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

It sounded a bit noisy on the other end of the phone, with a series of crisp, clanging sounds.

An Ying was speechless. Didn't Secretary Chen say that Fu Chengli was on a business trip?

Did your business trip end up at the mahjong table?

An Ying had previously observed from various news and gossip sources that Fu Chengli spent his days either drinking tea or playing cards, attending banquets or playing golf, and that every business trip he took was like a paid vacation.

I've never seen a president as relaxed and carefree as Fu Chengli.

He was so engrossed in his work that he completely disregarded the company's survival.

Fu Chengli's voice was deep and magnetic: "Who bullied you?"

An Ying recounted in detail how Lu Qiyao had made things difficult for her at work.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Chengli remained silent for a long time.

He had imagined various scenarios of her facing life-threatening dangers, but in the end, Lu Qiyao blocked her job application.

Fu Chengli: "I thought you were like last time, lying pitifully in the hospital with no family members to claim you."

An Ying: "...But, Lu Qiyao, sigh..."

The thought of An Ying and Lu Qiyao still arguing with each other filled Fu Chengli with inexplicable irritation.

An Ying gave a bitter smile: "Isn't it enough that I don't like him anymore?"

Fu Chengli smiled slightly.

He casually lit a cigarette, speaking in a lazy tone: "Oh? Really?"

An Ying blurted out, "My cousin is wise and brave, intelligent and insightful. I regret not listening to him. I shouldn't have kicked him in the leg back then. I should have kicked Lu Qiyao in the head instead."

First, try flattering him; if that doesn't work...

Then let's take a few more shots.

Fu Chengli flicked his cigarette ash, snorted coldly, and said indifferently, "Isn't this perfect? ​​You come to the Fu family."

Let's arrest them first.

An Ying was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

He just agreed so casually?

So many people are desperate to get into the Fu family business, and she just flattered them a couple of times and that was it?

An Ying asked hesitantly, "What about Old Master Fu...?"

Old Master Fu laid down three rules for An Weiping, one of which was that the An family members were not allowed to touch any of the Fu family's properties. Fu Chengli was aware of this.

Fu Chengli knew what An Ying was worried about.

Work is important, but not offending Old Master Fu is even more important.

He stared at the red glow at the end of the cigarette in his hand, his gaze deep and unfathomable: "But you have to do me a favor first."

An Ying covered the microphone of her phone and whispered to Ye Rao, "They really are capitalists; they never do anything that doesn't make them money."

Fu Chengli said something in a low voice.

An Ying was shocked: "How am I supposed to do something this difficult?!"

Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "Don't you care about the old man's opinion? This is your best chance to prove yourself."

An Ying frowned: "What if we mess it up?"

Fu Chengli raised his hand and stubbed out his cigarette, saying casually, "If it can't be smashed, I'll cover for you. What are you afraid of? I didn't sit in this position as president for nothing."

An Ying finally agreed.

Fu Chengli smiled enigmatically: "Little cousin, good luck. I believe in you. Make the most of this opportunity."

After hanging up the phone, An Ying had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Why would Fu Chengli, a cunning old fox, agree so readily?

But I can't quite describe what this strange feeling is.

An Ying put down her phone, and Ye Rao quickly asked what happened.

An Ying: "Fu Chengli agreed, but on the condition that I would arrange and plan the event for Old Master Fu's 80th birthday in a month."

Ye Rao chuckled: "Is Young Master Fu helping you or trying to kill you?"

"In a powerful and complex family like the Fu family, where a single wrong word can cause a bloodbath, there is no room for even the slightest mistake at such an important 80th birthday banquet."

"You're not familiar with the Fu family. If anything goes wrong, you'll be in deep trouble!"

"Now I see things clearly. These wealthy families are all heartless, just like Lu Gou. Last time I took a case from a rich family..."

Ye Rao muttered to herself, but An Ying didn't respond. She remained silent for a few minutes, lost in thought.

After a long pause, she said softly:

"What if it wasn't me who made a mistake and embarrassed myself, but An Weiping, Xu Mei, or An Xiaoxiao?"

Ye Rao was taken aback, her mind racing.

Yes, we haven't settled the score for how they conspired to cheat An Ying at the engagement party.

If someone has to make a mistake, embarrass themselves, and be ridiculed for life, why can't it be them?

Ye Rao suddenly realized, her eyes widening: "So that's how it is! May Mr. Fu have a long and peaceful life!"

Fu Chengli, who was far away in Yuncheng, hung up the phone and walked out of the side hall.

Upon seeing this, Secretary Chen immediately stood up and handed the card to the president.

What's wrong with the CEO? He seemed so anxious and uneasy when he answered the phone just now, but now he seems to be in a good mood.

Fu Chengli took the cards, casually tossed out an East Wind card, and said calmly, "Get ready, we're going back to Beicheng."

Secretary Chen nodded and picked up his phone: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

The bosses at the card table joked:

"Who has captivated President Fu so much? Hahaha, let us see for ourselves."

"Mr. Fu, this golden bachelor, is definitely taken. Don't keep it a secret, bring him out for a chat sometime."

"Mr. Fu, didn't we agree that we wouldn't be going back until next week? Why don't you stay a few more days?"

Fu Chengli smiled faintly, his deep eyes slightly dark: "The kittens we used to keep at home have been kidnapped by bad people over the years, and now we have to go and get them back."

The people at the card table were all stunned: What kind of nonsensical talk is this?

Secretary Chen stood to the side, his face full of questions.

Mr. Fu owns a cat? I've never heard of that. When did that happen?

Looks like I'll have to buy a few bags of cat food and cat litter and send them to the CEO.

The most urgent task is to book a flight for President Fu to return to Beicheng.

But why is President Fu in such a hurry to return to Beicheng?

Could it be for the old man's 80th birthday next month?

Didn't he arrange this banquet before he left Beicheng?

Has something gone wrong? Do we need to adjust the birthday banquet's schedule at the last minute?

That doesn't make sense either. They haven't been in Beicheng for the past few days. What could have gone wrong?

What does this have to do with cats?

Secretary Chen sighed. Why were there more and more question marks above his head?