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

Even a fool could see the current situation.

This was retaliation for Qin Jinchuan's two harassments of An Ying: one was touching her hand, and the other was blowing her a kiss.

Ye Rao was stunned.

She glanced at Fu Chengli, then at Li Xiuzhe.

"You...you and him, how long have you known each other?"

Li Xiuzhe: "Childhood friend."

Ye Rao looked at him in disbelief: "Did you know Fu Chengli had such a crazy side? I used to think he was pretty normal..."

Li Xiuzhe took a sip of tea and said calmly, "He's been even crazier than you and An Ying have ever seen."

The smell of blood grew stronger.

The men and women around him all looked disgusted.

The men frowned, got up, and left their seats to keep their distance.

The women covered their mouths with napkins, and some almost vomited.

Fu Chengli remained as indifferent as a robot throughout.

There was no expression on his face.

The way he looked at Qin Jinchuan was as if he were looking at thin air.

I don't even want to say a single unnecessary word.

They resorted to direct means of demonstration.

An Ying shivered and felt goosebumps rise all over her body.

How could things have turned out like this...?

She looked at Fu Chengli, her eyes dim and unfathomable.

It was hard to tell whether it was shock or fear.

She had never seen this side of Fu Chengli before.

In An Ying's memory, Fu Chengli could be cynical or reckless.

They can also have the air of a true business elite.

She had never seen this calm, madman-like demeanor before.

The situation was becoming increasingly complicated.

Several investment heavyweights, including Mr. Zheng and Mr. Zhu, stepped forward to speak.

"Young Master Fu, let's calm down. Let's both compromise. Young Master Qin just returned to the country and doesn't know the rules of Beicheng now."

"Young Master Qin, you probably don't know this yet, so let me introduce you. This lady in your hand is an employee of the Fu family and also Young Master Fu's cousin. Don't you know what kind of temper Young Master Fu has? How dare you humiliate her like this? Isn't that slapping Young Master Fu in the face? You're such an insensible child. I'll have to give you a good talking to later."

"Harmony brings wealth, why make things worse? Let's talk things out..."

.........

After a few rounds of persuasion, the group finally managed to give both sides a way out.

Qin Jinchuan laughed and let go.

However, Qin Jinchuan's smile did not reach his eyes.

He waved his hand, making a gesture of surrender.

His face, however, was full of defiance.

Fu Chengli glanced at An Ying, tilted his head, and gestured towards the door.

Then, he turned and strode away.

I can finally leave!

An Ying jogged to catch up.

Suddenly, Qin Jinchuan let out a long, drawn-out howl:

"An Ying, bye-bye! I didn't have enough to drink today. Let's find a nice place to meet up another day!"

Qin Jinchuan's voice echoed in the banquet hall for a long time.

An Ying felt a chill run down her spine.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, she quickened her pace and followed Fu Chengli away.

There was a vague feeling in my heart.

After today, her name will probably really become known throughout this circle.

The conflict between Fu Chengli and Qin Jinchuan has existed for so long, how did she end up being dragged into it today for no reason?

Was it because of that slap?

But Qin Jinchuan provoked her first.

Still feeling the effects of the alcohol, she ran unsteadily.

As he stepped out of the clubhouse and was about to descend the stairs, Fu Chengli suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Before An Ying could react, she slammed on the brakes and crashed directly into Fu Chengli's back.

She shifted her body slightly, feeling like she might fall on her backside.

Suddenly, he grabbed my arm.

His hand reached out and hooked around her, and she felt a tightening sensation in her lower back.

An Ying grabbed Fu Chengli by the collar.

Once she regained her balance, she found herself in his arms.

They even shaped his soft collar into the shape of pickled vegetables.

An Ying let go of her hand, squinted her eyes, and felt dizzy.

They didn't seem to find anything strange about this intimate posture at all.

She just found the "pickled vegetables" in front of her a bit of an eyesore.

So she patted his chest gently, trying to smooth out this lump of "pickled vegetables".

Fu Chengli's deep and serious voice came from above.

"How much did you drink?"

An Ying felt her stomach churning and frowned uncomfortably: "I...I didn't drink much."

Fu Chengli's face darkened.

This revealed the first hint of emotion of the evening.

His tone was strained with suppressed anger.

"He tells you to drink, so you drink? Do you even know who he is? How can you listen to him like that!"

An Ying was taken aback.

In his memory, Fu Chengli had never spoken to her in such a tone.

The questioning just now was clearly tinged with suppressed anger.

I had already suffered a lot of grievances tonight, and then, while enduring my drunkenness in the cold wind, I was yelled at by Fu Chengli.

An Ying pouted, her vision suddenly blurred, and her nose felt sore.

She suddenly shoved him away.

Her moist eyes stared at Fu Chengli.

Fu Chengli hadn't finished speaking, but seeing her aggrieved look, he swallowed his words.

I still couldn't bear it.

He said coldly, "I'll take you back."

A black Rolls-Royce was parked not far from the clubhouse, and Secretary Chen stood quietly beside the car.

Once in the car, the two sat in the back.

They remained silent the entire way.

The atmosphere inside the car was colder than the north wind blowing on the main road outside.

In the dimly lit back seat of the car, the faint sound of sniffing could be heard.

Fu Chengli turned his head and glanced at An Ying.

Her rosy cheeks were streaked with tears.

The streetlights shone in, and glistening teardrops clung to her long eyelashes.

Fu Chengli reached out and took the tissues from the car, stuffing them into her hand.

An Ying took the tissue and said in a low voice, "I want to go back to my own home."

Fu Chengli gave a faint "hmm".

My own home.

She has no home.

She only has a small apartment where she usually lives.

Fu Chengli slowly lit a cigarette, rubbed his temples, and said in a deep voice, "Don't drink alcohol given to you by others in the future."

An Ying said sullenly, "He said that if I don't drink it, I'll ruin the QS project."

Fu Chengli flicked his cigarette ash out the window and said lazily, "He wouldn't dare."

An Ying: "He even used Ye Rao to threaten me."

Fu Chengli turned his head and his gaze fell back on An Ying.

An Ying: "He said there was no future in working with you, and asked me to go to his company."

Fu Chengli smiled silently.

His smile was full of disdain.

"Next time this happens, just throw the wine in his face."

His voice was cool and low, as if he were talking about something very ordinary.

An Ying: "..."

She remained silent on the surface, but inwardly she was thinking: How can we be treated the same?!

You throw wine at him, and he doesn't dare to say a word; he can only say that the wine tastes good.

If I throw wine at him, he'll just beat me up.

Silence fell again inside the car.

Fu Chengli suddenly realized something, his expression somewhat speechless: "One million? Are you serious? What if I didn't come? You really gave him a kiss?!"

Secretary Chen jerked the steering wheel, making the turn a bit too fast.

An Ying gripped the back of the seat in front of her, swallowing hard, afraid of vomiting in his car.

Isn't this a luxury car?! Why is it so uncomfortable to sit in?!

My mind is buzzing.

Sure enough, he heard it.

But she's already gone, and the kiss didn't happen, so what's the point of asking these questions now?

It's one thing for Qin Jinchuan to act recklessly, but why did you, Fu Chengli, take it all seriously even though you weren't drinking?!

An Ying leaned back in her chair, half-closed her eyes, and answered nonchalantly:

"A kiss for a million dollars? And it's a contribution to the children in the mountains. Can I say I'm doing this for good? It's nothing for me to work hard for the future flowers of our motherland."

Fu Chengli: "...You are indeed of noble character."

An Ying shifted into a more comfortable sitting position: "Thank you for the compliment."

She said thoughtfully, "But I also slapped him, so I didn't lose too much."

Fu Chengli's expression softened slightly.

An Ying waved her hand, too lazy to pay him any more attention.

The car returned to silence.

Ten minutes later, we arrived at An Ying's building.

An Ying opened the car door and got out, walking unsteadily.

Suddenly, the world spun around.

She found herself being carried in a princess carry by Fu Chengli.

An Ying stubbornly said, "Put me down."

She pushed his shoulder away and raised her foot as if to jump.