatching up nearby beer bottles and throwing them right back. The others, who had been content to watch the show, grabbed their clubs and charged us the second they saw Muzi and me retaliate. Muzi and I knew how to handle ourselves, so we held our own against a few street thugs. By the time the police arrived, everyone had a few scrapes, but nothing serious. They hauled all of us down to the station for questioning. At the station, we gave our statements. And even though Muzi and I were technically the victims, we’d still thrown punches, which meant we needed someone to post bail. Muzi is an orphan, and aside from me, she doesn’t have any other friends in Jiangcheng. That meant she could only stare at me hopefully, waiting for me to find someone to get us out. My life pretty much revolved around the office and the Fu family mansion; I wasn't very social and didn't really have any friends to call. After racking my brain, I finally gathered my courage and dialed Cheng Junyu. The phone connected after just two rings, but the line was silent. An awkward feeling crept over me. "Dr. Cheng," I started, "I'm so sorry to be calling you at this hour, but could you possibly do me a favor? I've run into some trouble and I'm at the police station. Is there any way you could come?" When the silence stretched on, I paused, then added out of sheer desperation, "Dr. Cheng, I'm really sorry to trouble you." After a long moment, two words cut through the line, cold as ice: "Shen Shu!" That voice… it was Fu Shenyan! Why would he be answering Cheng Junyu's phone? A wave of shock and fear hit me at once. "Fu Shenyan," I stammered, "you…" "Address!" His icy voice cut me off before I could finish my sentence. I could tell Fu Shenyan was in a foul mood. "Huancheng District Poli—" The line went dead before I could finish. Muzi stared at me, completely exasperated. "Why didn't you just call Fu Shenyan in the first place? Do you always have to make things so complicated?" I pressed my palm to my forehead, even more exasperated than she was. "Fu Shenyan was drinking when I left the villa. I figured he'd be passed out by now, which is why I called Cheng Junyu. I never imagined..." I never imagined Fu Shenyan would be the one to pick up. Half an hour later, Fu Shenyan strode into the station, flanked by an entourage. He had a formidable, icy presence, his tall, lean frame cutting a handsome figure. Even just standing there in silence, he looked like a work of art. Besides, his face was a regular feature in the city’s financial pages, so his appearance had officers practically tripping over themselves to greet him. Watching the scene unfold, Muzi nudged my shoulder. "I get it now," she said. "I can see why you're so hung up on him. He’s a true golden boy. What woman wouldn't want a piece of that? The title 'Mrs. Fu' is a dream for most girls, and you actually get to share a bed with him." I rolled my eyes at her. Just a moment ago she was telling me to divorce him, and now this… Women are fickle creatures, I guess. Fu Shenyan spoke briefly with an officer, signed a few papers, and just like that, Muzi and I were told we could leave. At the exit. The officer who processed our paperwork looked at us. "Ladies, if you find yourselves in a similar situation again, just call the police. Don't take matters into your own hands." Muzi and I exchanged a look, then we both smiled at the officer and said our thanks. The moment we turned to leave, Muzi muttered under her breath, "Shit. If we hadn't fought back, we’d have been waiting for them to scrape us off the pavement." I opened my mouth to reply, but a sudden chill made me freeze. I looked over and saw him. Fu Shenyan was leaning against his black Jeep, a stark figure in a black suit, radiating an aura as cold as the night air.