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

A fresh, woody scent wafts over you, belonging to a man.

Fu Chengli wore a well-tailored black suit, the slim fit perfectly outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, exuding an innate noble air.

The perfume he wore seemed like some kind of drug.

An Ying was a little confused. She looked up and exchanged a glance with Fu Chengli.

Fu Haidong passed by the two of them, with Gao Lu following behind him in a light blue dress.

An Ying immediately snapped out of her daze, took a few steps back, stood properly, and respectfully said, "Hello, Second Uncle and Second Aunt."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Hello, cousin."

Eyes facing each other.

Fu Chengli tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips, his voice full of affection.

"Hello, little cousin."

After Fu Chengli finished speaking, he waved goodbye to her and turned to walk towards the banquet hall.

As soon as his long legs stepped into the banquet hall, he attracted everyone's attention. Several business owners surrounded him and greeted him respectfully.

Beneath his high, straight nose, a confident smile played on his thin lips. He casually picked up a glass of champagne and began chatting easily with the others.

She moves with ease through the social and fame-driven world.

I'm used to his carefree and irreverent attitude, so it's rare to see him so mature and composed.

An Ying withdrew her gaze from Fu Chengli and turned to go upstairs.

Her figure disappeared down the corridor.

Fu Chengli took a sip of champagne, the image of her throwing herself into his arms flashing through his mind.

He looked down at his palm.

Just the right size to hold in one hand...

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An Ying went upstairs, only to find that the door to the walk-in closet had been pried open.

She looked up at the security camera at the end of the corridor and noticed that someone had covered her with a black plastic bag.

It's unlikely we'll be able to get a picture of who pried open the door.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, the area where the dresses had been hanging just moments before was now empty.

An Ying had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She searched the dressing room for a while, but couldn't find the haute couture dress anywhere.

It was taken?

wrong.

An Ying opened the drawers and cabinets and searched through them. In the bottom drawer, under a few magazines, there was a pair of scissors.

She leaned closer to examine it closely; a small diamond was hanging from the end of the scissors, which also held a sliver of light pink fabric.

An Yingxin understood.

Even a fool could guess who did it.

An Ying knew she was a bit stupid, but she didn't expect her to be this stupid.

Leave the murder weapon at the crime scene.

An Ying sighed.

Such a beautiful dress.

Pity.

Suddenly, the door to the walk-in closet was pushed open.

Fu Shiling leaned lazily against the doorway, yawning.

"I drank too much last night, my head hurts so much, and my face is still swollen. It's so annoying."

Fu Shiling is the daughter of Fu Mingyi, the third son of Mr. Fu.

She is also the only granddaughter of the Fu family. She was pampered by Old Master Fu from a young age, which fostered her spoiled and domineering personality.

Fu Shiling was wearing a white bathrobe, with a hair drying cap on her head and a face mask on, looking like she had just woken up.

She yawned again and asked, "Where's my dress?"

An Ying looked grief-stricken and regretful.

She said sadly, "Perhaps... it has already disappeared."

Fu Shiling jolted awake, completely disoriented.

She abruptly ripped off the anti-swelling face mask: "Huh? What did you say?!"

"What do you mean 'disappeared'? Can a dress grow legs and run away? How could it just vanish into thin air?!"

"I carefully selected it and specifically asked my second aunt for it. She designed it herself, saying it was a piece she kept for her future daughter-in-law..."

Oh no, it's my former second aunt.

However, Fu Chengli is a lifelong bachelor, who knows when he will find a wife.

Are we just going to let this dress never see the light of day again?

Fu Shiling said anxiously, "I begged my second aunt for so long before she agreed to give it to me! I spent almost half a month's allowance to buy it! How can it just disappear like that!"

"An Ying, what kind of work are you doing! I just asked you to fetch a dress, how can you not even handle such a small thing!"

Fu Shiling pouted, looking aggrieved.

knock knock knock.

knocking.

Aunt Duan peeked in from the doorway, glancing at Fu Shiling and then at An Ying, before cautiously saying:

"When there was no one on the second floor just now, I saw An Xiaoxiao acting suspiciously at the door, fiddling with something."

Fu Shiling said resentfully, "Why is she joining in the fun again!"

An Ying smiled, walked to the wardrobe, stood on tiptoe, and took out a palm-sized portable camera from a hidden corner on the top shelf of the wardrobe.

"We'll find out what she's doing just by looking."

An Ying pulled up the video she had just recorded and clicked to play it back.

The camera in the video captured a panoramic view of the walk-in closet.

The video shows that shortly after An Ying left the dressing room, An Xiaoxiao picked the lock and went straight to the high-end diamond dress. She took out scissors from the drawer and started cutting wildly, cursing as she destroyed the dress. Then she crumpled the dress into a ball, stuffed it into a plastic bag for trash, and threw it out of the dressing room window.

An Ying opened the drawer and pointed to the scissors inside: "Look, the murder weapon is still here."

The witnesses and physical evidence are all there.

Fu Shiling was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"Ah-ah-"

She covered her head, stomped her feet, and screamed.

I've been looking forward to this dress for so long, spent a lot of money, and finally managed to have it flown back by air, and now it's all ruined by a jerk!

She was treated like a precious gem from a young age, getting whatever she wanted.

No one ever dared to bully her or act arrogantly.

Did An Xiaoxiao eat the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard today?!

How dare you ruin her clothes!

Fu Shiling gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and suddenly turned and rushed out of the dressing room.

Her angry footsteps echoed down the corridor.

An Ying was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing..."

Fu Shiling didn't hear anything and ran away in a flash, and An Ying couldn't stop her even if she wanted to.

Aunt Duan volunteered, "I'll help look for it and see if the dress can still be found!"

An Ying frowned slightly.

What's happening?

When she entered the Fu family's gate today, Duan Sao still acted arrogantly towards her, standing with her hands on her hips and loudly scolding, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

But now he acts all respectful and easy to talk to?

An Ying smiled speechlessly: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Duan Sao immediately understood An Ying's words and said with a smile, "Not at all, Miss An is smart, beautiful, and approachable. Why would I be afraid?"

Actually, Duan's wife was terrified.

He was terrified of offending An Ying and ruining his chances of staying in the Fu family.

Young Master Fu's expression this morning was no joke.

An Ying shook her head and smiled, "Go find it."

Duan's wife exclaimed happily and immediately went to find a dress.

Sure enough, those who have been able to stay in the Fu family for more than ten years are not just sitting around doing nothing; their insight is exceptional.

An Ying was left alone in the walk-in closet.

An Ying took another dress out of her bag.

This is a handmade, custom-made apricot-colored cheongsam with exquisite embroidery, and the neckline is embroidered with pearls to match the pattern.

While not nearly as dazzling as that haute couture diamond gown, it was dignified and elegant, perfectly adequate for the occasion.

The cheongsam features a unique pleated design at the waist, which perfectly accentuates her slender waist.

An Ying calmly touched up her makeup and pursed her red lips.

Her long hair was casually tied back, giving her a relaxed yet elegant look.

Her fingers, which were holding the lipstick, paused for a moment, as Fu Shiling's words echoed in her mind.

That dress was designed by Fu Chengli's mother for her future daughter-in-law...

This……

An Ying frowned slightly.

Snapped--

A sharp slapping sound came from downstairs.

An Ying snapped out of her thoughts, quickly walked out of the dressing room, and heard Fu Shiling's angry voice echoing in the house.

"You bitch! I'm going to hit you!"

An Ying leaned against the stair railing and looked down in the direction of the noise.

On one side is the furious Fu Shiling, and on the other side is the pitiful An Xiaoxiao, whimpering and acting pitiful.

An Ying raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Do not live by sin.

Ah, here comes another good show...