Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Fu Siyue probed.

Jiang Liwu shook her head, "Not for now, but Xiaocheng's stomach problem really worries me."

Upon hearing the word "won't," Fu Siyue's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and he couldn't hide his happiness.

However, Fu Siyue's happiness was short-lived as he soon encountered Song Jinwei sneakily rummaging through the documents scattered all over his study.

She opened the safe, seemingly too focused to notice the extra person in the study.

Having finally found what she was looking for, Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she looked at the words "automobile manufacturing investment project" on the document. "That's great!" she exclaimed.

She quickly checked the document and was about to look through the investment projects and key parameters.

Just then, Fu Siyue's icy, chilling voice rang out behind her, "What are you doing?"

Song Jinwei's back twitched, startled. Her heart skipped a beat, and a wave of fear and panic washed over her. She quickly turned around, stood up, and tightly hid the documents behind her back. When she saw Fu Siyue, she looked panicked but tried to remain calm. "No, I didn't do anything?"

"I noticed your study is a bit messy, so I'll kindly tidy it up for you."

Her lies and excuses were so clumsy that even she froze when she saw the mess.

Fu Siyue approached step by step, his aura like a moving glacier, tall, oppressive, and chilling. Song Jin nervously swallowed.

"Take it out." Fu Siyue's dark and turbulent eyes were like the black sea at night, deep, dangerous, cruel, and ruthless.

Song Jinwei subconsciously hid the confidential documents even tighter, pretending to be confused, "Take what? I didn't take anything."

"Don't make me say it again."

Despite her slightly stiff neck, Song Jin still took out the documents under Fu Siyue's dangerous gaze.

Fu Siyue looked at the document and sneered, "Fu Qinian asked you to steal it?"

"I took it myself, it has nothing to do with Qinian." Thinking of Fu Siyue's methods against Fu Qinian, Song Jinwei's face paled, and she immediately removed Fu Qinian from the picture.

Fu Siyue certainly wouldn't believe it, and Song Jinwei was well aware of this as well, so she simply stopped hiding it and asked, "Fu Siyue, could you give this project to Qinian?"

Fu Qinian's gaze was icy cold. "Do you know what you're saying?"

Song Jinwei bit her lip. "Anyway, you still have so many good projects in your hands. Losing one project won't cause you much loss."

“It won’t cost me much,” Fu Siyue said, as if he had heard a funny joke, but he remained expressionless. “Then do you know how much money I’ve invested in this project?” He looked directly into Song Jinwei’s eyes, and Song Jinwei looked away in a panic, unable to answer.

"His appetite has grown bigger and bigger over the years, from millions to tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, and now he's eyeing projects worth tens of billions?"

"Ten billion..." Song Jin's eyes widened in panic. She had no idea that it was so much. Even if she were a fool, she would know that losing tens of billions would definitely damage Fu Siyue's health.

But since she had already done it, she really didn't want to disappoint Fu Qinian. "At worst, I'll make it up to you later."

Seeing that Song Jinwei was still not giving up, Fu Siyue's face grew even colder and more gloomy. "Compensate me?"

"Don't you like me? Fine, I'll make it up to you by taking you to the movies, the amusement park, shopping, and having a candlelight dinner." Song Jinwei looked both benevolent and troubled, because she hated doing things that lovers do with someone she disliked and rejected.

These were all things Song Jinwei did when she secretly ran away from Fu Siyue to meet with Fu Qinian.

Now Song Jinwei is using this to appease him, and she even feels that she has made a sacrifice and that he is the one who has benefited.

At that moment, Fu Siyue suddenly found Song Jinwei's face utterly repulsive.

Seeing that Fu Siyue didn't speak, Song Jinwei felt that it was because he was not satisfied and wanted more, and she was immediately annoyed. "Besides that, you can make one more request, but it absolutely can't be too much. At most, one kiss."

When the topic of kissing came up, Song Jinwei looked at Fu Siyue's incredibly handsome face and couldn't help but blush slightly. Fu Siyue was undoubtedly top-notch in every way, but he was too cold, too obsessive, too cruel, and too twisted. Being with him was suffocating, and he was nothing like Fu Qinian's gentleness, thoughtfulness, and romance.

"This project can only reach its full potential under Qinian's leadership."

“I know you’ve become so outstanding and always try to outdo Qinian because Uncle Fu loves Qinian but not you. So you always try to get Uncle Fu’s attention. But all these years have passed and Uncle Fu hasn’t seen you. All your dazzling achievements are in vain. You might as well give them to Qinian. Maybe Qinian can help you ease the tension between you and Uncle Fu and get him to come see you.”

"roll."

"What?" Song Jinwei said to herself, somewhat unable to react, her expression one of astonishment.

"Get out." Fu Siyue's eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a cold and violent aura. "Get out—" He swung his long arm and swept the documents and a lamp off the table.

The sound of the lamp shattering into pieces was extremely jarring, and Song Jinwei was terrified. She looked into Fu Siyue's eyes and felt that Fu Siyue wanted to kill her at that moment.

Such murderous intent and hatred were never directed at her before by Fu Siyue. Even when she ran out to see Fu Qinian time and time again, deliberately using screams and other sensitive sounds to aggravate Fu Siyue's headache, Fu Siyue had never shown her such a look or expression.

Song Jinwei suddenly felt extremely flustered and stammered, "...Just go out, why are you being so fierce?"

In her panicked run, Song Jinwei bumped into Jiang Liwu.

Song Jinwei didn't know how much Jiang Liwu had overheard. Feeling embarrassed that Jiang Liwu had witnessed her, she angrily aimed for Jiang Liwu's shoulder as she passed by, ready to bump into her. Just then, she heard Jiang Liwu's clear, jade-like voice, which was both beautiful and incredibly dangerous: "If there's a next time, I'll break your hand."

"Huh?" At this moment, Jiang Liwu and Fu Siyue overlapped and looked very similar, because Fu Siyue had said the exact same thing.

"Isn't your brother Qinian supposed to be good in every way? If he's so good, why is he like a good-for-nothing who has to rely on you to steal project documents to achieve anything that isn't his own?"

Song Jin glared at Jiang Liwu with annoyance, "You!" She wanted to refute Jiang Liwu's words, but was interrupted the next second.

"If you step into the study again, whether you're stealing documents or anything else, I'll sever your tendons, understand?"