At the eighteenth birthday party, she timidly called him: "Uncle Fu."
Those wet eyes were like cat's claws scratching the heart of Fu Xiangyan, the most noble Buddha in the capital.
Turning the Buddhist beads on his fingertips, he nodded, restrained himself and returned to the ritual. No one could see the fire of karma burning under the cassock.
When we met again, she was the abandoned "bastard" of the Jiang family, curled up like broken glass on a rainy night.
The car window was rolled down and the sound of prayer beads stopped. The cowardice in her eyes had faded away, leaving only venomous hatred.
Without permission, she opened the car door, straddled his waist, put her red lips close to his ear, and breathed hotly:
"Fu Xiangyan, teach me. Teach me how to make those who step on me... Go to hell."
From then on, the capital was turned upside down.
During the day, she was the queen of the business world who rose up on the Jiang family's bones, slapping loudly in the face all the "upper class" who had spurned her. The abandoned daughter in the past has now become a nightmare that they cannot reach.
At night, she was a lonely bird in Master Fu's golden house. Between the sheets, he sobbed softly: "Fu Xiangyan... Please be gentler..." Buddha beads were scattered on the floor, and the holy cassock became a piece of silk.
Everyone knows that Mr. Fu has a pure heart and few desires, and is an unattainable Buddha in the clouds.
Only Jiang Yanli knows——
How the hand twisting the beads ignited the fire of hell karma in her body;
How those lips chanting Sanskrit chanted the most obscene sutras in her ears;
How did that Buddha, who had no desires or desires, come to her... So crazy that she kept going all night long.
