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An Ying was dragged into Fu Chengli's Rolls-Royce, leaving Secretary Chen alone at the entrance of Fu's residence, sighing at the sky.

An Ying had heard that Fu Chengli was a very reckless driver, but she didn't expect him to be this reckless. Her heart pounded with nervousness, and she felt like she was about to be thrown off.

I heard that Fu Chengli was in a serious car accident when he was 18 years old, which almost cost him his life.

How come this guy doesn't have the slightest bit of psychological trauma?!

The car drove towards the city center, and the street scene outside the window became increasingly bustling and vibrant.

Fu Chengli asked, "What would you like to eat?"

An Ying looked puzzled: Didn't you say you were hungry and wanted to eat something? Why are you asking me what I want to eat...?

She casually mentioned the name of a restaurant, but the moment she said it, she regretted it.

This upscale Western restaurant, located in the city center of the northern part of the city, was once rated as a Michelin three-star restaurant. The food is excellent and the restaurant environment is very elegant. It is very difficult to get a table.

When An Ying was dating Lu Qiyao, she wanted to try this restaurant for their anniversary. She called to make a reservation, but the waiter told her that she would have to wait a month before she could get a table.

She could only give up in disappointment.

It was only much later that she learned that Lu Qiyao was acquainted with the restaurant owner and that he could have easily "pulled a fast one" and avoided queuing for so long.

An Ying felt somewhat unhappy.

But Lu Qiyao didn't seem to care: "It's just a meal, why bother?"

An Ying felt: Eating is a small matter, but you know I want to eat at this restaurant, yet you are indifferent. If you don't care about my thoughts on small things, how can I trust you on important matters?

Lu Qiyao shook his head speechlessly, feeling that An Ying was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Later, the two became busy with their careers and dated less and less, eventually forgetting about the restaurant.

Remembering her experience of having to queue for a month, An Ying said, "Forget it, let's try another one."

Fu Chengli looked at her with a puzzled expression: "Why?"

An Ying said, "There are no seats available now; you'll have to wait at least a month to get a spot."

Fu Chengli frowned, expressing disbelief: "How is that possible?"

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over An Ying's face, his long, slender fingers gripping the steering wheel slightly bent.

He picked up his phone and made a call.

After hanging up the phone, he said casually, "There are seats available."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, he drove straight into the private parking lot behind the restaurant and led An Ying inside.

The restaurant's decor is understated yet luxurious, clearly indicating its high price.

An Ying clutched her wallet tightly; she already felt the pain of losing money even before she had spent any.

That's true; there's no such thing as getting on someone's good side without spending money.

The restaurant manager, beaming, personally came out to greet him: "President Fu, it's an honor to have you here. We've specially instructed the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes..."

As soon as they sat down, Fu Chengli handed the menu to An Ying: "Order whatever you like, it's on me."

An Ying: "..."

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Cousin, it was agreed that I would treat..."

Fu Chengli glanced at her and said calmly, "Next time."

An Ying was taken aback: There will be a next time?

The waiters served the dishes in an orderly manner, and they were exactly as An Ying had expected. The dishes not only looked exquisite and beautiful, but also tasted excellent.

An Ying wasn't very hungry at first, but as she ate, her appetite was whetted.

Fu Chengli didn't seem hungry at all. He took a few bites, then threw his knife and fork aside and watched An Ying eat.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Is your back injury healed?"

An Ying's small hand holding the fork paused, and her other hand subconsciously reached for her lower back.

She herself had almost forgotten about it, but he still remembered...

The rumors circulating online that he's a lunatic are indeed unbelievable.

Young Master Fu clearly has this kind side.

An Ying stared at Fu Chengli sitting opposite her, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with admiration. She said in a sweet voice, "Thank you so much, cousin, for finding the ointment for me. You helped me find a hospital and buy the ointment. My injury healed so quickly, thanks to you! But I heard from Secretary Chen that you've been on a business trip in Yuncheng. Why did you suddenly come back today?"

This flattery seemed to please Fu Chengli.

He suppressed a laugh, leaned back in his chair, elegantly wiped his hands, and lazily replied, "An undercover agent reported to me."