Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

"咚咚-"

Jiang Qing opened her eyes and found herself sitting in front of a dressing table made of old mahogany.

She looked in the mirror with skin as white as cream, eyebrows as dark as distant black, slightly upturned eyes that had a bit of charm, but her charm was diluted by her clean eyes. Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, making her look pitiful.

She was wearing a black, slightly loose cheongsam, which made her face look even paler. Her long black hair was tied into a bun at an angle, with a strand left on the left side with a wooden hairpin inserted in it.

Jiang Qing raised her hand to touch her face, and a jade bracelet on her slender wrist felt cool against her skin.

She ignored the knock on the door and looked at the details of this world that Xiaoqi had passed on to her.

This was a turbulent era, with warlords fighting each other and the country torn apart. She was originally from a landlord family, but her family was slaughtered by foreign invaders, leaving her alone to escape. A desperate singer sold herself to a dance party. On her first night on stage, she was spotted by the warlord commander Fu Jizhong, who immediately redeemed her and set her free.

The reason why Fu Jizhong fell in love with her was very simple, it was because Jiang Qing looked very similar to Bai Yueguang who died tragically in the gunfire, and his original wife Xu Yuzhen had passed away long ago. When he was alone, he would inevitably think of Bai Yueguang whom he had never had.

Moreover, he was raising his young son Fu Chiyan alone, and was worried about the war in the country, so he married Jiang Qing to help him take care of his son.

When Jiang Qing came, Fu Chiyan was only thirteen years old. She and Fu Chiyan did not have a close relationship because Fu Chiyan did not recognize her as his stepmother and went to study abroad in Germany at the age of sixteen.

After Fu Jizhong brought Jiang Qing home, he did not ask anything from her. He just came back after each battle and asked her to go into the study to practice calligraphy. He would sit at the desk and carefully observe Jiang Qing's posture, as if he was recalling the old days with his white moonlight.

But just recently, Fu Jizhong was unfortunately killed by foreign invaders, and the myth of the warlord's invincibility came to an end.

At this time, Fu Chiyan returned to China with the advanced technology he learned while studying abroad, inherited Fu Jizhong's mantle, and became the new leader of Rucheng warlord. Rucheng is located in a national fortress and its geographical location is crucial. It has always been a treasure land that has been fought over.

In his first battle, he used a new type of mortar that had never been used in the country. He became famous in one battle and made all the warlords convinced of him.

Because of the ongoing war, Fu Jizhong's funeral was delayed again and again until today.

[Qingqing, this mission is quite special. You need to find a way to stay in the Fu family and continue the refugee relief work that Jiang Qing secretly planned until the war ends or you die.]

The original Jiang Qing had been with Fu Jizhong for nine years. During these nine years, she accompanied Fu Jizhong to various activities and her social status increased. Fu Jizhong himself was not a dissolute military ruffian who lived a life of debauchery. He had not remarried for many years after his original wife Xu Yuzhen passed away.

Until Jiang Qing caught his eye, most people said that Fu Jizhong raised Jiang Qing as his daughter.

Yes, if Fu Jizhong could marry his white moonlight back then, he would probably have a daughter who looks like her.

Because of this, Jiang Qing has been secretly using the Fu family's money to help refugee compatriots displaced by the war and make contributions to national peace. However, because he is in a warlord group, he cannot do these things openly.

However, Fu Chiyan seemed to have never liked Jiang Qing, who suddenly joined his family. After he came back, he used various tricks to make Jiang Qing leave the Fu family.

Without money, the refugee relief operation was soon terminated. Jiang Qing was also driven out of the Fu family and could no longer stay in Rucheng. He had to return to the countryside during the war, use the knowledge he had learned to teach and educate people, and wait for the war to end.

"I see."

The knocking sound stopped but then started again not long after.

"Miss Jiang, the time is almost up."

The servant outside the door raised his voice to remind Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing checked her appearance and attire again in the mirror before slowly standing up and opening the door.

"Miss Jiang."

Jiang Qing nodded, left the room and went downstairs first. Today was Fu Jizhong's funeral after many days of passing away, and many people from the business and political circles came to see him off.

The mourning hall had been set up last night. After Fu Jizhong died, his soldiers only brought his military uniform to her.

She signaled to the doorman to open the door and wait to welcome the guests in. She lit three incense sticks by herself, then knelt on the cushion and bowed three times.

Outside the mourning hall, dark clouds covered the sky, as if foreshadowing that rain was coming.

Jiang Qing stood up and was inserting the incense into the incense burner. The jade bracelet on her wrist slid to the middle of her arm. Suddenly, a man's low and mocking voice was heard in the silent mourning hall.

"It really makes me cry that Miss Jiang is willing to keep vigil for my father."

Jiang Qing lit the incense steadily before turning around. The man in front of him was tall and mighty, wearing a straight dark green military uniform that perfectly outlined his figure. The golden epaulettes seemed to be shining in the dim mourning hall.

His face was handsome with soft lines, like an ancient Greek sculpture, as if it had been carefully carved. His sword-like eyebrows had a natural brow peak, his eyes looked like peach blossom eyes, and because of their slender curves, they looked like phoenix eyes. His thin lips were tightly closed after he finished speaking.

Fu Chiyan never looked at Jiang Qing, but stared at the portrait of Fu Jizhong, who looked somewhat similar to him, placed at the head of the mourning hall.

He actually combines the advantages of his parents' looks very well.

Jiang Qing's pale face was full of fatigue, and she whispered with her rosy lips: "Mr. Fu is back, let's burn some incense for your father."

She ignored Fu Chiyan's deliberate attempts to make things difficult for her.

After he finished speaking, his slender almond-shaped eyes casually fell on Jiang Qing.

"Of course, Miss Jiang doesn't need to teach me this."

From Fu Chiyan's perspective, he could see Jiang Qing's delicate and fragile neck slightly raised, and her pretty face seemed to have been left with no traces of time, and she was almost the same as she was six years ago.

There should be no difference. Jiang Qing was just 18 years old when Fu Jizhong brought her back. Now she is only 27 years old at most.

Jiang Qing moved his feet and left the cushion in front of the memorial tablet to Fu Chiyan.

However, Fu Chiyan moved to the side with Jiang Qing as if on purpose, then leaned down, strong and arrogant, and his breath sprayed in front of Jiang Qing.

"Jiang Qing, you have worked hard in the Fu family for many years, but it's a pity that Old Man Fu left you nothing in the end, only a theater in the city that he bought in the early years. Would you be unwilling to accept this?"

Fu Chiyan's face is very suitable for a naughty smile, and it looks really bad when paired with his naughty expression.

Jiang Qing's eyes, which had been looking directly at Fu Chiyan, lowered. After Fu Chiyan came back, he checked the various inflow and outflow bills of the Fu family in the past few years, and naturally knew that Jiang Qing had been secretly using the Fu family's money to put in that theater.

He didn't know what the money was used for, but the large amount of gold and silver flowing out still made him feel a little contempt for Jiang Qing.

"Marshal Fu is very good to me."

She did not answer Fu Chiyan's question directly, but instead put on a weak posture, making her look so vulnerable that it was almost heart-wrenching.

It seemed like it would break if touched in the next second.

Fu Chiyan frowned slightly, as if he was a little disgusted.

She was too fragile, so fragile that she could be easily destroyed. He felt a surge of pity for her, but he ruthlessly extinguished it.

The weak cannot survive in this chaotic world.

He stretched out his hand and gripped Jiang Qing's chin. That hand seemed to be a work of art carefully carved by God. It was long and slender, with distinct joints. A thin layer of calluses had formed on it from days of practicing with swords and guns.

"It is indeed very good." He laughed sarcastically, "But Miss Jiang, I can only inform you unfortunately."

"Now, the Fu residence and everything of old man Fu have been inherited by me."

"And you, have nothing."

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Note: The original setting was a stepmother, but I couldn’t write it, so the character was changed. I substituted the inharmonious plot points myself, thank you.