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

When Ye Rao saw the "Young Master Qin" that others were talking about forcibly drag An Ying away, she was full of doubts and asked around about who Young Master Qin was.

It turns out that the Qin family is one of the most powerful families after the Fu family.

After declining a few years ago, the family gradually disappeared from the North City. This time, Qin Jinchuan returned with great momentum, aiming to revive the family's glory.

But how did Qin Jinchuan come to know An Ying?

When Ye Rao saw Qin Jinchuan forcing An Ying to drink and auctioning off her kiss in a humiliating way, she turned pale with anger.

Ye Rao suddenly stood up, wanting to go forward and argue with An Ying.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached out from behind her.

A man in a dark plaid suit pushed her back down.

Ye Rao said unhappily, "Who are you?!"

Upon closer inspection, this man seems familiar...

It seems to be the same person who handed Fu Chengli a towel after An Ying fell into the water at the last alumni banquet.

The man in the plaid suit was taken aback.

This is outrageous! How can a beautiful woman not recognize me?

The man said with an air of nonchalance, "Hello, I'm Li Xiuzhe. Nice to meet you."

Ye Rao: "....."

Who asked him his name?

Ye Rao glared at him: "What I mean is, why are you stopping me? My best friend is being bullied over there. Am I just supposed to sit here and watch?"

Good sisters?

Li Xiuzhe glanced at An Ying, then at Ye Rao.

He gave a thoughtful "oh" and patted Ye Rao's shoulder meaningfully:

"If you rush over there, your best friend will die even faster."

Ye Rao: "...I can't stand you unreasonable rich people!"

Li Xiuzhe laughed: "I'm a reasonable rich man."

The two argued incessantly.

Suddenly, there was a snap.

The hall, whose lights had been dimmed to display the auction items, suddenly had all the lights turned on.

Ye Rao looked over and was so shocked by what she saw that her eyes widened.

Li Xiuzhe, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed and muttered "Damn it!"

Fu Chengli stood prominently at the main table.

A tall figure stood behind Qin Jinchuan.

He had one hand loosely in his pocket, and the other hand raised, holding a wine bottle.

The red wine splashed all over Qin Jinchuan's head, clothes, and shoes.

What a horrifying scene this is.

Everyone was carefully coaxing Young Master Qin, afraid of upsetting their little darling, but upon returning to the country, he was given such a big show of force by Fu Chengli on their very first meeting.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Only Fu Chengli remained calm and expressionless.

Until not a drop is left in the bottle.

Qin Jinchuan, covered in alcohol, suddenly stood up.

He smoothed his hair, which was covered in red wine, licked his palm, and smiled, "Such good wine, it's a waste to spill it on me."

Fu Chengli said coldly, "It's not a waste. There's a whole bucket at home that can be used to marinate you."

His gaze passed over Qin Jinchuan and landed on An Ying, who was sitting diagonally behind him, her face flushed.

There are also five empty wine glasses on the table.

And a room key.

Fu Chengli's expression grew increasingly cold and grim: "What did you give her to drink?"

Qin Jinchuan picked up the room key from the table, fiddled with it in his hand, and chuckled, "Guess?"

The atmosphere at the scene became completely tense.

Even from a distance, everyone could feel the tense atmosphere between the two.

An Ying was having a headache; how did things escalate like this?

These two old men were as stubborn as mules, refusing to budge an inch.

The people around were only interested in watching the spectacle, and no one wanted to break up the fight.

No one dared to intervene in the fight.

Everyone was afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

An Ying had no choice but to step in and smooth things over: "I didn't drink much, it was all just a joke, let's just forget about it."

An Ying silently prayed that Fu Chengli hadn't heard the horrifying auction kiss scene from earlier.

Fu Chengli's face remained calm, but the oppressive aura emanating from him was extremely strong.

He glanced at An Ying and said a single word.

"Walk."

An Ying nodded and was about to leave.

Qin Jinchuan raised his hand to stop her, grabbing An Ying's wrist: "Miss An, you owe me something."

An Ying frowned in confusion.

Qin Jinchuan pointed to his lips with a grin.

Make a kissing gesture.

It's so shameless.

An Ying: "..."

An Ying wished she could slap him again.

He clenched his fists, but still held back.

Just now, in the outer hall where no one could see her, she impulsively slapped Qin Jinchuan, and this is the retaliation she has suffered.

If she were to slap him again in front of everyone, completely humiliating Qin Jinchuan...

I'm afraid that from now on, her life will be filled with unrest every day.

The more I think about it, the more chaotic my thoughts become.

She took a few deep breaths and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, please stop joking with me like this. I don't owe you anything."

Fu Chengli's dark gaze swept over An Ying's hand.

Her hand was held tightly by Qin Jinchuan.

"Let her go."

Fu Chengli's three simple words are extremely intimidating.

The atmosphere at the banquet completely changed. What was initially seen as a spectacle was now filled with worry.

Will they really start fighting?

Qin Jinchuan sneered and continued to provoke, "What if I don't let go?"

A shadow loomed over Fu Chengli's profile, sending chills down one's spine.

Suddenly, there was a sudden commotion all around.

Qin Jinchuan turned his head to look over.

His bodyguards... were all taken into custody by Fu Chengli's men.

Fu Chengli's implication was already quite clear.

If he doesn't obey, Qin Jinchuan will be the next one to be controlled and unable to move.

"Ah—my hand!"

Not far away, one of Qin Jinchuan's bodyguards screamed in agony.

A muscular man in black, wearing sunglasses, pinned his bodyguard to the ground.

A stench of blood wafted over.

The sharp blade pierced the bodyguard's palm.

Everyone was shocked.

Fu Chengli is playing this big?!

I hope no one gets killed!

The knife tip plunged straight into the palm, like a nail, swiftly piercing the bodyguard's hand and embedding itself in the thick carpet.

The blood flowing from his palm stained the carpet red.

The injured bodyguard had no choice but to beg for mercy, shouting, "Mr. Qin, save me! I don't want to die!"

Immediately afterwards, a second scream rang out.

"Let go of me—ah—my mouth—"

A man in sunglasses and black was holding the head of one of Qin Jinchuan's bodyguards.

The knife was placed against the lips, and then slid down diagonally.

Blood seeped from the wound in fine, continuous spurts.

The bodyguard covered his face and screamed in pain, rolling on the ground.