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An Ying walked briskly up the stairs.

She couldn't be bothered to argue with these people who fawn over the powerful and look down on the weak.

If you gathered all the nannies in the Fu residence who looked down on her and argued with them one by one, it would take days and nights to finish.

Watching An Ying's slender figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, Aunt Duan angrily threw the rag in her hand on the ground:

“I’ve worked for the Fu family for decades, and even Old Master Fu treats me with kindness and gentleness. How could a country girl from out of town have the guts to do that…”

The nanny standing next to Duan Sao comforted her:

"Forget it, don't take it to heart, Aunt Duan. She's not some real rich heiress. Let her embarrass herself if she wants; it's not your face that's being humiliated..."

Today is the old man's birthday, and many important figures from the elite circles have come, all dressed in their finest attire, vying to outshine each other.

She, on the other hand, dressed as if she had just gone out to buy groceries, so casually, she didn't know any manners at all.

I don't know what kind of clothes she was holding in her arms, they must have been second-hand items she picked up somewhere.

Aunt Duan clenched her fists: "Kindness wasted! Just like her father, they're both despicable! They'll only bring trouble to the Fu family!"

Another nanny smiled and tried to smooth things over, bending down to pick up the rag that had fallen to the ground. Just as she was about to put it back in Duan's hand, she caught a glimpse of something behind them...

Startled, she nudged Aunt Duan with her elbow.

Aunt Duan said impatiently, "Why did you stab me!"

A tall figure stood behind the door.

Fu Chengli stood lazily not far away, his hands in his pockets.

Aunt Duan immediately greeted him with a smile: "Young Master, you're back..."

Strange, the young master used to be very gentle with her, why is he looking so sullen today?

Fu Chengli stared at the two of them expressionlessly, but his eyes were unusually sharp, and he exuded an extremely strong sense of pressure.

"Who is someone who can't be brought to the table?"

Duan Sao assumed that Fu Chengli had come to seek justice for her, so she pointed in the direction An Ying had walked and launched into a tirade of complaints.

"I'm talking about her. These women surnamed An don't know any manners at all!"

"What young lady dresses like she's going grocery shopping for a banquet? She doesn't seem to care at all about the old man's birthday celebration..."

"I tried to talk to her, but she ignored me. I don't know who gave her the guts..."

Fu Chengli's eyes were cold and sharp as he interrupted in a deep voice, "I gave you the courage."

Duan's wife was taken aback.

What did she just hear?

Fu Chengli's expression was cold and stern, with a faint chill in the corners of his eyes, as if his whole being was wrapped in a layer of frost.

"She can wear whatever she wants."

Aunt Duan wanted to argue further: "Young Master, that's not what I meant..."

Fu Chengli continued, "The Fu family didn't hire a nanny so you could gossip behind her back. According to seniority, she should call Old Master Fu 'Grandpa.' If you don't like it, you can pack your bags and leave."

Fu Chengli's few words caused the two nannies' expressions to change drastically.

Pack your bags and leave...

Upon hearing that she might be fired, Duan Sao panicked.

The nanny next to her became even more nervous, immediately distancing herself from Duan's wife and timidly saying:

"Young Master, it was all Aunt Duan who started this. I'm new here and don't know anything..."

Aunt Duan turned her head and glared at her fiercely.

What a heartless wretch! Wasn't she cursing so enthusiastically just now?

Now that you've caused trouble, all you do is kick her out?!

There's no other job like the Fu family's in the entire northern city—one that pays well, requires little work, and is incredibly prestigious.

The new nanny didn't care about any of that; she thought that by currying favor with Sister Duan, she could gain some benefits.

As a result, he was almost implicated by her, which shows that Duan Sao's status in the Fu family is not very high.

Aunt Duan hurriedly explained, "Young Master, I didn't mean to criticize Miss An." "I've served the Fu family for so many years, you can't just abandon me like that! You have no reason to kick me out..."

Fu Chengli ignored it.

At this moment, Secretary Chen stepped forward and said, "President Fu, the chairman wants you to go to the study."

Fu Chengli nodded, not giving Duan Sao even a second glance, and walked right past her as if she were nothing.

Duan Sao watched Fu Chengli leave with bated breath, feeling a pang of heartache.

Now look what's happened. All those years of hard work for the Fu family have gone to waste. The young master really treats her like she doesn't exist.

Who exactly is that little girl surnamed An?!

Didn't I hear that after she was dumped by the young master of the Lu family, her luck kept getting worse and worse?

She's been frequently visiting the Fu family lately. Could it be that she's actually managed to get on the good side of both Old Master Fu and Young Master Fu at the same time?

At this moment, Sister Duan's eyes darted around, and she had another idea in mind.

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Third floor, Fu Haidong's study.

Fu Chengli raised his hand and knocked on the door. When there was no response, he pushed the door open and entered.

Fu Haidong sat in a leather office chair, holding up his phone to video chat, his face kind and gentle.

Secretary Chen greeted him politely, "Hello, Chairman Fu."

Fu Haidong then noticed Fu Chengli at the door and waved him over: "Come here."

As Fu Chengli walked in, Fu Haidong turned his phone around and said, "Look at your brother, has he gotten fatter again, haha."

The handsome boy on the phone screen is Fu Yushi, Fu Chengli's half-brother.

He is currently a senior at a university abroad and will return to China after graduating next year.

Fu Yushi was grinning broadly, exuding a clear sense of foolishness.

Upon seeing Fu Chengli, his expression immediately became more composed, and he said somewhat awkwardly and politely, "Hello, brother."

Fu Chengli glanced at his phone screen, then quickly looked away: "I've finished reading. What's up? Speak up."

Without looking up, he casually picked up the cigar box on the table, took out a cigar, and lazily sat down on the sofa opposite his father.

Long, slender fingers held a cigar and slowly lit it.

He casually rested his other hand on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and adopted a lazy posture.

He had a completely nonchalant and carefree demeanor.

Fu Haidong frowned, clicked his tongue, and hung up the video call.

"You haven't been reporting anything to me lately? Do you even respect me as your father? Do you even respect me as your chairman?!"

Fu Haidong suddenly questioned him sternly.

The large study fell silent.

A few minutes later, Fu Chengli finally spoke.

A few stray strands of hair fell casually across his forehead, obscuring his dark and unfathomable eyes, and a cynical smile played on his lips.

"What does Father want me to report? Who did you play cards with? Who did you play ball with? Who did you drink with?"

"Or when I voluntarily step down from the CEO position and hand it over to Fu Yu?"

Fu Haidong was startled, slammed his fist on the large mahogany table, and glared angrily, saying, "You!"