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

Seeing that An Ying maintained a polite demeanor while greeting him, Qin Jinchuan became even more certain.

This kid is really out of his mind.

An Ying had never been so polite to him before.

They either ignore him or roll their eyes at him with disdain.

Although he had done some things to An Ying that deserved a beating in the past, three years later, seeing a completely transformed An Ying standing in front of him again, Qin Jinchuan couldn't help but feel curious.

He stared at An Ying, sizing her up and down.

Even though her brain is damaged, her face is still pretty.

She's in better shape than before.

Her former long, straight black hair has been dyed into large, chestnut-colored waves.

Her every gesture exudes the charm of a mature woman...

Suddenly, Qin Jinchuan felt a sharp gaze sweeping over him.

Fu Chengli stared at him coldly, as if implying: Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out.

Qin Jinchuan chuckled.

"Chairman Fu, why are you glaring at me? I'm a married man. Although President Gu is a great beauty, I have no feelings for her. But you, a single man, if President Gu doesn't mind, why don't you consider it?"

An Ying was engrossed in picking up food when Qin Jinchuan suddenly started randomly matchmaking her with another woman.

Then she thought of how Fu Chengli had pinned her against the door and kissed her forcefully a few days ago.

Her face flushed red.

What are you considering? Are you considering letting him kiss you forcefully again?

Moreover, she has given birth.

Would someone as exceptional as Fu Chengli want a woman who was pregnant out of wedlock and gave birth to a child of unknown origin?

The love lives of these wealthy young men are all tumultuous and bloody.

Don't make things too ugly, or you'll lose all your business.

I need to find a way to refuse.

An Ying raised her glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. She then took a tissue, wiped her mouth, and said calmly:

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mr. Qin, but I already have someone I like and won't consider anyone else."

Upon hearing this, the once lively private room instantly fell into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone had a stunned expression on their face.

What is Gu Anying doing?

Is she directly stating that she's not interested in Fu Chengli?!

Qin Jinchuan, with an expression of anticipation, chuckled dryly twice: Ha, ha.

He glanced at Fu Chengli and spread his hands.

What can I do? She's not interested in you! Staring at me won't help.

Fu Chengli's face was ashen as he silently drank his wine without uttering a word.

Mr. Xu was almost in tears.

That kid Gu is so arrogant and ignorant. How could he embarrass Fu Chengli in front of so many people?

Should we continue our collaboration on future projects?

The meal ended in a rather unpleasant experience.

An Ying could sense that the atmosphere at the dinner party had taken a sharp turn for the worse after she said those words.

An Ying had no choice but to make an excuse and leave early.

Because she left early, Song Zhen hadn't come to pick her up yet.

An Ying left the restaurant and wandered aimlessly through the streets of Nancheng.

She just lied.

She is not used to lying.

Fu Chengli. An Ying's lips twitched slightly as she murmured his name.

Why does her reason tell her not to get involved with this kind of man, but emotionally, she keeps thinking about him again and again?

Especially that kiss a few days ago.

It was exactly the same way the man kissed her in her dream.

My face felt hot again.

An Ying was dazed, unsure whether it was from shyness or from drinking.

An Ying looked up, and a cool night breeze swept by.

The slight breeze dissipated some of the effects of the alcohol.

I shouldn't have drunk alcohol at the dinner party.

Suddenly, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.

An Ying stopped in her tracks, staring blankly at the black car.

The back window was rolled down.

Fu Chengli's face suddenly appeared.

This time, it was An Ying's turn to be surprised.

Did he install a surveillance camera on her?

She called his name a few times, and he suddenly appeared.

"boarding."

He gave a simple command.

An Ying stood there, staring blankly at him.

Fu Chengli said casually, "I don't mind carrying you up."

An Ying knew she couldn't escape this time.

It's my own fault for speaking carelessly and offending the big boss.

An Ying had no choice but to bite the bullet, open the car door, and bend down to get in.

It was quiet inside the car.

The driver was Secretary Chen, whom I had met at the banquet.

Secretary Chen very astutely raised the small partition.

The back seat became a private space for the two of them to be alone.

An Ying huddled awkwardly in her seat and whispered, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have spoken like that and embarrassed Chairman Fu."

Fu Chengli rested one hand on the car window and raised his hand to rub his temples.

He looked tired.

"besides?"

An Ying was taken aback: "There's more?"

Aside from that, she just kept drinking and eating, and didn't do anything else.

Fu Chengli frowned, turned his face, and stared intently at her.

"Do you have a man you like? Who is he?"

An Ying suddenly realized that this was what he was asking.

"I... I was just talking nonsense. President Qin has put it this way, and I didn't know how to refuse, so I just made up an excuse."

After a few seconds of silence.

Fu Chengli let out a long sigh of relief.

After a long pause, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Yingying, do you really not remember me?"

An Ying was taken aback.

An almost insane thought flashed through my mind.

Could it be...

Could Fu Chengli be the man who held her in her dream...?

An Ying's heart leaped into her throat.

She stared blankly at the man whose eyes were red.

As if by some strange force, she raised her hand and subconsciously touched the man's cheek.

Fu Chengli looked at her flushed cheeks and increasingly dazed eyes.

"Yingying, you've had too much to drink."

An Ying shook her head and murmured softly, "No, I didn't. I think I saw you in my dream, you were holding me..."

Fu Chengli's heart skipped a beat.

He held her hand in his palm and gently kissed the back of her hand.

"Yingying, you remembered me?"

An Ying didn't know how to describe her spring dreams of embracing men.

"An Ying".

He called her name softly, his deep voice filled with suppressed pain.

"Whether you think of me now or not, I don't care. This time I won't let you go. It's okay if you don't remember me. We have a lifetime together. For the rest of my life, I will slowly accompany you to think about me."

Fu Chengli's words seemed to strike An Ying's most vulnerable spot.

Tears streamed down her face.

Fu Chengli lowered his head and kissed away her tears.

His thin lips slowly moved from her cheek to her lips.

This time, she didn't dodge.

Instead, she tilted her head back and slowly met his kiss.

When she came to her senses again, An Ying suddenly realized that Fu Chengli had carried her into the hotel room in a princess carry.

An Ying blushed deeply and buried her face in his neck.

Upon entering the presidential suite, Fu Chengli went straight into the bedroom and pinned An Ying down.

She was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she was powerless to resist.