Breakup and still want to be beautiful on your own? A crazy tycoon seduces and climbs to the top.

Night falls.

Jiang Shuya drove slowly toward a high-end private restaurant in the center of Yuncheng City.

An Ying quietly watched the flashing neon lights and hurried pedestrians outside the window.

Jiang Shuya's question from earlier still echoed in her ears.

Do you still have expectations for love?

An Ying's heart felt as if it had been pulled by an invisible force.

Is there any woman in this world who doesn't expect love at all and has completely severed all feelings of love?

She was once a young girl who longed for love and gave her all to it.

After experiencing all of this, An Ying gradually got used to maintaining a calm attitude towards relationships.

It seems that as long as you have no expectations of love, you will never experience betrayal, heartbreak, or disappointment again.

An Ying didn't know how to answer Jiang Shuya's question.

This private restaurant has very unique dishes, and they taste great.

Jiang Shuya tacitly avoided bringing up the issue again, instead changing the subject by talking about fun things from her high school days.

Do you remember any of the couples in our class?

An Ying: "I remember, the class beauty and the class heartthrob were dating back then, and they're married now."

Jiang Shuya rolled her eyes: "You're talking nonsense, you're clearly the class beauty."

An Ying shook her head and sighed, "I'm so grateful. I don't know who gave me the title of class beauty back then, and I got love letters from people every day. I couldn't stand it."

"Then one time, a boy from the next class slipped a love letter into my homework. I had no idea, and the homework went straight to the homeroom teacher. When the homeroom teacher found out, she thought we were dating, and the boy and I were both called to the teacher's office for a lecture. We were also punished by having to write self-criticisms."

Jiang Shuya chuckled: "Hahaha, I remember now. After that, you cut your long hair and got a buzz cut like a wild boy. All the boys in the school were stunned."

"The day you stepped into the classroom, all the boys looked like they'd seen a ghost. I still remember it to this day. It was hilarious."

An Ying also remembers it vividly.

It happened to be Chinese New Year at that time, and An Weiping took her back to the Fu residence for dinner.

She sat down with her head tilted back and started picking at her food.

Fu Chengli was sitting right across from me at the dining table.

At that time, he was not yet the president of Fu's Group; he had just returned to China after wandering abroad for two years.

Fu Chengli stared at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

His expression shifted between confusion and hesitation.

After a long pause, he finally uttered two words:

"Who are you?"

An Ying looked up, blinking her eyes as she stared at him.

Changing your hairstyle isn't the same as changing your face, is it really necessary to be so face-blind?

The Fu family was large and prosperous, and every year during the Spring Festival, some distant relatives who did not visit often would come to the Fu residence to offer their New Year's greetings.

Several uncles and aunts who didn't know her very well came over and mistook An Ying for someone else.

They probably found out in advance that Fu Chengli would soon be promoted to president of Fu's Group, and they all tried to get close to him.

"Young Master Fu, this must be your younger brother. He's really handsome."

"Judging from that noble appearance, he must be Young Master Yu Shi."

"That's right, that's right, she looks just like the young master!"

Several uncles and aunts sang in unison.

An Ying almost burst out laughing.

She did dress somewhat androgynously that day.

But they're not siblings, so how could they possibly look alike?

He can't even flatter the right person.

An Ying jokingly said to Fu Chengli, "Brother, let's eat, the food is getting cold."

But to everyone's surprise, Fu Chengli showed no sign of a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries with several uncles and aunts, he turned and stared at An Ying with a serious expression.

"Have you been bullied at school?"

An Ying was taken aback.

That's when I realized I'd made a huge misunderstanding.

After the explanation was clear, Fu Chengli stopped asking questions.

But he still looked terrible.

The buzz cut didn't last long.

An Ying's hair grows too fast.

Before long, the buzz cut turned into a short haircut that reached his ears.

After a while, her hair grew to her collarbone.

But no boys dared to harass her anymore.

An Ying silently ate her rice: "There's a high school reunion in a while, are you coming?"

Jiang Shuya took a bite of her food and said, "Here, let me eat some watermelon."

An Ying asked in confusion, "Eating melon seeds? Eating whose melon seeds?"

Jiang Shuya raised an eyebrow: "I heard that the earliest couples to get married have already started getting divorced one after another."

"This shows that getting married early has its advantages! If you get married early, you also get divorced early, and when you start your second spring, you're still young!"

An Ying smiled knowingly: "Be careful, or I might record it and send it to your husband."

Jiang Shuya laughed heartily, shaking her head.

After laughing, Jiang Shuya took a sip of water, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Xiaoying, have you found the older brother who sponsored you in high school?"

An Ying sighed and shook her head.

In high school, although she received a scholarship, it was only enough to maintain a basic standard of living.

An Weiping pocketed the living expenses given to him by the Fu family, but seeing that An Ying could get a scholarship on her own, he refused to give her a single penny.

Several times she wanted to go to the neighboring city to participate in academic competitions, but she couldn't even afford the travel expenses.

Later, someone arranged through the school to set up a separate scholarship worth millions of yuan and transferred it directly to her.

Nobody knows who this person is.

"Brother Sugar Daddy" was just a joking nickname between Jiang Shuya and An Ying.

Maybe this person is a beautiful older sister.

He could also be a middle-aged, balding man.

Jiang Shuya simply made a wild guess, winking and saying, "Could it be that Jingchen brother from when you were in Nancheng?"

An Ying was stunned.

After a moment of contemplation, she smiled and said, "No, he has been missing for many years."

Jiang Shuya continued to guess: "Could it be your older brother at your current company?"

An Ying frowned slightly.

Is Shuya referring to Fu Chengli?

She shook her head with a smile: "That's even more impossible. He has no reason to help me."

Jiang Shuya smiled and seemed about to say something more.

At that moment, a man appeared beside the table.

Su Jixun stood to the side with a smile, wearing a light-colored coat, looking quite like a male lead in a Korean drama.

"An Ying, what a coincidence! What were you chatting about with your friends?"

An Ying looked surprised.

Jiang Shuya glanced at An Ying, then at Su Jixun, her gossipy eyes lighting up instantly.

An Ying: "What are you doing here?"

Su Jixun replied, "I'm having dinner with my colleagues in Yuncheng a day early for tomorrow's industry summit. What about you?"

An Ying nodded and introduced, "Shuya, this is my good friend from college, Su Jixun; this is my good friend from junior high and high school, Jiang Shuya."

After the introduction, An Ying lowered her head and winked at Jiang Shuya.

It's not what you think!

Jiang Shuya immediately received the signal and smiled, "Mr. Su, An Ying and I have just finished eating and were about to leave."

Su Jixun was taken aback.

He then smiled.

Jiang Shuya went to the parking lot to get her car.

An Ying stood on the main road waiting for Jiang Shuya to drive the car out.

Su Jixun stood with An Ying by the roadside waiting for a car, and the two chatted casually about tomorrow's industry summit.

Just then, a black Maybach sped past them.