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

Lu Qiyao stared at the contents of the box.

A pair of adorable porcelain dolls sat in the corner of the box.

His face turned even uglier.

This was sculpted by him and An Ying together under the guidance of a ceramic master to celebrate their first anniversary of dating.

At the time, Lu Qiyao happily said that when we have a baby in the future, we will make a porcelain baby.

An Ying was extremely happy that day.

Is this her attitude now? Casually throwing away their love tokens!

Why should she throw it away!

There was also a crumpled envelope at the bottom of the box.

Lu Qiyao picked it up and unfolded the crumpled envelope. On the cover were three large characters: Resignation Letter.

The resignation letter was dry and emotionless, like it was copied from the internet.

The date on the document was a few days ago.

Lu Qiyao raised his hand and threw the letter into the shredder.

He leaned back lazily into the sofa, took out a cigarette, and slowly lit it.

He was seething with anger.

Seeing the president's gloomy expression, Secretary Li inwardly groaned.

In the past, An Ying was able to help Secretary Li with a lot of work. Whenever President Lu lost his temper, others dared not approach him, but she could always soothe him with just a few words, and the work atmosphere would instantly ease.

Sometimes when there are problems at work, President Lu's stubborn temper flares up, and he works overtime until the early hours of the morning without leaving. According to the rules, the secretary cannot leave before the president leaves work, but An Ying would secretly let him leave work early to rest, and she would stay in the president's office to keep President Lu company through the night.

President Lu has a picky appetite, and the takeout he buys for the president is never to his liking. However, An Ying is an excellent cook and often brings him homemade late-night snacks, so he can occasionally enjoy the delicious food made by An Ying.

Secretary Li was on the verge of tears: Manager An was such a good person, why did the two of them fall out?

From now on, he'll be all alone facing the unpredictable CEO; life will be tough.

Secretary Li stood trembling to the side, while President Lu's face was extremely grim; uttering even a single wrong word could cost him his life.

He mustered his courage several times before finally tentatively asking:

"Mr. Lu, a few days ago when your mother had someone clean up Manager An's workstation, she said that from now on, no one is allowed to mention her in the company. However, she still has some confidential documents worth hundreds of millions of yuan. Should we find someone to hand over the work documents to her?"

Lu Qiyao said slowly, "No need."

Secretary Li thought she was hallucinating: "Huh?"

These projects involve investments of hundreds of millions. If they fall into the hands of competitors, it will cause the company a loss of hundreds of millions. Is President Lu really that confident in Manager An?

Lu Qiyao said unhappily, "I already said no, do I have to repeat myself several times?"

Secretary Li nodded thoughtfully: Could it be that Manager An will come back?

After finishing his cigarette, Lu Qiyao raised his hand to extinguish it, his gaze passing over the pair of broken porcelain dolls.

A cold smile crept across his lips.

"I'll make you come back crying and begging me."

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After leaving the Lu Group building, An Ying took a taxi and went straight back to her rented apartment.

An Ying sat in the back row, gently rubbing her slightly aching lower back with her fingers.

My back injury wasn't fully healed to begin with, and then Lu Qiyao slammed me against the wall twice.

The taxi sped forward, passing the famous Lover's Street, a well-known tourist attraction in the northern part of the city.

An Ying stared blankly out the window.

Back when she was in college, An Ying once skipped class to come to this street with Lu Qiyao. That was the only time An Ying ever skipped class in college.

At that time, Lu Qiyao was full of vigor and high spirits. He grabbed her hand and ran wildly through the streets. An Ying was so tired that she couldn't run anymore, so Lu Qiyao, panting, loudly confessed his love to the traffic under the overpass.

"An Ying! I will only ever love you in this lifetime!"

An Ying hid to the side, pretending to think he was embarrassing, but actually giggling and laughing, feeling incredibly happy inside.

Seven years can completely change many people.

The boy from before had just cornered her in a narrow stairwell, saying he wanted to go back to the past with her, but in reality he was forcing her to be his mistress in secret, and then he was going to marry another woman.

She refused so decisively.

Their fates were about to diverge from that moment on.

An Ying sighed softly, feeling a pang of regret for kicking him.

They should have kicked him a few more times.

That kick alone wasn't enough to vent my anger.

After getting out of the taxi, An Ying walked slowly along the street. Near the entrance of the residential area, a black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the street, which was very eye-catching.

An Ying walked closer, noticing the arrogant license plate.

It was Fu Chengli's car.

An Ying was startled. Had they installed radar on her?

She decided to be discharged on her own. The doctor had suggested that she stay a few more days, but she was in a hurry to settle her resignation from Lu's company, so she hastily went through the discharge process.

Is it possible that Young Master Fu personally came to take her back to the hospital?

The driver's side door opened, and Secretary Chen got out of the car, carrying a gift bag, and handed it to An Ying.

"Miss An, Mr. Fu knows you were discharged from the hospital today, and he specifically asked me to give this to you."

The bag contained various scar-removing creams, swelling-reducing creams...

It covers various domestic and international brands.

Young Master Fu has searched the world for medicine for her.

An Ying happily leaned against the car window, wanting to say thank you, but found that there was no one in the back seat.

Secretary Chen said, "President Fu is on a business trip in Yuncheng and will be back in a while."

An Ying nodded: "Then I'll thank him in person when he comes back, but I really don't need this much."

The bag was full, containing about twenty or thirty boxes.

How can you apply so much at once? Won't it cause an allergic reaction on her skin?

Secretary Chen pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and smiled: "President Fu's exact words were: I am very unhappy that you left the hospital without permission. You'd better stay home and rest, or I will fly back to Beicheng immediately to bring you back to the hospital and personally apply your medicine."

An Ying's fingers, which were gripping the bag, trembled slightly.

"No, no, I know, I'll stay home and not go anywhere."

An Ying looked puzzled: So this is what kind of cousin you are, liking to look at other people's wounds? What kind of strange fetish is this?

But in the following days, An Ying did not stay at home obediently.

She was carrying a large bag of medicine given to her by Fu Chengli when she received a call from Ye Rao as soon as she entered the door.

"Baby, you've been discharged from the hospital?"

An Ying hummed in agreement.

Ye Rao's tone was unyielding: "Come here and stay with me for the next few days."

Although Fu Chengli told her to rest at home.

An hour later, Ye Rao had the nanny pick up An Ying and take her to her home, where An Ying began a life of eating, drinking, and lying down every day.

Not going to work is indeed a good medicine for treating physical and mental illnesses.

Since lying down at Ye Rao's house, An Ying has felt completely comfortable, and even her back injury has healed faster.

But surely they wouldn't just install surveillance cameras on her and actually come to arrest her themselves, would they?