The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yue seemed to have been greatly shocked, and his emotions instantly spiraled out of control.

His tone was sharp, tinged with resentment and jealousy:

"You have a boyfriend? If you do, why are you always getting so close to other men?"

"What do you mean?"

"You think I don't know? Chen Zhe, he's always around you, doing whatever you say. You two are together all the time, who wouldn't see it? There's a lot of gossip in the hospital, don't you know?"

Fu Hua's eyes suddenly turned cold, and her aura instantly darkened.

His tone was devoid of any warmth: "Who I associate with and who I keep my distance from is my own private matter."

"It's not your place to judge or point fingers. Get off the bus immediately."

The cold rejection ignited the long-suppressed madness in Cheng Yue's heart.

He refused to move, remaining firmly seated.

A burning heat surged in his lower abdomen, and his eyes gleamed with a fanatical desire.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if a raging fire had been ignited within them.

All the restraint and decorum he had maintained before were torn to shreds.

Especially seeing Fu Hua's cold, angry, aloof demeanor,

Instead of restraining himself, Cheng Yue became even more itchy and eager to possess her.

The next second, he suddenly leaned down, ignoring Fu Hua's resistance, and grabbed her shoulders.

He forced his way in and kissed her roughly and urgently.

The chaotic and offensive touch made Fu Hua freeze.

As Cheng Yue forced his way closer, he muttered something under his breath.

The tone was obsessive and insane:

"Fu Hua, I truly love you. I will treat you well for the rest of my life and be devoted to you wholeheartedly."

"I'll give you anything, as long as you're willing to turn around and look at me, and be with me, okay?"

The sudden frivolity and offense completely crossed Fu Hua's bottom line.

Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and used all her strength.

He slapped Cheng Yue hard across the face.

The crisp, loud slap was particularly jarring in the enclosed carriage.

Cheng Yue was instantly stunned by the blow; his cheek burned with pain, and his head spun.

The effects of the alcohol instantly sobered me up considerably.

Fu Hua's eyes were covered with frost, her gaze as cold as ice.

Every word was sharp and piercing:

"This isn't liking someone, it's lust, it's impulsive offense. Get out of my car right now."

The slap completely woke Cheng Yue up.

He covered his face, ashamed and embarrassed, his face deathly pale.

Reason returned, and I instantly realized how absurd and excessive I had just done.

Panic, regret, and shame surged into my heart all at once.

He quickly withdrew his hand, not daring to get any closer.

He apologized in a low voice, his tone flustered and embarrassed:

"I'm sorry... Fu Hua, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

I drank too much, my mind wasn't clear, and I made a mistake for a moment.

I didn't mean to make a scene. Please don't be angry and forgive me this time.

Fu Hua didn't even bother to give him a second glance.

A wave of nausea surged through my stomach, leaving me with nothing but disgust and aversion.

She didn't want to hear anything, and she didn't want to say anything more.

He simply waved his hand impatiently, his tone icy: "Enough nonsense, get out of the car."

Looking at her resolute and indifferent appearance, Cheng Yue felt both regret and bitterness in his heart, and was extremely annoyed.

He never imagined he would resort to such despicable methods to coerce or offend her.

It was only because he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, coupled with the influence of alcohol, that he lost control and made a terrible mistake.

Now, the last remaining colleague relationship between the two is likely to be completely severed.

He dared not argue any longer and awkwardly reached out to open the car door.

A fierce wind and torrential rain were hitting us from outside.

The cold rain instantly soaked his hair and shoulders.

Cheng Yue had just stepped out of the car and hadn't even fully regained his footing when the car behind him suddenly jerked to a stop.

Fu Hua's face was icy. She lightly tapped her foot, released the clutch, and stepped on the gas.

The black sedan accelerated instantly, its headlights flashed, and it sped away from the entrance of the residential area.

All that remained for Cheng Yue was a string of cold taillights before they quickly disappeared into the vast rain.

Cheng Yue stood frozen in place, all alone in the torrential rain.

From head to toe, I was relentlessly washed by the torrential rain.

In just a few seconds, he was soaked to the bone.

Soaked to the bone, chilled by the biting wind, the pain in my cheeks still lingered, and my heart felt cold and utterly wretched.

Just then, a middle-aged neighbor lady came over with an umbrella.

The aunt recognized him immediately as the neighbor's child, Cheng Yue.

He walked over quickly and kindly asked:

"Xiao Cheng? It's raining so hard, why are you standing outside getting soaked instead of going home?"

Did you forget your umbrella? I brought an extra one; you can borrow it.

Normally, even if Cheng Yue was in a bad mood, he would still politely thank her.

But at this moment, he was filled with frustration, shame, and resentment.

He had no interest in dealing with other people's kindness; his brows were tightly furrowed.

His tone was extremely impatient, and he coldly rebuked:

"No need, it's none of your business. Mind your own business."

The neighbor lady was taken aback; her kind offer was rejected, and her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Seeing that he was soaking wet and had a gloomy face, she decided not to make a fool of herself.

He shook his head, muttered a couple of words to himself, and turned to walk away, holding his umbrella.

Cheng Yue stood alone in the rain, letting the cold rain soak him to the bone, and it took him a long time to calm his chaotic emotions.

Clenching his fists, head down, he rushed into the dark neighborhood in a disheveled and dejected state.

He stumbled and fell all the way home, wiping the rain from his face.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter the house.

The living room lights were on, and Cheng's mother was sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

She still had that same expression and that same posture; it looked like she was about to lecture him again.

In the past, if she came home late or did something wrong, Cheng's mother would always give her a good scolding and endless nagging.

Cheng Yue was a filial son and did not want to upset his mother.

But tonight, Cheng Yue was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and felt both regret and fatigue. He simply didn't have the energy to argue or defend himself.

Before his mother could speak, he remained silent, head bowed, ignoring her scrutinizing gaze.

He walked straight to his room, remaining silent the entire time, refusing to utter a single word.

"Why are you so late? What have you been doing?"

As soon as Cheng's mother opened her mouth to say something, she noticed that her son was soaking wet, pale-faced, and depressed.

The reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down.

After all, she raised her own son, and her heartache prevailed.

With a helpless sigh, her tone softened, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him:

"Look at you, what happened to you? Didn't you know to take shelter from the rain? You're soaked to the bone."

Go take a shower and change into clean clothes quickly, don't catch a cold, getting chilled at night is very harmful to your health.

"Okay, I understand."

Cheng Yue paused, pushed open the door, entered the room, and closed the door, shutting out everything outside.

Silent all night.

The next day, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

The sky was bright and clear, without a single cloud in the sky.

The air is fresh and dry; last night's torrential rain and strong winds have washed away all the filth.

Cheng Yue was still asleep. Cheng's mother was in the yard starting a fire to prepare a meal.

The neighbor lady who was rebuffed after kindly offering an umbrella yesterday is still thinking about what happened last night.

He made a special detour to the Cheng family's gate early in the morning, just to deliver a message, chat, and watch the excitement.

She gave Cheng's mother two bags of tomatoes and chatted with her about everyday things.

As they chatted, the topic was brought up, seemingly casually:

"Old Cheng's family, last night it rained so hard, when I came back from outside I saw your little Cheng standing alone at the entrance of the community getting soaked in the rain, he looked so pitiful."

I offered him my umbrella, and he snapped at me, but I didn't think much of it.

I wonder if he got criticized by his boss. How is he? Is he alright?

"impossible."

Cheng's mother's expression changed: "My son is so outstanding, how could he possibly be criticized by his boss?"

"Yeah?"

The neighbor lady looked disdainful and said, "I saw a car bring him back last night. That car looked very impressive. Who else could it be but his boss?"

Cheng's mother's heart tightened, and she instantly became alert.

He quickly pressed on, "A black car? Are you sure? What model is it?"