I Laughed Out Loud the Day You Mistook Someone Else for Your White Moonlight - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
I gave him three days.
If he couldn’t produce results within three days, the engagement would be terminated and the project would be severed.
On the evening of the third day, he asked me to meet him at the Old Port Warehouse.
It was the exact place where the fire had broken out years ago.
Caution tape was strung across the entrance, and a row of police cars lined the street.
He handed me a statement.
The content was undeniable:
Qiao Yuntang admitted to the forgery, the old housekeeper confessed to tampering with the files, and the Fu Corporation legal department had already initiated accountability proceedings.
“You spent these three days investigating your own family?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes.”
Before I could speak, a scream suddenly pierced the air from inside the warehouse.
Flames surged up from the second floor.
Qiao Yuntang stood by the railing, her emotions completely collapsed.
Fu Shiyu moved to rush in, but I blocked him.
“Going up there will only trigger her.”
I grabbed a fire blanket and ran toward the stairs.
The next second, a support beam came crashing down.
Someone lunged forward and tackled me to the ground.
It was Fu Shiyu.
His back was burned as he pulled me out of the fire zone.
I screamed at him, calling him insane.
He coughed through the smoke but managed a smile.
“You went crazy first.”
I looked at his scorched shirt, my hands trembling.
In that moment, I finally admitted it.
It wasn’t that I was soft-hearted.
It was that I still loved him.
After Fu Shiyu was hospitalized, I visited him every day.
I claimed I was there to coordinate on the project.
The look the nurse gave me clearly said: *Keep telling yourself that.*
On the third day, I intentionally brought a “Marriage Engagement Termination Template.”
His face went pale.
“You’re canceling it?”
I peeled an apple. “It’s just a template, to help you realize the worst-case scenario.”
He endured the pain to grab my wrist.
“Will you give me a chance?”
I looked at him.
“I will, but I set the rules.”
First, the engagement is suspended for six months.
Second, I lead the Fu-Meng Partnership.
Third, neither of our families is allowed to make decisions for me.
Fourth, you are never allowed to package control as protection again.
He agreed to everything.
I leaned down, intentionally lowering my voice.
“Fifth, if you want to kiss me, ask first.”
The tips of his ears turned red instantly.
“Then can I ask now?”
“You can.”
“Can I kiss you?”
I stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth.
“No. The doctor said you need to stick to a light diet.”
He was both annoyed and amused.
I laughed too.
For the first time, it felt like we were actually dating.
Not negotiating a merger.
At the Meng Family board meeting, I officially took over the Port Line.
Several veteran directors made snide remarks:
“Shipping is a man’s business.”
I pushed the loss reports toward them.
“A loss of 830 million last year suggests you all are very professional.”
The entire room went silent.
My proposal passed.
It wasn’t because they suddenly loved me.
It was because Fu Shiyu sat in the back row with his risk management team. He didn’t say a word, only casting a supporting vote during the balloting.
That evening, a news notification popped up:
Fu Corporation has launched a public heir accountability system.
Fu Shiyu was listed in the first batch.
I stared at those words for a long time.
*This* is what a real “chasing the wife back” arc looks like.
It’s not about sending flowers or kneeling.
It’s about personally tearing down the high pedestal you relied on to stand above her.
