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

An Ying smiled and replied, "I'm sure."

Then he turned and left the office.

I wonder what Lai Yuqiang is up to.

An Ying decided to remain on the sidelines for now.

night.

An Ying and Ye Rao were eating hot pot together.

Ye Rao picked up a slice of meat and put it into the hot pot to cook.

"Xiaoying, when I was shopping with a wealthy client the other day, guess who I saw?"

An Ying stuffed a piece of green vegetable into her mouth: "Who?"

Ye Rao chewed the meat in her mouth and mumbled, "An Xiaoxiao and Xu Mei."

An Ying gave a casual "oh".

Ye Rao: "They're looking for secondhand channels to sell bags and jewelry for cash."

An Ying lowered her head and ate the food in her bowl.

Ye Rao: "I also asked the saleswoman, and it turns out they moved out of the mansion a long time ago. The Fu family sent people to kick them out. Tsk tsk tsk."

"What goes around comes around! Serves you right!"

Ye Rao said indignantly, "Back then, An Xiaoxiao even implied that you couldn't afford a mansion or a nice bag. I should have recorded everything she said and played it on repeat in front of her now! I could have slapped her face in the face!"

An Ying felt no emotion, only a faint smile: "I'm frugal, I have money saved up in my own little stash."

Listening to the story of this mother and daughter felt like listening to the tale of a stranger.

If she could, she would never want to have anything to do with An Xiaoxiao and Xu Mei again in her life.

An Ying continued to add slices of meat to the hot pot.

She seemed to remember something and asked, "You know that most expensive club in the east of the city, right?"

Ye Rao: "I know, so what?"

An Ying: "That club holds a charity gala every year. Do you know the details?"

An Ying was referring to the charity gala that Lai Yuqiang had mentioned.

Ye Rao suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, and took out her phone to browse through her photo album.

“I remember this charity gala. Our law firm’s big boss also attended last year. Let me see, I still have a photo of my boss from last year.”

Ye Rao found her boss's WeChat, clicked into his Moments, and found that photo.

The photo is a candid shot.

The banquet venue was beautifully decorated, and the photographer captured snapshots of the long dining table in real time.

The table was decorated with delicate lilies, and a row of VIPs attending the charity gala took their seats along the table.

They are all incredibly talented individuals.

An Ying glanced at it.

Among them, Fu Chengli was the most dazzling.

Whenever he attends such formal occasions, he always dresses elegantly and gracefully, displaying a mature, composed, and confident demeanor.

She always manages to easily become the most dazzling presence in the crowd.

In reality, who could tell that he was the kind of guy who used a gun to pick locks, kicked down doors, and stormed into the women's restroom?

Fortunately, the second floor of the bar was quickly sealed off after the incident on the day An Xiaoxiao caused trouble at the bar.

The people watching at the door were all acquaintances and friends of the boss, which is why the matter was kept quiet.

Everyone stared at the dark, smoking hole in the door, wondering what had happened.

Li Xiuzhe ran over holding a hammer and explained that the door was broken with a hammer, not a gun, and that everyone should not panic or misunderstand.

That's how all the rich people in the world are; they have their own privileges and ways of doing things within their social class.

At least An Ying was grateful that someone had stepped forward to save her during that crisis.

Naturally, he wouldn't speak ill of Fu Chengli to outsiders.

The woman sitting next to him in the photo is Lai Yu-Chiang.

She leaned towards Fu Chengli, wearing a burgundy velvet dress that made her look elegant and sophisticated.

An Ying's gaze did not linger on Fu Chengli and Lai Yuqiang.

Instead, it was a few other people in the photo who caught An Ying's attention.

She knew these investors.

These are the major investors in the QS project that An Ying is in charge of.

At the business planning meeting that followed, these people were the key figures who would determine the success or failure of her project.

An Ying raised an eyebrow.

Lai Yuqiang, that old fox.

Say only half the truth, and hide the other half.

Lai Yu-Chiang participated last year, knowing full well that these people come every year, and knowing how important this project is to her An-Ying.

Today in the conference room, she didn't reveal a single word, only focusing on showing off her close relationship with Fu Chengli.

She repeatedly emphasized how much she cared about An Ying, and that An Ying was the first person she thought of when she received the invitation.

Actually?

Is he perhaps planning to be the first to kick her out?

If An Ying really doesn't go, Lai Yuqiang might say bad things about her to those investors behind her back, which would mess up her project.

I almost fell for Lai Yuqiang's trap.

An Ying explained the whole story to Ye Rao.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Rao said, "Xiao Ying, I think you have to go. It's for your career, not for a man."

An Ying nodded vigorously.

Ye Rao continued, "This level of social event is a great opportunity to build connections, and it will also be of great help to your upcoming planning meeting."

"Although you've taken your work and career to a new level with Fu Chengli's help, can you rely on him for the rest of your life?"

Ye Rao pointed to Fu Chengli and Lai Yuqiang sitting together in the photo and tapped her finger on the table.

"Look at these bastards. Even if he's chaste, some women just won't stop throwing themselves at him. With so many women throwing themselves at him, how many men can resist the temptation? Lu Qiyao is a perfect example of what not to do."

Ye Rao: "I'll ask the boss if I can bring you along this time. With me by your side, I can also pick up a few more clients."

An Ying stared at the food in her bowl, lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

Ye Rao held a piece of meat between her fingers and dangled it in the air, her face showing a look of utter disappointment.

"You still have the mood to laugh? This Lai Yuqiang not only interferes with your work, but also suppresses you emotionally."

"She's clearly scheming to become the CEO's wife, and you've long been considered her rival."

An Ying blinked, biting her chopsticks, her big, dark eyes bright and clear.

"But I've never considered her a rival."

Ye Rao gave a thoughtful "oh".

An Ying smiled faintly: "I don't want to be the president's wife, I want to be the president."

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On the day of the charity gala.

Beicheng Airport.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the VIP parking area.

Secretary Chen turned around and whispered to Fu Chengli, who was dozing off in the back seat, "President, we've arrived at the airport."

Fu Chengli then opened his eyes and nodded.

Last night I had a video conference with my uncle Fu Zhenhong's company all night long.

It was broad daylight there, but midnight here, which meant he didn't sleep all night.

I attended an investment promotion symposium for the top 100 enterprises this morning.

Now, late at night, I have to fly to Haicheng to inspect projects.

If anyone says he loves to play cards and is always neglecting his duties, he'll want to throw all those schedules at them.

The phone rang suddenly.

Fu Chengli answered the phone and lazily said "hello".

Li Xiuzhe hurriedly said, "Brother, why didn't you come to the charity gala tonight?!"

Just as Fu Chengli was about to speak, Li Xiuzhe hurriedly interrupted from the other end of the phone: "I'm here! Do you know who's here? You'd never guess!"

Li Xiuzhe rattled off a string of words, describing who was there, what had happened…

Fu Chengli held his phone and listened quietly without saying a word.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened.

He whispered to Secretary Chen in the driver's seat:

"Go back now, to the East City Clubhouse."

Secretary Chen asked in surprise, "That flight..."

Fu Chengli stared at the thick darkness outside the window, his expression gloomy.

"Reschedule."