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

Fu Chengli noticed that there was no response from outside the door for a long time.

Has she left?

He walked out of the bathroom on his own, casually picked up a towel from a drawer in the dressing room, dried himself off, and changed into some loungewear.

Fu Chengli casually dried his hair with a towel, looked around the bedroom, and indeed no one was there.

He slowly walked down the stairs.

In the living room, the glaringly bright overhead light had already been turned off.

Only the floor lamp on one side of the sofa was still on, illuminating a corner of the living room and making the whole house seem quiet and dim.

An Ying lay on the sofa, fast asleep, her breathing even, her thin shoulders swaying gently with the rhythm of her breath.

Fu Chengli lifted his feet and walked softly to An Ying.

He raised his hand and brushed away the stray hairs that were falling over her eyes from her forehead.

Long, slender fingers touched her cheek.

It felt like being electrocuted.

Suddenly, An Ying turned over, her face showing some pain, and her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears.

Fu Chengli was taken aback.

Was I having a nightmare?

A glistening tear rolled down her cheek.

She murmured softly, "Mom, I miss you so much..."

Fu Chengli stared at her with his deep black eyes for a long time before raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Then, he bent down, hooked one arm around her waist and the other around her knee, and carried her straight back to the bedroom.

I gently laid An Ying on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Fu Chengli turned and walked out of the bedroom, returning alone to the dimly lit living room.

He leaned lazily against the sofa, picked up his phone, typed a message, and sent it out.

"How's the investigation going with An Ying's mother?"

The other party responded almost instantly.

"We found that her mother had been to Yuncheng 25 years ago. After returning from Yuncheng, An Ying's population information appeared in the welfare home in Nancheng."

"The others are still under investigation."

Fu Chengli stared at his phone screen, thinking for a long time.

Cloud City.

The place my grandfather sent him on a business trip before.

It was also the place where his grandmother died.

Fu Chengli slowly lit the cigarette in his hand, took a deep drag, and turned his head to look out the window at the sleeping night view of the northern city.

For some reason, a sense of unease began to rise in my heart.

25 years ago...

Could it be related to that incident?

the next day.

An Ying opened her eyes and woke up to find that she was not on the sofa.

She was too tired last night.

So many things have happened, from the restaurant to being arrested.

Taking care of Fu Chengli, in particular, was more tiring than the previous two tasks combined.

She stretched and got out of bed.

On the other side of the bedroom, in the full-length dressing mirror of the walk-in closet, a man's handsome profile appeared.

Fu Chengli was wearing a light gray shirt today, the cut of which fit his body perfectly. He was holding a dark striped tie, which he skillfully tied around his neck.

Fu Chengli probably noticed the gaze in the mirror.

He suddenly looked up and looked back.

Eyes facing each other.

An Ying looked like she hadn't woken up yet, and rubbed her eyes.

Why did I end up in your bed again?

Fu Chengli lazily replied, "You sleepwalked here."

An Ying: "..."

Then she remembered something: "Where do you sleep? We won't...."

What can't you do?

Fu Chengli's dark eyes swept over An Ying's fair face almost imperceptibly, and he raised an eyebrow: "Anything is possible."

An Ying: "..."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes inwardly.

She looked down and saw that the clothes were intact, without any signs of being torn or damaged.

After these few times, An Ying became certain of one thing.

Fu Chengli is a man with the desire to steal but not the courage to do so.

What's there to brag about with just a size M?

She threw off the covers and immediately got out of bed to wash up.

An Ying splashed cold water on her face and couldn't help but frown.

This seems to indicate that she's going to the company with Fu Chengli.

Yesterday was my first day at work, and today I already got a ride in the CEO's car.

In the past, An Ying would have been more considerate of others' opinions, not wanting to put herself in the spotlight or cause any trouble for Fu Chengli.

Yesterday, An Ying roughly figured out the company's organizational structure and workplace factions.

She also faced difficulties from Lai Yuqiang and Xie Li.

If the name "Fu Chengli" is effective, why doesn't she use it?

Why make things difficult for yourself by wasting time every day scheming against a bunch of petty people?

An Ying covered her face with a towel, gently wiped it, and then gave Fu Chengli a sweet smile.

"Mr. Fu, let's go, we should head out."

Fu Chengli was taken aback by the sudden smile.

He paused abruptly as he was adjusting his cuffs, his face still calm, his eyes casually drifting elsewhere.

I casually hummed in agreement.

As he turned around, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

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The black Rolls-Royce slowly came to a stop.

The moment An Ying gracefully stepped out of the car, everyone's eyes turned to her, filled with surprise and astonishment. They whispered among themselves.

An Ying raised her hand to smooth her wind-blown hair, tilted her head back, and walked in as if no one else was there.

Lai Yuqiang saw this scene as soon as she parked her car.

She was even more astonished than the onlookers.

Yesterday, she clearly implied to Fu Chengli that An Ying was a fickle, two-timing, scheming woman.

Fu Chengli must really hate that she guessed right now.

Why…….

Why was she able to come to work in Fu Chengli's car?!

Their relationship seems to have gotten even better?

Why on earth!

Lai Yuqiang slammed her fist on the steering wheel in frustration.

As a result, the hammer hit the car horn.

drop--

The sound of car horns echoed at the entrance of the Fu Group building.

The surrounding colleagues all recognized Director Lai's car from that time and looked over curiously.

Lai Yuqiang muttered impatiently, "What are you looking at? I pressed the wrong button, okay?"

It just so happens to be such a coincidence.

Lai Yuqiang and An Ying even got on the same elevator.

A colleague noticed the lunchbox in Lai Yuqiang's hand and joked, "Director Lai is so virtuous! She cooks for you every day. Whoever marries you will be so lucky."

Lai Yuqiang smiled and said, "It's not that I wanted to do it. Yesterday, the president ate all the food I made. Maybe it's because my cooking suits President Fu's taste too well."

Everyone around looked surprised.

Everyone knows that the president and Director Lai are alumni of Beicheng University, one after the other, but no one expected that the two of them have such a good relationship.

Lai Yuqiang glanced at An Ying sideways and said sarcastically, "Manager An must be someone who never lifts a finger at home."

An Ying was stunned.

How can this be compared to this?

In fact, An Ying is a very good cook.

When she was with Lu Qiyao, he was a pampered young master with a bad stomach. He couldn't eat takeout and complained that the nanny's cooking was terrible. At one point, Lu's mother changed more than twenty nannies for him, but none of them cooked to his liking.

Later, Lu's mother forced An Ying to learn to cook, saying that a daughter-in-law who couldn't cook wouldn't be able to marry into the Lu family.

An Ying then began to cook the dishes herself, following the recipes.

Over time, Lu Qiyao's physical fitness didn't improve much, but An Ying's cooking skills improved significantly.

However, An Ying always felt that a woman should have some skills besides being a good wife and mother.

So An Ying started to focus on her career.

After the two broke up, An Ying finally escaped the fate of becoming Lu Qiyao's cook.

Unexpectedly, on the road to building his career, he encountered Lai Yuqiang, who openly showed off her culinary skills.

An Ying crossed her arms and leaned against the elevator wall.

She tilted her head and said expressionlessly:

"Director Lai, did you join Fu's company to be a chef?"

Lai Yuqiang was stunned, her smug expression frozen on her face.