After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

The next day, early in the morning.

Fu Cheng woke up very early in the morning.

Specifically, he didn't sleep well at all last night.

Although his wife had specifically told him via text message that she would stay with Yao Yao that night and not go home.

But when he got up and looked at the cold and empty room, he still felt depressed and stifled.

In particular, the emotions he couldn't release last night continued to fester throughout the night.

Even in his dreams, he was punishing his love rival.

Of course, there was also compensation and comfort from his wife.

Unfortunately, when I woke up, there was nothing there.

Had breakfast.

Fu Cheng called his best friend He Ze.

At that moment, He Ze, who was still dreaming, was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of the phone and answered it while still half asleep.

"Old Fu, it's the weekend, disturbing someone's sleep is tantamount to murder. If you want to ask me to work overtime, I will definitely refuse to do so to the death."

Fu Cheng, sitting opposite him, frowned and didn't respond, instead asking directly, "What's on the program today?"

Upon hearing this, He Ze suddenly opened his eyes.

That's really strange. Old Fu actually asked him if he had any shows planned.

Did I hear that right??

Flattered yet suspicious, He Ze didn't answer directly, but tentatively asked, "What kind of program do you want?"

"Let's go play ball."

The weather today is not suitable for golf.

He Ze thought for a moment, then asked, "What kind of ball?"

Old Fu is acting a bit strange today.

Why would I suddenly invite him to play ball?

Could it be that he had another fight with the president's wife?

He Ze felt it was best to be cautious and avoid accidentally running into trouble.

“Tennis,” Fu Cheng replied.

"Okay, just the two of us?" He Ze asked again.

"Let's invite Zeng Ruijie along."

"Okay, okay, I'll call him right now," He Ze replied quickly.

With Zeng Ruijie around, he can at least draw some attention away from the enemy.

As it turned out, his concerns were not unfounded.

……

Tennis court.

He Ze, who had been playing for more than half an hour, was now panting as he went to retrieve the ball.

Specifically, it was a brutal beating that lasted for more than half an hour.

"Old Fu, if you're unhappy about something, just say it. Don't just keep playing ball in silence."

He Ze retrieved the ball and offered some helpless words of advice.

"Enough talk, serve!"

He Ze: "..."

He felt that if he went back today, he would be completely exhausted.

Old Fu must have had some kind of falling out with his sister-in-law.

Looking across the entire Nanshi City, there are very few people who can make the eldest son of the Fu family so depressed.

It has to be said that He Ze truly admired his wife, the president's wife.

In just two short months, they managed to corrupt their usually indifferent and ruthless boss to this extent.

Great!

It’s really awesome!

He Ze held the racket in one hand and the ball in the other, sighed deeply, and then used all his strength to serve a weak ball.

Fu Chengguang simply stood still, yet his counterattack was swift and decisive.

He looked at his friend across the table, frowning in disdain, "Are you even capable?"

He Ze: "..."

At this moment, he no longer cared about his male dignity and said in despair, "Old Fu, I can't do it! I really can't!"

After saying that, he looked at Zeng Ruijie with a pleading look, "Old Zeng, why don't you go?"

Sitting on the bench, Zeng Ruijie waved his hand and said leisurely, "I haven't finished resting yet."

"You only played for about ten minutes, do you really need to rest for that long?" He Ze asked anxiously.

But Zeng Ruijie still waved his hand.

No matter what He Ze said, he just wouldn't go.

Lao Fu is He Ze's boss, not his boss.

He doesn't need to flatter anyone; he can rest when he's tired and stop fighting when he doesn't want to.

He Ze: So, I'm treated like a beast of burden at work, and I still have to be a beast of burden on weekends?

Finally, unable to withstand the strain any longer, he collapsed to the ground.

"Old Fu, if you don't rest, I need to rest. If you beat me to a pulp in one go, no one will fight you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng put down his racket, thought for a moment, and replied, "That's true, then let's rest for a while before playing again."

He Ze finally had a chance to catch his breath.

The three of them sat on a bench nearby, drinking water and resting.

During this time, taking advantage of Fu Cheng going to the restroom, He Ze quickly took out his phone.

He needs to get reinforcements quickly, otherwise he really won't be able to hold on.

Old Fu was clearly holding back his anger today, and he took it out on him without any regard for his feelings.

He Ze tilted his head and began to think.

Which reinforcements should we call?

After a while.

"Yes, the one who tied the knot must untie it."

He decided to ask the president's wife to handle it!

However, He Ze did not have his sister-in-law's phone number.

He scratched his head and began to think again.

Before long, he actually came up with a solution.

That is, to seek Tang Yiran's help.

Although Tang Yiran hasn't removed him from the blacklist yet, he has another account.

He was inexplicably excited when he suddenly came up with this idea.

At this moment, He Ze explained to himself, "I only wanted to help Lao Fu and his wife get back together as soon as possible, I didn't contact her on purpose."

At first, Tang Yiran, who was at home watching TV series, was about to hang up immediately when she heard that it was He Ze on the phone.

But when he heard that it was related to his best friend Lu Shiyi, he continued listening.

Upon learning of He Ze's request, Tang Yiran agreed almost without hesitation.

Of course, her willingness to help had absolutely nothing to do with He Ze.

She just wanted her best friend's family to be harmonious.

Only then did she willingly become He Ze's mouthpiece.

At this moment, Lu Shiyi had just left his sister's house and was driving on the road.

Upon receiving a call from her best friend Tang Yiran, she immediately changed her route and went to the tennis court.

the other side.

Fu Cheng, who had just returned from the restroom, sat down on a bench.

His expression remained cold and stern, as if he had been playing ball for a long time, but his frustration had not been relieved at all.

Perhaps, the catharsis wasn't enough?

He turned his head, about to speak.

But then, He Ze, who had just brought reinforcements, was the first to happily approach him.

"Old Fu, let me rest a little longer. I'll fight you to the death later. I'll fight you for as long as you want."

Fu Cheng frowned. "The more you rest, the less you want to move, don't you know that?"

He Ze: "..."

His current thought is simple: to stall for as long as possible.

Anyway, he absolutely doesn't want to be abused again.

"But I don't want to rest, and I don't want to move at all," He Ze said, looking aggrieved.

"I already work hard enough during the week, Lao Fu, you can't expect me to work that hard on weekends too..."

As He Ze spoke, he would occasionally glance towards the entrance of the venue.

Fu Cheng: "I'm training you. I'm giving you a free and broad stage at work to hone your will and develop your abilities. I'm even taking you to the gym to exercise on weekends. Looking at the entire Fu Group, who else offers this kind of treatment?"

He Ze: "..."

The boss's words are truly deadly; he's a master of manipulation!

“Naturally, only your right-hand men receive this treatment,” He Ze agreed half-heartedly.

But he still wanted to delay.

"Old Fu, I'll just..."

As he was speaking, his gaze toward the entrance began to brighten.

"I'll risk my life to accompany you one more time..."