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

An Ying felt as if she could hear her own heart pounding wildly, but she dared not face it.

She didn't dare to think about it.

She thought back and realized that when she got up to change her clothes, she looked in the mirror and there were no marks on her body.

Moreover, she came back from the alumni banquet yesterday looking so disheveled, running a fever, and completely delirious from illness.

Fu Chengli shouldn't be that beastly.

An Ying murmured, "Um, cousin..."

Fu Chengli took a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth, saying lazily, "Don't call me that anymore, we need to change how we address you."

An Ying was taken aback.

What he said makes sense. If we run into each other at the company in the future, we can't just keep calling each other "cousin" like that.

What would other employees think if they saw this?

An Ying sat upright in her dining chair and obediently greeted, "President Fu."

Fu Chengli's hand holding the lighter paused in mid-air, his expression somewhat surprised.

Calling it that way makes it sound even more distant.

Never mind, let her change it slowly later.

An Ying asked, "Regarding An Xiaoxiao... there's something I'd like to confirm with you."

Fu Chengli: "Speak."

An Ying stared at his face: "An Xiaoxiao said she has a dowry of five million. I want to know if the Fu family is paying for it? As far as I know, An Weiping doesn't earn that kind of money."

Fu Chengli lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment: "As far as I know, there is no such thing. Grandpa has never liked Fourth Uncle, as you know."

An Ying nodded, thoughtfully tugging at the tissue in her hand.

There was another thing that she was also concerned about.

Yesterday, An Xiaoxiao almost exposed An Ying's most embarrassing secret to everyone.

Fu Chengli, as if he knew everything, promptly interrupted An Xiaoxiao, telling her to shut up.

An Ying looked up and stole a glance at him.

Did he know about that matter too...?

Would he, like Lu Qiyao, despise her for being dirty...?

An Ying lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "What An Xiaoxiao said yesterday was about something that happened in Nancheng before. I didn't mean to..."

Fu Chengli interrupted directly, saying, "An Ying, you don't need to explain to me. You did nothing wrong, so don't blame yourself."

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, rested his arm on the armrest of the chair, and leaned back slightly, adopting a languid posture.

"Besides, I don't care." Fu Chengli flicked his cigarette ash, his voice unusually detached and indifferent. "I've seen many more disgusting things."

An Ying was stunned.

You did nothing wrong, don't blame yourself.

She never expected that such tolerant words would come from Fu Chengli's mouth.

I felt a touch of emotion deep inside.

She nodded and didn't continue the topic.

Many things, once they've happened, can't be changed. Dwelling excessively on the past and living in its shadow will only drive you crazy.

The perverted teacher who attempted to assault her had his right eye gouged out and had long since disappeared. Perhaps he was still barely alive, or perhaps he was already dead.

But An Ying is different; she has a bright future ahead of her, and she must make herself stronger.

I recall the crazy stories about Fu Chengli abroad that circulated online before.

An Ying said half-jokingly, "Before, when I saw gossip about you abroad online, I always thought you were capable of doing something like gouging out eyes..."

Fu Chengli paused in flicking his cigarette ash. His eyes vacated for a moment, and he pursed his thin lips as if recalling something. He said softly, "No, if it were me, I would kill him directly instead of doing something as delicate as gouging out his eyes."

An Ying was stunned. Why did his tone suddenly become so serious?

She was joking, but Fu Chengli didn't seem to be joking at all!

Fu Chengli looked at An Ying again, raised the corners of his mouth, and resumed his usual carefree demeanor, tilting his head and smiling, "I was just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Who would dare take it seriously?!

Fu Chengli: "We've prepared new clothes for you in the walk-in closet on the second floor. Go and take a look."

An Ying slipped back upstairs to change her clothes and also looked for her phone.

She casually pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, and a small box fell out.

This is?

She also found a bag of medicine in the drawer.

This must be the medicine she took last night; there's also a receipt in the bag.

The receipt shows that the small pink box was purchased together with these medicines.

An Ying: "..."