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

Although An Ying pushed hard, she still couldn't push it away.

A cold wind swept by.

Fu Chengli pulled An Ying closer to him, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Are you sure you can walk into your house safely in this condition?"

An Ying squinted and tilted her head slightly.

From this angle, you can clearly see his well-defined jawline.

She suddenly blurted out, "Qin Jinchuan asked me today if I was your woman."

She spoke vaguely.

It's impossible to tell whether this is drunken ramblings or a sober question.

Fu Chengli paused in his steps.

An Ying could vaguely see his Adam's apple bobbing.

The man who had just stood by and watched the blood splatter in the banquet hall was now holding her, his voice soft.

He held her in his arms and stood there, his voice deep and resonant.

"What did you say?"

An Ying was a little tired and replied listlessly, "I said no."

Fu Chengli: "What else did he ask you?"

An Ying felt her eyelids were very heavy, and drowsiness was creeping over her.

He even asked, "Will I be your woman in the future...?"

The air was quiet, and all that could be heard was the whistling of the wind.

"I said the future is... impossible..."

Fu Chengli remained silent.

He walked steadily, carrying An Ying into the room, and placed her on the small bed in the bedroom.

As soon as I took her shoes off, I heard her even breathing.

Fu Chengli tucked the blanket around her.

He stood by the bed, staring at her sleeping profile for a long time.

impossible?

Fu Chengli smirked and chuckled.

The phone rings.

Fu Chengli walked out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa in the living room, and tugged at his collar.

Looking down, I realized that her grip on my collar had already crumpled it up.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, Qin Jinchuan's angry questions came through the phone.

"You, surnamed Fu, you've got some skills! You ruined two of my bodyguards in public, making me lose face so much, and you're still not satisfied?"

"Why are you secretly cutting off my new project's funding?!"

"You're not going to fall out with me over a woman, are you?"

Fu Chengli tossed his phone aside on the sofa, ignoring Qin Jinchuan's rapid-fire rant on the other end, and lazily lay down.

An Ying's small sofa is indeed a bit too small.

He was 1.88 meters tall and sleeping on the sofa with his legs sticking out quite a bit.

Fortunately, it's quite comfortable to lie down.

After adjusting his lying position, Fu Chengli picked up his phone again.

Qin Jinchuan was still cursing.

Fu Chengli interrupted expressionlessly, his voice languid at the end:

"Qin Jinchuan, you'd better try touching her again."

On the other end of the phone, Qin Jinchuan remained silent.

After a long silence, Qin Jinchuan spoke up, uttering a seemingly random sentence.

"Fu Chengli, my sister has been gone for so many years, do you still remember what she looked like? Do you still care about her even a little bit? She used to like you so much, you two were childhood sweethearts..."

Fu Chengli did not answer.

He stared at the ceiling and hung up the phone indifferently.

Then, he sent a message to Secretary Chen: "I'll rest here tonight."

Secretary Chen immediately replied, "Okay, the schedule will be rearranged right away, and I'll pick you up again tomorrow morning."

Strange to say.

In his own house, there was an imported king-size bed, a mattress worth millions, and high-end silk bedding.

It clearly has everything it needs.

Even sleeping on her little sofa wasn't as comfortable.

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the next day.

An Ying was woken up by Ye Rao's series of phone calls.

"Where are you? Are you alright? Fu Chengli didn't go berserk on you, did he?"

Ye Rao chattered on the phone, asking about what happened after she left yesterday.

An Ying rolled over groggily, without even opening her eyes.

My mind was still blank; I couldn't hear a single word.

Aside from the phrase "beastly" or "excessive"...

Wait.

I also heard the sound of flowing water…

There seems to be some noise outside the bedroom?

Is there a burglar in your home?

Startled, she jumped out of bed, her eyes wide, and threw off the covers to get out.

As soon as she rushed out of the bedroom, she bumped into Fu Chengli, who was wrapped in a bath towel and coming out of the bathroom with water dripping from the tips of his hair.

His well-defined abs were swaying back and forth in front of her.

There was also a bath towel loosely tied around his waist.

Her pink bath towel.

An Ying: "..."

At this point, he stopped being a germaphobe.

An Ying hung up the phone, smoothed her messy hair, and looked away from her eight-pack abs, her face calm.

"Cousin, can you explain what's going on?"

Fu Chengli looked puzzled: "Explain? What's there to explain about taking a bath?"

“No.” An Ying was speechless. “…Why were you taking a shower in my house?”

Fu Chengli said calmly, "I slept here last night."

“…” An Ying was even more speechless. “I thought you went home!”

As Fu Chengli approached, the heat from the bathroom followed, the scent of shower gel mingling with his body heat. An Ying subconsciously took a few steps back, but with each step back, he took another step forward.

Finally, Fu Chengli leaned down and said with a half-smile, "Your sofa is really good for sleeping, I don't want to leave."

Too close.

An Ying's gaze fell directly on his muscular chest.

For some reason, I remembered the lump of "pickled vegetables" she had tried to smooth out last night.

An Ying frowned, changed the subject, and whispered, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "You've been interrogating me about what I should wear?"

An Ying sighed, turned and went into the bedroom, closed the door, and changed into her work clothes.

Then I sat on the bed, holding my phone and staring blankly.

Yesterday, he yelled at her, and she cried.

He said he would take her home, and the two seemed to have said something in the car.

What happened next?

When An Ying came out of the bedroom again, Fu Chengli was already dressed in a suit and tie.

A sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the table.

Secretary Chen stood by the dining table. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, smiled and greeted An Ying, then continued to report to Fu Chengli.

Fu Chengli buried himself in his breakfast and calmly beckoned to An Ying: "I had it delivered. See if there's anything you like to eat."

He appeared calm and composed, seemingly in a very good mood.

Last night's horrific bloodshed seems to have faded into the past.

An Ying hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

He appeared relaxed and at ease, as if this were his own home.

An Ying glanced at the breakfast spread out on the table, a diverse array of dishes, including Western breads and pastries, bacon and egg sandwiches, blueberry bagels, coffee, and milk, as well as Chinese delicacies such as fragrant steamed buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, meat buns, noodles with soybean paste, and jianbing guozi...

They even prepared fruit platters.

Is this a proper breakfast?

They probably didn't intend to eat it like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast!

An Ying asked calmly, "Are you planning to eat this for a month?"

Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow, smiled noncommittally, and casually remarked, "What? I can eat here for a month?"