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

"I knew you wouldn't come up with anything good."

As Fu Cheng spoke, he took the opportunity to straighten the contract in his hand.

Seeing the disgusted look on his friend Lao Fu's face, He Ze could only lower his head and continue to scratch his head in thought.

Not a moment later.

He slowly raised his head. "Then how about... seduction? See if your sister-in-law is still interested in you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng glared at him coldly and said, "Get lost!"

"Don't rush, if this doesn't work, there's always another one. I have many more tricks up my sleeve. Would you like to hear more?"

As He Ze spoke, "The Art of War" and "The Thirty-Six Stratagems" kept flashing through his mind.

We go through the process while simultaneously filtering.

However, Fu Cheng had already given the order to leave, "Come on, go back to your office."

"No, please, Lao Fu..."

He Ze wanted to take this opportunity to slack off a little longer.

“If you don’t leave now, you’ll be the one to handle that government cooperation project in City A.”

Upon hearing this, He Ze quickly got up and left.

As they reached the door, he didn't forget to add, "Old Fu, are you sure you don't want to consider this self-inflicted injury scheme? I think it's a really good idea."

Fu Cheng glanced at him but ignored him.

After He Ze left.

Fu Cheng got up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the entire Nanshi city, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, the lights inside the window were bright, but outside, dark clouds covered the sky, making it feel oppressive and suffocating.

Just like Fu Cheng's feelings at this moment.

He stared out the window at the gray expanse, his mind replaying the words He Ze had just spoken.

A self-inflicted injury ruse...

Ha, only a fool would adopt such a ridiculous and terrible idea!

Fu Cheng mentally complained as he walked back to his desk and continued working absentmindedly.

"Clap clap clap..."

Before long, the gloomy sky could no longer bear it, and a heavy rain poured down, pounding against the French windows.

Fu Cheng looked up, gazing absently at the strings of raindrops pouring down outside the window.

Suddenly, an absurd thought flashed through his mind!

……

He Ze had just returned to his office and gotten into work mode when he received an internal call from Fu Cheng.

"Come to the rooftop."

He Ze looked up at the strings of raindrops outside the window, somewhat puzzled.

He was about to ask more questions when Fu Cheng hung up the phone.

You see, that rooftop was open-air, and it was raining heavily right now. He Ze was really puzzled as to why Old Fu wanted him to go to the rooftop.

Could it be that Old Fu, in a moment of despair, sent him to deliver his last words?

However, He Ze immediately rejected this idea as soon as it crossed his mind.

Uh, no, no, Old Fu hasn't reached that point yet.

If it's not this, then what could it be?

Completely baffled, He Ze had no choice but to abandon his work and immediately run to the rooftop.

When he arrived at the entrance to the rooftop, he was completely stunned.

In the center of the rooftop not far away, there stood a tall, idiotic figure, receiving the baptism of the heavy rain.

This fool was none other than Fu Cheng, the one who summoned him to the rooftop!

"Old Fu, what's wrong with you?" He Ze couldn't help but shout.

Fu Cheng turned his head and glanced at him, but ignored him and continued to enjoy himself in the rain.

He Ze was speechless.

"You called me here, but then ignored me. What's the meaning of that?"

Fu Cheng then spoke up, saying, "Help me guard the door and don't let anyone else come to the rooftop."

"What??"

He Ze could hardly believe his ears.

He looked at the heavy rain in front of him, then at the umbrella in his hand, and finally opened it and walked over.

Luckily, he brought an umbrella.

"Old Fu, why are you getting soaked in the rain?" He Ze walked over and held up an umbrella for Fu Cheng.

To everyone's surprise, Fu Cheng simply walked away.

They went back out into the rain and got soaked.

He Ze followed silently, insisting on holding him up, "Old Fu, if you can't figure something out, you can ask me to help you think about it. Getting soaked in the rain won't clear your head, it'll just give you a cold!"

"I'm going to catch a cold!" Fu Cheng said, resolutely stepping out of the umbrella again.

He Ze: "???..."

After a while.

He Ze, finally realizing what was happening, said, "So, this was all part of your self-inflicted injury scheme?"

"Didn't you look down on my good plan?"

Fu Cheng didn't respond, but instead said, "Go and keep watch for me, don't let anyone else come to the rooftop."

He Ze thought to himself, "In this heavy rain, I probably couldn't even get half a person to come to this rooftop."

He felt that just by staying here with Old Fu in the rain, he had become a fool along with him.

Love really can make people lose their minds and go crazy!

He Ze kept clicking his tongue, but eventually went to the entrance.

While guarding the area, he also admired his boss, enjoying the rain.

Indeed, such a shrewd person suddenly doing something so "foolish" would definitely be headline news tomorrow if others saw it!

……

More than an hour later.

The two finally returned to the president's office.

Seeing Fu Cheng's lips turn blue from the rain, He Ze immediately made an emergency call to the president's wife.

The content is roughly as follows:

"Hello, this is He Ze. Fu Cheng probably fell ill at the company this afternoon because he was too tired from his business trip. He has a high fever and has started talking nonsense. Sister-in-law, would it be convenient for you to come over?"

……

On the way over, Lu Shiyi was fully enjoying the results of his rain.

At first, he was fine; he could feel cold all over and even shiver uncontrollably.

He felt that he was just one fever away from success!

But after he changed his clothes and dried his hair, he felt something was wrong.

He started to feel warmer, he couldn't feel the cold anymore, he stopped shivering, and even his lips began to regain their color and become rosy.

"I'm not going to get through this, am I?" Fu Cheng was a little annoyed.

"No, no, unless you're made of iron, it's raining so hard and you've been soaked for so long... Don't worry, just wait a little longer!" He Ze comforted her.

The key point is that he had already made the call, and the president's wife was already on her way.

It wouldn't make sense if Old Fu didn't get sick.

Ten minutes later.

"Old He, could you get me a thermometer? I feel a bit feverish right now, I think I'm starting to have a fever."

Upon hearing this, He Ze immediately went to get a thermometer.

"How is it? Has it been burned? Has the burning started?"

Fu Cheng looked at the thermometer with a face full of disappointment. "Thirty-six and a half degrees!"

He Ze: "..."

"Old Fu, I'm not trying to be mean, but why are you training yourself to be so physically strong? I accidentally got caught in the rain last time, and I started getting a fever in no time. Unlike you, sigh..."

Fu Cheng was speechless. "Why did you call so urgently? You could have waited until I had a fever before calling."

He Ze: "But you didn't stop it at the time, so it's like you tacitly approved of it."

Fu Cheng: "...I have no experience in this area."

He Ze looked aggrieved. "You make it sound like I have a lot of experience."

Then, both of them fell silent.

"Ding Dong"

He Ze sent a message.

He glanced at it and said, "Quick, Lao Fu, take her measurement again. Your wife is already downstairs."

Fu Cheng touched his cold forehead and glared helplessly at He Ze across from him.

He Ze: "Why are you glaring at me? Hurry up and take the measurements!"

"Measure my ass..."