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

Late at night, Old Master Fu sat alone in his bedroom and took out a pocket watch from under his pillow.

Inside the pocket watch is a photograph of a beautiful woman.

The old man's aged fingers gently stroked the photograph, murmuring, "Yufen..."

Today, An Weiping and his wife caused a scene, ruining the cake that An Ying had carefully prepared for him.

I've been a little nicer to this bastard son lately, and he's taken advantage of my kindness again.

Not long ago, she even dragged her pregnant daughter to act out a scene of jumping off a building. She's never letting anyone have a moment's peace.

If Yu Fen were still alive, knowing what a scoundrel An Weiping is now, would she regret persuading the old man to adopt him?

One of Yu Fen's last wishes was that the old man would treat his adopted son well, since his biological parents had died because of the Fu family.

Grandpa Fu sighed.

His Yu Fen was so kind.

The world is unfair; why is it always the kind people who suffer?

Grandpa Fu touched his pocket watch and suddenly remembered something.

In February of that year, Yu Fen was buried in Beicheng. An Weiping wept every day, but Old Master Fu was determined not to see this unfilial son again.

To avoid making a big fuss, he secretly expelled An Weiping from the North City the following month.

An Weiping must have met An Ying's mother after he went to Nancheng. However, I heard that An Ying's birthday was last month, around the time An Xiaoxiao held her engagement banquet.

No, the timing of the pregnancy and childbirth is incorrect.

Grandpa Fu frowned deeply: Is this girl An Weiping's biological daughter...?

How could that wicked adopted son have such a wonderful daughter? It feels like An Xiaoxiao is the one who inherited the wicked son's genes.

This little girl rarely appeared in the Fu family before, had little presence, and no one cared about her background.

Now that I think about it carefully, the loopholes are huge.

Grandpa Fu picked up his phone and made a call.

As soon as the call connected, the old man asked impatiently, "Old Zhao, I remember, the fourth son had his two daughters after he went to the south of the city, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Butler Zhao, who had just lain down to rest, was very puzzled: Why bring this up all of a sudden?

"Yes, is there something wrong with the old man?"

Old Master Fu said slowly, "Go and investigate where he went and what he did after I kicked the fourth son out of the Fu family and out of Beicheng that year, who he met, and what his deceased ex-wife's background was."

Butler Zhao replied in a deep voice, "Yes, sir."

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Perhaps because she was too tired from organizing the old man's birthday banquet a while ago, An Ying slept until noon the next day.

She was woken up by a payment notification.

An Ying thought she was dreaming, dreaming that she had really become a rich woman, but when she vaguely saw the notification message on her phone screen, she was startled awake and sat up straight in bed.

"Your bank card has received 1,000,000.00 yuan."

Last night, she didn't accept the old man's box of banknotes.

An Ying immediately made a call to Fu Chengli.

"Cousin, you paid a million? Are you serious?"

Fu Chengli's voice was languid, but you could tell from his tone that he was in a very good mood today.

He paused, then chuckled, "Is that enough? I'll give you another hundred?"

An Ying: "..."

Fu Chengli seemed to be in a good mood: "Grandpa felt a little frustrated last night. It was the first time in his life that he failed to give away money."

“In the past, everyone else would have grabbed their suitcases and run away immediately, but you, on the other hand, are so noble and virtuous, treating money like dirt. You should reflect on this and not do it again.”

He spoke in a lecturing tone, but his voice was full of tenderness and doting affection.

He's practically begging others to fleece him.

An Ying: "......."

It's possible that the money of the rich really comes from thin air.

Just as An Ying was about to hang up, Fu Chengli suddenly spoke up: "Today is the centennial celebration of Beicheng University, why aren't you here?"

An Ying glanced down at the calendar.

Today is the 100th anniversary of her alma mater, Beicheng University.

Before going to bed yesterday, Ye Rao asked her if she wanted to go back for the school anniversary celebration tomorrow.

An Ying secretly wanted to go back to her alma mater for a visit.

The two top universities in Beicheng, which are also the two most famous schools in the country, are Beicheng University and Tsinghua University. Graduates from these two schools are all top-notch elite talents.

When others return to their alma mater, it feels like they've achieved great success and are returning home in glory.

Although she will soon be able to work at Fu's, An Ying's current sluggish state makes returning to her alma mater seem more like dragging down the outstanding graduates.

An Ying hesitated, "I originally wanted to go back and visit, but I've been busy with work since graduation and haven't been back to school since..."

Although she said that, what she really thought was: I don't want to see Lu Qiyao.

That school held all her first loves.

Lu Qiyao is now the president of the Lu Group, a rising star in the business world, so he is definitely on the list of invitees for large-scale events like the centennial celebration of the school.

Then the two of them will run into each other again.

Every blade of grass and every tree on campus was once a source of her sweetest memories. Now, the two, who have gone their separate ways, have returned to the campus where they once fell in love.

An Yingguang felt a headache just thinking about this scene.

On the other end of the phone, Fu Chengli raised his hand and loosened his tie. The silver pins on the tie gleamed in the sunlight, and his expensive, tailored dark suit made him look noble and sophisticated.

Fu Chengli seemed to easily guess the reason for An Ying's hesitation, and a sharp smile appeared on his lips.

He casually draped his arm over the sofa armrest, the cigarette between his fingers slowly burning out, a confident expression on his face, as he spoke into the phone:

"Little cousin, do you want to see Lu Qiyao get his comeuppance?"