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

Fang Mingyu walked out of the Fu Group office building, looking completely lost and dejected.

He doesn't agree!

He is not willing!

What did he do wrong?

Why should the person she likes be taken away by Fu Cheng, and why should she also be controlled by Fu Cheng in her career?

What? Does having money and power mean you can do whatever you want?

Why is it that after all his hard work, it all came to nothing because of a single sentence from Fu Cheng?

Fang Mingyu clenched his fists, veins bulging; he was never one to give up easily.

"Mr. Fang."

Just as Fang Mingyu was about to step out of the office building, a voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Fang, please wait a moment."

The person quickly followed and walked up to Fang Mingyu.

"you are?"

Fang Mingyu recognized the person who had just arrived, but couldn't place his name.

“I am Zhang Qi from the planning department of Fu’s Group. We have had some dealings with each other when the two companies cooperated before. I was just an ordinary employee in the planning department. It’s normal that President Fang doesn’t remember me.”

"The two companies collaborated before..." Fang Mingyu's sensitive nerves were touched.

So, he learned about the termination of cooperation between Fu's Group and Tongfang New Technology?

Fang Mingyu's face instantly turned cold. "If you're here to make sarcastic remarks, I advise you to save your breath."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Fang, I did just hear the news, but you misunderstood me. I just have a few words I'd like to say to you."

Fang Mingyu narrowed his eyes as he looked at the other person with a hint of disdain.

He now has absolutely no goodwill towards anyone from the Fu Group.

"I have nothing to say to you."

But the other party insisted, "Mr. Fang, would it be convenient for us to sit in the coffee shop across the street for a while?"

As she spoke, the caution and wariness in her eyes piqued Fang Mingyu's interest.

"I hope you're not wasting my time."

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang, you'll definitely be interested in what I'm about to say."

……

A private room in a bar.

When Fu Cheng and He Ze arrived, Zeng Ruijie was already slightly drunk.

The table was covered with wine bottles, all of them open.

He looked up at Fu Cheng and the other man, frowned, and asked He Ze, "Why are you in a wheelchair?"

Zeng Ruijie was unaware of He Ze's ankle injury; otherwise, he wouldn't have called He Ze to come over for drinks.

He Ze: "Old Zeng, aren't you especially touched right now?"

He wheeled himself to a stop next to Zeng Ruijie's sofa. "The doctor told me that I can't drink alcohol right now, so I'm just here to chat with you today. I won't drink. Old Fu will drink with you."

Fu Cheng glanced at He Ze, hoping that the guy wouldn't come.

Since He Ze injured his foot, he has been in a wheelchair every day, which makes it inconvenient for him to go anywhere, and he is getting restless.

As soon as he received Zeng Ruijie's call, he immediately went to find Fu Cheng, eager to go out and have some fun.

The key is that with Lao Fu around, he can take the opportunity to enjoy the boss's thoughtful service, such as being pushed in his wheelchair or helped out.

Entering a bar in a wheelchair truly embodies a unique kind of indomitable spirit despite physical disability.

From the moment they entered the bar, they had attracted the attention of countless people.

Fu Cheng walked over to Zeng Ruijie and sat down next to him.

He picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass.

"What happened?"

Zeng Ruijie took a swig of his drink. "It's nothing, I just wanted to drink."

"Clink..." The crisp sound of wine glasses clinking rang out.

Fu Cheng took the initiative to clink glasses and took a sip.

It's nothing, it's just the same old thing.

Fu Cheng silently drank with her, without saying another word.

That kid used to be a teetotaler, but ever since that incident, he's become addicted to alcohol.

Each time, he and He Ze would silently accompany each other while drinking. Some of their pain made words of comfort seem too pale and powerless.

He can only slowly process and forget it on his own.

Seeing this, He Ze, who was standing to the side, said he would keep her company while she chatted, but in the end he ordered a few drinks and silently drank with her.

In the large, luxurious private room, three men drank quietly, the atmosphere unusually oppressive.

"If I had reacted just one second faster, just one second, would the outcome have been different?" Zeng Ruijie suddenly asked, after downing several glasses of wine.

Fu Cheng looked up.

He understood what Zeng Ruijie was talking about.

Three years ago, a horrific car accident occurred in Nanshi.

After losing all his wealth, a gambler drove around the streets, looking for an opportunity to take revenge on society.

Unfortunately, a young couple was ultimately chosen as the targets of revenge.

The couple was crossing the street at the zebra crossing. The light was green, and the husband was supporting his wife with one hand and carrying various shopping bags with the other, carefully protecting her. It was clear that the two were very much in love.

Perhaps it was this heartwarming scene that provoked the gambler.

With a piercing roar of an engine, a black sedan speeding at 120 mph charged straight at it.

The wife was the first to react, shoving her husband, and then he was sent flying.

By the time the husband realized it, the tragedy had already occurred.

He was pushed away by his wife and fell to the ground, suffering only minor scrapes, but his wife was thrown more than ten meters away.

One corpse, two lives.

His wife will be full-term in two months, and he was carrying baby supplies that the couple had just bought together.

The couple had just come out of the mall and were just across the street from the wife's favorite dessert shop.

The doctor had advised that pregnant women shouldn't eat sweets during this stage, but he couldn't resist his wife's constant pleading and charm, so he agreed.

But in an instant, everything changed.

Finally, only the man's desperate sobs remained on the street.

Passersby, upon witnessing this tragic scene, could not help but feel sorry and shed tears.

……

The incident was classified as a heinous act of intentional homicide, and the gambler was executed shortly afterward.

But from that time on, the man's life became completely bleak, without a glimmer of light ever again.

He felt regret and self-blame. He blamed himself for not being more firm in his stance and not going to the dessert shop.

Why wasn't he the first to react, even if only for a second...?

The man became despondent, locking himself in his room and drinking every day.

He began to suffer from insomnia night after night, and even when he did fall asleep, he would often be awakened by the same nightmare.

Later on, he devoted all his energy to his work.

To become a complete work machine.

The man was Zeng Ruijie, and the pregnant woman who was about to reach full term was his wife.

……

Fu Cheng patted his friend on the shoulder, "That matter wasn't your fault, don't torture yourself anymore."

Zeng Ruijie turned to look at Fu Cheng, his eyes red, "Old Fu, the fault is mine, really, I'm even more certain today that the fault is mine."

"If I can react quickly enough today and avoid a car accident, why couldn't I have done so three years ago? They are the people I love most, so why didn't I react quickly enough?"

He Ze, who was standing nearby, also comforted him, "Old Zeng, this really isn't your fault. That guy was going over 100 miles per hour, and a normal person wouldn't be able to react in time."

"But Qiqi realized what was happening and pushed me away."

Zeng Ruijie buried his face in his hands and wept bitterly, "I should have been the one in the car accident; she was the one who should have been protected..."

Fu Cheng looked at his friend with a somber expression.

It turns out that the nightmare from back then had long since become a haunting demon in his heart...