Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

"I could see that Master Fu was eager to listen to the opera, so I didn't put on makeup carefully. I apologize for the inconvenience."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and started singing.

Jiang Qing frowned and looked at Fu Chiyan. He didn't listen seriously, nor was he angry because of Mu Qiu's disrespect.

He is the local tyrant of Rucheng, and everything here can be said to belong to him. If Mu Qiu did the same thing to someone else, they would probably be shot to death immediately.

"The birds on the trees are in pairs, and the green water and green mountains bring smiles."

Fu Chiyan waved to Jiang Qing to come over. Jiang Qing didn't move, but saw Fu Chiyan mouthing Mu Qiu's name. She took a deep breath and walked towards him.

As soon as he got close, Fu Chiyan pulled him into his arms and sat on him. Jiang Qing struggled to get up but was forcefully held down.

Mu Qiu's lyrics trembled at that moment.

The big palm fell on Jiang Qing's slender waist with a slightly hot temperature.

"Jiang Qing, be quiet."

"It's getting more and more interesting, isn't it? Does Fu Jizhong know that you have a delicate and famous actress in this theater? Is he willing to do that?"

"If he hadn't died, I really wouldn't have known you were playing so wildly out there."

"Ruin the Fu family's reputation."

The hand on the waist began to caress gently, and Jiang Qing's body softened.

"Mr. Fu misunderstood."

"Look at his eyes, he looks like he wants to kill me. How can this be called a match made in heaven?"

"Or does Miss Jiang think that you and I are more like a match made in heaven?"

"Mr. Fu." Jiang Qing tried to break free from Fu Chiyan's restraints and stand up again, but failed. "Mu Qiu is the same age as you. I look at him like... my son."

The hand that was deliberately making trouble finally stopped. Fu Chiyan laughed softly, his voice a little hoarse, "Jiang Qing, I just called you sister, do you really think I'm your brother? And your son, are you worthy?"

Jiang Qing was stunned when she heard these sharp words, but Fu Chiyan pressed her neck forward, his thin lips pressed against the corner of Jiang Qing's mouth, the stimulating action made Fu Chiyan feel half of his body numb.

Fu Jizhong is indeed capable. He brought Jiang Qing home. Jiang Qing's face is indeed magical and can easily fascinate people.

"Mr. Fu..." Jiang Qing turned her head away, letting the kiss that was not really a kiss fade away. She raised her watery eyes to look at Mu Qiu who was not far away.

Mu Qiu still insisted on singing, but his hands were clenched into fists. He saw Jiang Qing shook his head barely audibly.

He had no choice but to look away and stop looking at them.

"Miss Jiang is really a very capable person, but don't forget who is in charge of Rucheng. You use the Fu family's money to support these people who eat for free, so you should have expected this day to come." The calloused hand lifted Jiang Qing's chin, "Even if I marry you home today and make you my wife, no one will dare to object, don't you think?"

"Shut up!" Tears welled up in Jiang Qing's eyes. Fu Chiyan's words were too harsh.

"Shut up? Jiang Qing, Qingqing... Didn't Fu Jizhong call you that? He would think of his white moonlight when he looked at you, didn't he cry?" Although he was smiling, there was no emotion in his smile, "Don't forget, you can also be regarded as my inheritance, Miss Jiang."

"In the end what you want?"

What do you want? Fu Chiyan himself didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw Jiang Qing and Mu Qiu's eyes flickering, the emotions in them made him dare not think too deeply.

He couldn't understand it, so he simply stopped looking, but he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, as if he was jealous.

Jealous of Fu Jizhong, jealous that he could meet the displaced Jiang Qing and bring her home.

She was also jealous of Mu Qiu, jealous of the deep bond between Mu Qiu and Jiang Qing.

But how could it be? He clearly hated Fu Jizhong's so-called Bai Yueguang, so he also hated Jiang Qing, who looked 70% similar to that woman. He could bully her and torture her, but he couldn't be angry because of her story with other men.

"Please me, Jiang Qing, or I will take away all the funds of Shengyu Tower, and you won't be able to use a single cent of it."

Jiang Qing was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She didn't understand what was going on in Fu Chiyan's mind. She was also in the Fu family now, and everyone tacitly accepted that she was a young lady that the Fu family had picked up halfway, but he said the most indecent words.

This time the slap landed hard and fiercely. At least Fu Chiyan could taste a little blood. Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered, let alone a human.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the flesh in his mouth on the side of his face that had been hit, and a numbing feeling spread to half of his face.

"Mr. Fu is really crazy." Jiang Qing took advantage of Fu Chiyan's daze to escape from his arms and hurried out the door.

Everyone in the hall lowered their heads and dared not look around. Yue Ze stood at the door and felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Commander Fu was slapped by his most hated sister. Who would believe this if he told others about it? Who would dare to listen?

Fu Chiyan stood up nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened just now, "Boss Mu sang well."

He left this sentence and drove away.

Yang Chunhao heard the sound of a car coming from the backyard. He had been guarding the backyard worried that Fu Chiyan would suddenly have the urge to go to the backyard again. Mu Qiu also stopped singing in his opera voice and seemed to be about to fall to the ground. He rushed forward to catch Mu Qiu.

"Xiao Qiu, what happened?"

"Nothing, Fu Chiyan asked me to sing a song for him. Sister Jiang, Sister Jiang was bullied by him, but I can't protect her like Sister Jiang did."

Mu Qiu leaned in Yang Chunhao's arms, crying bitterly. Although he had a man's body, his handsome face was filled with pain.

Yang Chunhao looked uncomfortable. He rubbed his hair and slapped his back over and over again.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoqiu, senior brother is here." Mu Qiu put his thin arms around Yang Chunhao's neck, and all his tears were buried in his gray clothes.

Yang Chunhao and Jiang Qing don't have that deep connection. He is a male actor in the opera troupe and grew up in the troupe with Mu Qiu.

He only knew that after Jiang Qing came, he kicked out the original owner of Shengyulou and bought Shengyulou himself. He also did not allow them to perform operas day and night for 365 days to make money as they did before. Instead, he turned the theater into a place to secretly provide aid to refugees, and still occasionally received guests who came to listen to music.

This tactic not only did not cause Shengyulou to decline, but made Mu Qiu famous. The theater was always packed with people every time it opened, making him a famous actor and actress who was hard to find. It also made the theater gradually start to make profits from losses. However, the money invested before would definitely not be earned back with the current frequency of performances.

Jiang Qing took a rickshaw back to the Fu family and dismissed all the servants, staying in the living room. She knew that Fu Chiyan wanted her to remember his "Ayan", but his temper was so bad in this world that she was really angry.

[Qingqing, don't be angry. Hey...when you get angry, this world is so irritating!] Xiao Qi scratched his head. He wanted to appease Jiang Qing, but he didn't know where to start. He was still worried that Jiang Qing would get too angry.

"I am fine."

[Qingqing, we must ensure the existence of Shengyu Tower, otherwise the mission will most likely fail.]

"I know, but definitely not in the way Fu Chiyan said."

To please him? Jiang Qing would not do such a thing, but he only hoped that Fu Chiyan would not regret it after getting it.

Fu Chiyan did not return to the Fu family in the following days. It seemed that because he had an unpleasant argument with Jiang Qing that day, he did not want to return to the Fu family and see Jiang Qing's face.

Ever since the two of them parted unhappily in Shengyu Tower, Fu Chiyan has been staying overnight in the military headquarters. Every time he wakes up in the morning, he can remember Jiang Qing's face and her exquisite figure in his dreams. He feels a little annoyed. This shouldn't be like this.

It was not until they were in the office that Yue Ze cautiously asked him, "The commander seems to be in a bad mood these days. Do you want to attend some gatherings to cheer yourself up?"

The warlords' gatherings were nothing more than celebration banquets after a victory, with wine and meat, and they enjoyed luxury surrounded by beautiful women.

Fu Chiyan pinched his brows and said, "No need."

After signing the last document, he stood up solemnly, took the military jacket handed to him by Yue Ze and put it on, "Go back to Fu's house."

It was noon when we arrived at Fu's house. Jiang Qing was sitting in the living room. The maid was applying medicine on her palms. After resting for many days, she had felt much better.

Jiang Qing was a little surprised to see Fu Chiyan come in with a face full of anger, then she smiled and asked him, "Mr. Fu, do you want to help me apply the medicine?"