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

Fu Chengli's tone was unbridled provocation, and his eyes flashed with a cold light that was hard to fathom.

Lu Qiyao's heart sank, his lips went dry, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

You are jealous.

Those four simple words, like a sharp knife, instantly pierced Lu Qiyao's heart.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Lu Qiyao could not deny it.

He was indeed jealous.

He remembered this restaurant; An Ying had told him she wanted to eat there, but they didn't end up eating there. Later, he was too busy and forgot about it.

Now, she has left him gracefully, blocked his number, and completely disappeared from his life.

When she reappeared, she was on a date with another man at the restaurant.

That man turned out to be Fu Chengli, whom he disliked the most.

He was more than just jealous.

He was insanely jealous.

Lu Qiyao stood by the table, his anger even greater than when he was standing taller, looking down at the two people eating.

But why is it that Fu Chengli, sitting in the chair, is the one with more presence and a greater sense of oppression?

At this moment, Lu Qiyao wished he could punch Fu Chengli on the head.

Is Fu Chengli a beast? They usually address each other as cousins, how could he have the nerve to lay a hand on An Ying?!

But he can't.

If they were to become enemies with Fu Chengli, the Lu family would be finished. Lu Qiyao's father passed away early, and he and his mother endured so many years of hardship before finally establishing themselves in the Lu family. He is now the president of the company, and his career is thriving.

The Lu family's business cannot end in his hands.

Lu Qiyao's clenched fist finally stopped in place.

He gritted his teeth and said to An Ying, "You didn't do this just to provoke me, did you?"

An Ying muttered "crazy" under her breath, then looked at Fu Chengli and said, "Cousin, I'm tired. I want to go home."

Fu Chengli calmly stood up, waved to An Ying, and said softly, "Okay, let's go home."

An Ying also got up, but Lu Qiyao, oblivious to her tact, blocked her way.

He seemed unwilling to give up, grabbing An Ying's wrist: "Whose house are you going back to? What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

An Ying thought to herself: What's wrong with Lu Qiyao today?

What's the big deal about me going back to my own home after dinner? Why are you making such a fuss?

She glanced down at Lu Qiyao's hand and said coldly, "I have no obligation to report anything about myself to you."

After saying that, she forcefully shook off his hand.

In the instant she broke free, she accidentally bumped into a passing waiter, her body swayed, her center of gravity lost, and she almost fell to the ground.

Lu Qiyao then remembered to reach out and support her.

Just as An Ying was about to fall, Fu Chengli's hand steadily supported her waist, pulling her firmly into his arms.

After An Ying regained her balance, she gave Fu Chengli a sweet smile and said thank you.

Upon seeing this scene, Lu Qiyao's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, almost froze.

Watching the two figures leave, Lu Qiyao was now in a state of unspeakable suffering.

Their intimate tone was like that of a newlywed couple.

An Ying won't believe anything he says now.

An Ying had no idea how terrifying Fu Chengli was.

She was too naive; she was deceived by the man's appearance.

A few minutes later, the restaurant manager came out of the kitchen with dessert and walked quickly to the table where Young Master Fu had been sitting.

He held the dessert, looking completely bewildered.

What about people?

Why are they all gone?

-

A cool breeze was blowing through the northern part of the city at night.

An Ying rolled down the passenger window and suddenly remembered something: "Although the restaurant manager said the meal was on the house... is it really okay for us to leave without paying?"

Fu Chengli smiled and said, "It's alright, their boss will come looking for me to collect the debt."

He turned to look at An Ying: "As for you, do you have any ideas about the old man's birthday banquet?"

An Ying had a brief chat.

An Ying has never held a birthday banquet for anyone. Her maternal grandparents passed away when she was young, and her mother also passed away later. She has no grandparents in the true sense.

However, she had a lot of experience organizing meetings and banquets at Lu Qiyao's company.

Grandpa Fu also said that things should be kept simple.

Her abilities are basically sufficient.

But Fu Chengli didn't seem to care much about these things. He slowly parked the car at the entrance of An Ying's residential area, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "What kind of dress are you wearing?"

An Ying frankly admitted that she hadn't thought it through.

Fu Chengli stared out the window, pondered for a while, then took out his phone, found a picture, and sent it to An Ying.

"How about this one? Do you like it?"

An Ying glanced at the dress; it was indeed beautiful, and once she wore it, she would undoubtedly become the center of attention.

Then she continued reading and was immediately shocked by the prices.

She stared at the amount in the photo and counted how many zeros were at the end.

"Cousin, this... isn't quite appropriate..."

Fu Chengli: "Why?"

An Ying: "It's too expensive."

Fu Chengli asked doubtfully, "Is it expensive?"

A haute couture gown costing 20 yuan—isn't that expensive?!

An Ying closed her eyes and sighed: I really want to fight you rich people.

Fu Chengli said decisively, "You don't need to spend any money, I'll give you this dress."