Chapter 8: Gaining a Wonderful Husband

Lin Wanbai abruptly opened her eyes at the sound, meeting Fu Juxing's calm, unruffled gaze.

He seemed as though he couldn't hear a thing.

On the other end of the line, the caller began his report. Halfway through, perhaps sensing the unusual silence on this end, he hesitated. "Hello? Miss Lin, are you listening? Are you there? Is this you?"

Her expression was serene; she didn't even avert her eyes, continuing to meet his gaze as she replied lightly, "I'm here, go on."

"You weren’t saying anything, I thought you weren’t there. Gave me quite a scare."

How did it not scare you to death?

Lin Wanbai smiled gently. "Don’t be afraid, just keep talking. Preferably, make it interesting—otherwise, your fee won’t be justified."

"Well..." The man faltered, then chuckled. "It’s no wonder people say you’re blessed, Miss Lin. Mr. Fu is truly the most self-disciplined man I’ve ever investigated—a model for all men, an example to follow."

"So, in other words, you found nothing?"

"How could I say nothing? You’ve found yourself a wonderful husband, haven’t you? Miss Lin, congratulations. After three months of careful investigation and surveillance, Mr. Fu has passed every test. He is one hundred percent loyal to you. No other woman could ever catch his eye."

Lin Wanbai gave a short, derisive laugh. "Honestly, if I hadn’t hired you myself, I’d suspect you were Fu Juxing’s lapdog."

With that, she glanced at Fu Juxing, signaling for him to hang up.

Obediently, he ended the call and set the phone aside.

He began to rinse the foam from her hair, showing no reaction to the phone conversation just moments before, as though nothing had happened. Of course, he had agreed to her investigation from the start. Now that the private detective had heaped praise upon him, he should be secretly delighted.

"Are you happy?" she asked, grinning as she poked his cheek. "If you’re happy, just smile—don’t hold it in."

"It was to be expected," he replied, shielding her forehead with one hand to keep the water from her eyes. "Close your eyes."

Lin Wanbai complied, closing her eyes and slipping into her own thoughts. This private detective was renowned in their circles; anyone he tailed would be caught unless there was truly nothing to find.

So does this mean she was mistaken after all?

After her bath, he personally dried her off. Lin Wanbai watched him the entire time, her face unflushed, her heartbeat steady—serene as a monk.

When he finished drying her legs, he straightened up, and their eyes met.

Still smiling, Lin Wanbai said, "Truthfully, you’re tired of me, aren’t you?"

"What?" He paused.

She stepped back, raised her arms, and spun once before him. Lin Wanbai possessed a perfect figure: skin like snow, flawless and smooth, slender arms and legs, not an ounce of excess flesh. She spent a fortune on her body every year; beauticians treated her like royalty, fawning over her at every visit.

For beauty, no price was too high—so long as it worked.

With such a body, what man could remain indifferent?

She stopped and said, "Look."

He understood her meaning in an instant and smiled, explaining, "I’m not a slave to desire. One should give their undivided attention to whatever they’re doing; otherwise, nothing will turn out well."

Lin Wanbai nodded earnestly. "You make a good point. But I like seeing men lose themselves in desire—unfortunately, you never do."