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

Ye Rao took An Ying's arm and said with a smile, "Let me introduce you. She is Fu Chengli's younger cousin and is now the head of the marketing department at Fu's Group."

Ye Rao feigned a puzzled expression: "Wait, Fu Chengli, you know who he is, right?"

In the northern part of the city, how could anyone not know the name Fu Chengli?

But I never imagined that this woman would have a connection with the Fu family.

Disaster comes from the mouth.

The women were instantly stunned.

Mrs. Xu warmly pulled An Ying over, her mocking expression completely changed, and asked affectionately, "Little cousin, why don't you have the surname Fu?"

An Ying: "My father was an adopted son of the Fu family, and he didn't change his surname."

Mrs. Xu nodded and stuffed a cake into An Ying's hand: "The pastry chef in charge of this cake is a Michelin three-star certified chef. It tastes amazing. You should try it."

An Ying politely took a small bite.

The taste is very good.

Miss Zhou sat down next to An Ying, her face full of anticipation, and asked:

"Are you familiar with Fu Chengli? Do you know what he likes to eat? What are his hobbies? What books does he like to read? Where does he like to go?"

An Ying shook her head: "I don't know."

My mind goes blank.

She seemed to know very little about him.

Although they've known each other for decades, An Ying doesn't really know him that well.

The only thing I know is that he's a pretty good cook.

During the time he had a fever, he made congee and side dishes, which were simple yet refreshing and delicious.

The simplest dishes are the hardest to make.

An Ying, biting her fork, said casually, "His cooking skills are not bad."

The women around him looked shocked.

Is An Ying just making things up to fob them off?

How could Fu Chengli possibly cook?

What unrealistic dreams are you having!

The key point is that they can't equate Fu Chengli's image as a noble, composed, and slightly wicked elite CEO with that of a "cook."

To get closer to her, Mrs. Xu simply acted as a matchmaker: "Miss An, are you dating anyone? Are you married?"

An Ying smiled and said, "No, I'm single."

Mrs. Xu pressed further, "What type do you like? Let me introduce you to some options?"

An Ying narrowed her eyes. These people seemed determined not to give up until they found out some gossip.

An Ying intended to give a perfunctory reply.

But then I realized that wasn't right.

If she happens to match someone's style at the event, they'll definitely set her up on a blind date right there.

We need to make up an alibi.

Or they are completely unfamiliar with it.

An Ying pondered for a moment, and for some reason, the image of a boy appeared in her mind.

The boy, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a refined appearance, was dressed in a clean white junior high school uniform, watching her under the dim streetlights.

An Ying stared blankly into space for a few seconds.

This scene seems to be from a very, very long time ago.

Until Lai Yuqiang gently nudged her arm: "Go ahead and say it."

An Ying then came to her senses and briefly said, "Refined and fair-skinned, tall, not talkative, wears gold-rimmed glasses."

Lai Yuqiang raised an eyebrow.

She thought the type of man An Ying was talking about was someone like Fu Chengli.

The description is so detailed, it's as if it involves a specific person.

On the other side of the hall, it suddenly became noisy as several investment tycoons entered.

An Ying glanced at it and then looked away.

These are the people she's here to talk to today; she needs to find an opportunity to do so.

Just as An Ying was about to get up, Lai Yuqiang cried out and bumped her wrist with her elbow.

A few pieces of the small cake fell off and stained the edge of An Ying's dress at the chest.

A smear of cream stained her pale silk dress.

Lai Yuqiang said in a panic, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, how could I be so careless? An Ying, you wouldn't be so petty as to hold a grudge against me over a piece of clothing, would you...?"

An Ying's smile faded.

The people around were all watching with amusement.

Ye Rao gritted her teeth. What was this woman up to?

Just as she was about to start cursing, she saw An Ying wink at her.

Ye Rao swallowed her words back.

An Ying curled the corners of her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes: "Of course not."

An old hand is an old hand.

They always manage to pinpoint the exact moments when she shouldn't lose her temper in public, and cause trouble right under everyone's noses.

If things escalate, investors' first impression of her will be that she publicly argued with someone over a piece of clothing in a formal setting.

It seriously damaged her professional image in the eyes of others.

An Ying took out a few tissues, stood up and left her seat, calmly saying, "I'll go take care of this."

Ye Rao wanted to follow, but An Ying waved her hand and said, "Your big boss is here. You should go and entertain him. I'll just go wipe down the sink and be right back."

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An Ying turned off the water in the sink and looked in the mirror. There was still a dark oil stain on her light-colored dress.

The location is also awkward.

It's right below the collarbone, eye-catching and glaring.

At that moment, a figure flashed behind the mirror.

Jiang Yiru walked over carrying a small box.

An Ying asked in confusion, "You....."

Jiang Yiru smiled at An Ying: "It's a habit of mine to carry some accessories with me. Sometimes, when I feel like it, I'll use brooches to modify clothing designs."

Jiang Yiru opened the box.

The box is palm-sized, making it easy to carry around.

Inside was a row of sparkling diamond brooches.

Jiang Yiru smiled and said, "Take your pick and see what kind you like. A brooch can cover up the oil stains on your clothes."

An Ying stared into Jiang Yiru's eyes.

Those were clear and pure eyes.

Seeing An Ying's hesitation, Jiang Yiru quickly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. Your dress is so beautiful, it would be such a waste to get it dirty."

An Ying: "I don't doubt your motives, I'm just very curious."

Jiang Yiru: "Strange?"

An Ying: "You hang out with these people, yet you're not affected by them at all."

Jiang Yiru nodded thoughtfully.

An Ying chose a silver diamond brooch with a lily design.

Jiang Yiru said in a calm tone, "They're all like that. I grew up in this kind of environment, so I'm used to it."

Jiang Yiru put a brooch on An Ying and then helped her tuck the shoulder straps of her dress in.

This finishing touch was simply a stroke of genius.

It made An Ying's figure proportions look even better.

An Ying smiled faintly and said, "Thank you."

The two girls chatted and laughed as they walked toward the banquet hall.

Suddenly, a row of dark figures walked towards us, heading towards the banquet hall.

Among them, the man walking at the very front of the group had a relaxed and carefree demeanor.

Jiang Yiru was stunned almost instantly.

Her smiling face turned pale instantly.