Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Fu Chiyan was openly provocative.

Jiang Qing had her chin lifted by him and was forced to look directly into his captivating eyes.

“You can’t….”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fu Chiyan. Because they were very close to each other, he almost whispered.

"I can, Miss Jiang. To be honest, I'm looking forward to it."

"Fu Jizhong raised you in the Fu family. I have long disliked you. Now he...you should have had enough of your good life."

The thin lips almost touched the corner of Jiang Qing's mouth.

The housekeeper who had barged in from outside the mourning hall subconsciously retracted his foot that was about to cross the threshold when he saw this scene, lowering his eyebrows and looking a little anxious: "Mr. Fu, Miss Jiang, the guests are here!"

Fu Chiyan let go of Jiang Qing without any hesitation, and stood upright beside Jiang Qing almost instantly, like a family waiting for guests to pay tribute to the deceased, without any of the rudeness and tension just now.

Jiang Qing stood there in a daze, closed his eyes, adjusted his state, put on a forced smile and walked out of the mourning hall.

The housekeeper secretly glanced at Fu Chiyan in the mourning hall at this time. The impending stormy aura from him was even stronger than that from Fu Jizhong, and no one dared to even look at him a second time.

Years of experience taught him that the best option at this moment was to pretend that he hadn't seen anything.

But Marshal Fu’s body is still warm, and it is really absurd for Mr. Fu to do this!

One after another, people with white cloth tied on their arms walked into the mourning hall following the guidance of the doorman. Jiang Qing bowed and thanked everyone he met.

"Thank you for taking the time to come and pay your respects to Marshal Fu. The Fu family is deeply grateful."

Although Fu Chiyan has now taken over Fu Jizhong's position, everyone still gives some face to Jiang Qing, who has been with him for nine years and is almost like his goddaughter, and they all bow to greet her.

Most of the guests knew each other due to various complicated relationships, and they also tried to establish relationships with the new and popular Commander Fu, Young Master Fu Chi Yan. In contrast, Jiang Qing seemed reserved.

It was not until a man with a feminine figure and a graceful figure, dressed in plain clothes, came in that Jiang Qing relaxed his tense back.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry."

The man lowered his body, and every move he made was filled with indescribable elegance.

"Thank you, Mu Qiu."

Mu Qiu is the famous actress of Shengyu Tower, which is also the theater that Jiang Qing has been investing in.

There were too many things hidden in their eyes when the two looked at each other, and Mu Qiu's eyes were too emotionally complicated. Fu Chiyan just glanced slightly towards Jiang Qing and found it particularly annoying.

In times of war, it was not easy to have a decent funeral and mourning hall, so many red tapes were simplified. After the guests burned incense and reminisced about the past, they prepared to leave. Jiang Qing ordered people to send the guests to the door.

But after a while the entire mourning hall was empty again, with only Jiang Qing and Fu Chiyan left. Following the housekeeper's instructions, the servants did not dare to go near the mourning hall to provoke Master Fu, and stayed away.

So when Mu Qiu returned to the mourning hall, no one stopped him, and he heard Fu Chiyan say, "If Miss Jiang wants to get more money in this troubled time, why not come to me and ask for help? I have plenty."

It was so vile that Mu Qiu became furious for a moment, but he knew that he couldn't cause trouble for Jiang Qing, so he knocked on the heavy mahogany door and the two people inside turned around.

"Mu has something to discuss with Miss Jiang. I hope you can give me a chance."

No one was named who gave him the opportunity, but anyone who was paying attention could tell.

Jiang Qing ignored Fu Chiyan and turned around to greet Mu Qiu, and the two went to the courtyard of Fu's house.

No one noticed the dark look in Fu Chiyan's eyes at that moment.

"What's wrong, Mu Qiu?"

Mu Qiu is an actor on the surface, but in fact, he and Jiang Qing have joined forces to privately provide many refugees displaced after the war with a place to eat and sleep in the theater.

After everyone has adjusted themselves, they will slowly be allowed to find a job to support themselves and say goodbye to the theater.

Mu Qiu lowered her voice, which sounded a little shrill, "Sister Jiang, yesterday the hospital admitted a person who was shot... I heard rumors that it was probably an important person that the foreign invaders were hunting for."

Jiang Qing frowned as she listened. She didn't really want to get involved with someone with a complicated background, as this could easily put the safety of the people in the theater in jeopardy.

"Why did you admit him?"

"He collapsed outside our theater. There was nothing we could do. He was covered in blood. No one could bear to see him."

"How is he now?"

"The situation is not good. We don't have a professional doctor there, and we don't have enough medicine. So I came to you to see if there is any way to get some Western medicine."

"I'll find a way. You try to hide him well. Those foreign invaders are ruthless and will eat people without leaving any bones."

Mu Qiu nodded, with determination in those charming eyes.

The wind blew over, ruffling the strands of hair on Jiang Qing's temples. Mu Qiu reached out and helped her tidy it back.

"You go back first, I'll be there in a few days."

"it is good."

Not long after Mu Qiu left, Jiang Qing was sitting in the courtyard staring at something in a daze. Fu Chiyan pressed her shoulders from behind, silently, and scared her.

"I didn't know that Miss Jiang and the famous actress in Rucheng could be so affectionate? And that Old Man Fu would let you go to the theater for no reason?"

"It really messes up the family rules."

He almost gritted his teeth while speaking, and Jiang Qing's body suddenly trembled when he heard it.

"Mr. Fu misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding?" His breath sprayed on Jiang Qing's ear. "Then Miss Jiang, what is the misunderstanding?"

Although Fu Chiyan asked the question, he did not give Jiang Qing a chance to answer, and then said in a low voice: "When old man Fu was with my mother, he coveted his white moonlight. Later, my mother died, and he didn't have any feelings for me."

"Do you know how much I hate that woman? If she hadn't died long ago, I would have ground her to dust!"

"——Marshal Fu, what a glorious reputation, risking his life for the country, but he ignored his first wife. Even though she worked hard to give birth to a son for him, she didn't get any of his longing."

"And you, Jiang Qing, why do you look so much like that woman? So much like..."

"Let him have the opportunity to continue to yearn for the so-called white moonlight when he grows old."

As Fu Chiyan spoke, he raised his hand that was originally on Jiang Qing's shoulder and gently pinched her neck. The thin calluses from the gun made Jiang Qing's skin itch.

"This is not my choice, Mr. Fu."

"Born in troubled times, you and I are both miserable people."

Jiang Qing was emotionally stable. She simply placed her slender hand on the back of Fu Chiyan's hand, and the slightly cool jade bracelet touched his wrist.

Fu Chiyan put on a naughty smile and loosened his hands that were restraining Jiang Qing's neck. He turned his military boots to an angle, then leaned on the stone table in the courtyard, facing Jiang Qing.

His exquisite face made Jiang Qing dazed. He was so handsome, like a god who came to earth to experience trials and tribulations. He was destined to have an extraordinary life.

"Please don't blame Mu Qiu too harshly, Mr. Fu, because I am implicated in Shengyu Tower."

Fu Chiyan put his hands in his pockets, which was obviously a somewhat dissolute action, but when he did it, it carried a sense of ruffian charm.

"Show your worth, Jiang Qing."

"Otherwise you leave the Fu family."

As he said this, he looked Jiang Qing up and down without any concealment.

Jiang Qing had encountered this kind of look before. It was the first day when she stood on the stage of Paramount in a cool outfit, and people of all kinds below looked at her with this kind of eyes.

It's very presumptuous and explicit, but it gives off a hint of ambiguity.

Jiang Qing stood up suddenly with a hint of anger. Fu Chiyan could see the corner of Jiang Qing's jaw move, perhaps trying to suppress his anger at being offended by the look.

She turned and left without saying a word, leaving behind a fresh fragrance.

As Jiang Qing walked away, she heard Fu Chiyan's voice become clear after he raised his voice: "You will come to beg me."

She is now helpless and may even be kicked out by Fu Chiyan at any time.

She would come and beg him.

When that day comes, he will want to see why Fu Jizhong is so obsessed with such a woman.

What's so good about her face?