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

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the reception room, Fu Chengli strolled lazily over, hands in his pockets, and casually sat down on the sofa to the left of Old Master Fu.

He glanced at An Ying almost imperceptibly, then quickly looked away, turning to look at Old Master Fu with a smile playing on his lips.

"Grandpa, how have you been lately?"

Old Master Fu stroked his beard and sneered, "Weren't you on a business trip in Yuncheng? What are you doing back here? Why are you suddenly concerned about this old man?"

Seeing the old man's rosy complexion and bright eyes, Fu Chengli smiled even more: "It's good that you're in good health."

Secretary Chen, who was standing not far away, stepped forward and handed Fu Chengli a stack of documents.

Fu Chengli handed it to Old Master Fu, saying casually, "Don't get too upset."

Grandpa Fu accepted it with a puzzled expression.

After flipping through a few pages, the old man's expression grew increasingly serious.

His aged fingers flipped through the pages rapidly, each turn seemingly fueling his anger.

An Weiping swallowed anxiously, his wandering eyes involuntarily glancing at the documents in the old man's hand.

Everything was going according to plan, but the old man's expression toward An Ying was getting more and more disgusted. How did things get disrupted as soon as his nephew appeared?

Based on past experience, there must be something fishy about the stack of documents the nephew gave him, otherwise the old man's expression wouldn't have turned so bad all of a sudden.

"dad--"

An Weiping was about to test the waters, but before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud thud.

Bang!

Grandpa Fu slammed the teacup heavily onto the table.

An Weiping was taken aback, his shoulders trembled, and a hint of fear arose in his voice: "Dad?"

Before he could say anything more, Old Master Fu suddenly raised his hand and threw the entire stack of documents in front of him.

Dozens of pages were spread out like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, lying all over the ground.

Old Master Fu glared at him angrily: "Fourth son! Look what you've done!"

An Weiping was startled and quickly lay down on the ground to grab a few papers to examine them closely.

Instantly, his face turned deathly pale.

Xu Mei didn't understand why the wind had changed again. She also grabbed the documents from An Weiping's hand, glanced at them, and then stammered, unable to say anything.

These documents are evidence that An Weiping hired online trolls to slander An Ying a few days before Lu Qiyao and An Xiaoxiao's engagement.

It contains numerous PR articles from online trolls, using vulgar and offensive language, distorting the truth, and portraying An Ying as a slut. There are also many intimate photos that are too explicit, all photoshopped with An Ying's face on them.

All the evidence and clues point to An Weiping.

An Weiping's voice trembled: "Dad, this is a misunderstanding, that's not what I meant..."

Xu Mei shrank to the side, not saying a word, feeling uneasy.

These press releases were all An Xiaoxiao's idea at first, and then she encouraged An Weiping to carry them out.

Xu Mei gave Fu Chengli a reproachful look.

Their family had never provoked him.

Why would he dig these things up for no reason, making them unable to hold their heads up in front of the old man?

Old Master Fu roared, "What kind of father are you?!"

"The evidence is irrefutable, yet you actually tried to smear your own daughter, you are simply... simply..."

Old Master Fu felt a lump in his throat.

Butler Zhao filled the teacup with water and handed it to the old man.

The old man downed the entire cup of tea in one gulp, took a breath, and then said:

"As the saying goes, it is the father's fault if the son is not taught. You can't even handle such a small matter as your two daughters fighting over a man. I haven't held you responsible as the father. But you, on the contrary, want to cause trouble?"

"Are you trying to make an eighty-year-old man like me worry about young people's love affairs? Do you think I've lived too long?"

An Weiping stammered, "No, no..."

Grandpa Fu looked at him with a disappointed expression: "If I were you, I would have wiped all these negative messages off the internet overnight. How dare you come here and make things worse?"

"Fourth brother, all these years since you came back to Beicheng, have you just been causing me trouble?"

Lu Qiyao turned his head to stare at the documents in An Weiping's hand, somewhat surprised.

He knew nothing about these things.

I'd heard before that Anweiping's business was unreliable, and it seems the rumors were true.

Fortunately, An Xiaoxiao was not harmed.

As for An Ying...

This time they got lucky and managed to escape this mess, but next time... it's hard to say.

He gave her a chance; he said he could protect her, but she refused.

Therefore, any suffering and hardship she will endure from now on is entirely her own fault.

After they get married, we can simply let Xiaoxiao maintain contact with her family.

Grandpa Fu raised his cane and struck An Weiping hard.

An Weiping cried out in pain, clutching his arm, still trying to explain.

One blow didn't seem to satisfy him, so Old Master Fu struck him a few more times.

Seeing An Weiping's lips move, but Old Master Fu didn't want to listen at all, he cursed and "Get out."

Butler Zhao pushed open the door to the reception room and gestured for them to leave.

"Fourth Brother, please go back. The old man is tired today."

An Ying watched An Weiping and the others slink away, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

At the engagement party, she only guessed that they might do this in order to make An Xiaoxiao's marriage legitimate.

Unexpectedly, it was all true.

She had been deeply hurt by her own father, which caused her to build a high wall around her heart.

Unexpectedly, a sharp knife emerged from a crack in the city wall and stabbed her in the heart.

An Ying glanced at Fu Chengli with a complicated expression.

It turns out that he quietly did everything from erasing the negative news about the engagement party to investigating An Weiping for buying press releases.

He knew everything, yet he remained hidden in the shadows, assessing the situation and holding back his actions.

Although An Ying didn't know what Fu Chengli's purpose was in meddling in the An family's messy affairs...

This man is dangerous.

You must never be his enemy.

After An Weiping and the others left, the noisy reception room became much quieter.

Old Master Fu glared at Fu Chengli with a huff.

"You're quite the troublemaker, aren't you? As if the house isn't chaotic enough already?"

Fu Chengli grinned, took a cigarette from the pack with his long fingers, and put it in his mouth.

The old man took a sip of tea, somewhat displeased: "You're over thirty years old, and I've never seen you with a woman by your side. I don't know what you're busy with outside all day. You should hurry up and settle down, and give me a few great-grandchildren. That's the important thing."

"Why is there no one in this family who gives me peace of mind..."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips and his gaze drifting into the distance, Fu Chengli mumbled, "Yes, sir. I will remember your teachings, Grandpa."

The old man said earnestly:

"This time in Haicheng, the Zhang family got a chubby great-grandson, the Wang family got a cute great-granddaughter, and especially the Jiang family, his granddaughter-in-law gave birth to twins. I'm so envious. Tell me, when are you going to give me a great-grandson?"

Fu Chengli leaned back in his chair, crossed his long legs, and said slowly in a languid manner:

"I will definitely have children, even six babies in one pregnancy, is that okay?"

An Ying rolled her eyes slightly: Go ahead and make things up, do you think Grandpa will believe your nonsense?

Upon hearing this, Old Master Fu was stunned for a few seconds, then his expression gradually brightened with surprise, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out considerably. He then said, "...Really?"

An Ying: "......"