The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

The autumn rain continued incessantly, and Fang Yunci glanced down at his carefully chosen suit.

Mud splattered on the cuffs, water stains on the trouser legs, and even the handmade leather shoes weren't spared.

He sighed softly, his gaze slowly falling on Shen Yao.

"Isn't this just a way to give money to the baby?"

The man casually patted the water droplets off his clothes, his movements unhurried, his tone revealing a hint of helpless indulgence.

"Even after moving abroad, his temper hasn't diminished at all."

It's more than just not smaller.

Back when she was his canary, she dared to glare at him and scratch his back until it bled; how much more so now.

They've become increasingly bold, and their arrogance has only grown stronger.

Shen Yao glanced at him from a few steps away, then suddenly rushed over through the water and leaned against him.

The wet rain instantly soaked him, and his shirt clung to his skin, exuding a chill, but Fang Yunci didn't even frown.

The man's free hand landed lightly on her waist and patted her twice.

"How much do you want?" he asked, looking down.

Shen Yao leaned against him, looked up at him, her voice sweet and drawn-out, half-jokingly teasing him:

"Now that Mr. Fang is your sugar daddy, you don't want to work hard anymore. I'll spend 20 million today to reimburse your miserable ex-girlfriend."

"...What are you saying?"

Fang Yunci's brow twitched slightly, and his expression, which had just calmed down, darkened again. He pursed his thin lips, as if he didn't like the way he was addressed.

Fang Yunci remained silent for a moment.

The sound of rain falling on the umbrella was fine and continuous.

He looked down at her, his voice lowering a tone, carrying a somewhat ambiguous implication:

"If Miss Shen likes to moan, then go back to bed and moan."

Shen Yao knew exactly what kind of person he was, so she didn't respond to his words at all. Instead, she grabbed the hand that was holding the umbrella and dragged him toward the car.

She opened the car door and plopped into the passenger seat as if she were going home, her movements swift and decisive. Her soaked skirt left a dark water stain on the leather seat.

Fang Yunci looked at his umbrella, which had been pulled off course, and at the girl in the passenger seat who was soaking wet but looked completely at ease. Several veins stood out on the back of his hand that was gripping the umbrella handle.

He had originally thought that because of the Jianghehui incident, he had missed the best opportunity and had not been able to bring her back from abroad in time, so he should apologize when they met.

But judging from Shen Yao's energetic and overconfident attitude, she was clearly fine.

Fang Yunci closed the umbrella, bent down and sat in the driver's seat, glanced at her sideways, and handed her his coat.

Shen Yao took it and skillfully used his suit jacket to wipe her wet arms.

The man didn't say anything, and started the car.

The windshield wipers sliced ​​through the rain on the windshield, and the car's heater gradually rose.

Fang Yunci held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand, he gently pinched the back of Shen Yao's neck, his fingertips stroking the ends of her damp hair.

Shen Yao shrank back as her neck was pinched, and glared at him.

A faint smile finally appeared on Fang Yunci's lips.

The car drove through the rain-soaked streets of Yanjing, the wipers rhythmically cutting through the curtain of water falling from the windshield.

Shen Yao nestled in the passenger seat and recounted to Fang Yunci the events that had occurred in Italy.

While driving, Fang Yunci explained to her Liang Xiheng's methods of attacking Jianghehui.

How did the young man manage to take on three opponents at once, using a single project to simultaneously restrain him, Xie Yunzhou, and Xiao Weilin?

The layout was ingenious, with each move hitting the nail on the head.

Shen Yao felt her palms grow cold upon hearing this.

"You're saying... he's dead?"

Fang Yunci tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel twice, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Shen Yao lowered her eyes: "Xi Heng's heart was already weak, and now that he's lost his only source of blood supply, and he's vomited so much blood..."

She didn't continue, but Fang Yunci clearly heard the unspoken meaning in her voice.

He would never have let her go unless she was dead.

Fang Yunci remained silent for a moment, neither confirming nor denying.

He had his doubts; the boy never acted according to convention, and his death might not be the end. But for now, he chose to let it go.

Let's just pretend Liang Xiheng is dead.

"Although he is your brother," the man turned his head to look at her, "you don't need to worry too much about it. This is a very respectable ending. Otherwise, he would have been brought back to China sooner or later and put on trial like Xue Huaiqing."

Neither of them continued speaking.

Because they all knew that what Liang Xiheng had found would be even more despicable than what Xue Huaiqing had found.

Few people can withstand close scrutiny, and someone like Liang Xiheng is even more likely to be exposed as a potential problem.

Fang Yunci suddenly changed the subject, adding in a nonchalant tone, "The wedding invitations are nice."

Shen Yao suddenly turned her head and glared at him.

Fang Yunci, as if ignoring her gaze, continued unhurriedly, "Yunzhou looked at the invitation for a long time. After dealing with the Jianghehui matter, he has a lot to say to you."

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Yao kicked the car seat.

Fang Yunci laughed, a smile that spread from his lips to the depths of his eyes, carrying a hint of malicious satisfaction:

"This car is going to be given to you later. I'll also give you twenty million. Kick it gently."

Shen Yao immediately withdrew her foot and sat up straight, afraid of hurting her Bentley.

But the fire in her heart burned brighter and brighter.

Does Liang Xiheng know how difficult it is to coax Xie Yunzhou?

Liang Xiheng! Liang Xiheng! Liang Xiheng! If he's not completely dead, she'll drag him out and chop him up again!

Fang Yunci glanced at Shen Yao's ever-changing expressions and found them incredibly cute, so he stopped teasing her about the wedding.

He felt a slight regret, regretting that he hadn't been able to give away the engagement ring back then.

As for Liang Xiheng's matter, both he and Xie Yunzhou were far more surprised than jealous.

No matter how crazy or fierce their rivals are, they're only half-dead now, and they're still managing to stay calm.

Fang Yunci reached out to adjust the direction of the heater, naturally changing the subject and starting to talk to Shen Yao about her career.

From her job assignment after being transferred back to Yanjing from Yuncheng, to how to use the USB drive in her hand to maximize its value, he explained everything to her step by step.

The car stopped in front of the small villa. Shen Yao recognized where she was, but she was too lazy to care. She opened the car door and stepped through the puddles into the house.

She still carried the dampness of the autumn rain; getting soaked in the rain was purely to tease Fang Yunci, she had no interest in getting sick.

The bathroom quickly filled with steam.

Shen Yao soaked in the bathtub, the hot water reaching above her shoulders, and she let out a long sigh of comfort.

The warm yellow light bathed the water, and she leaned against the edge of the bathtub with her eyes closed.

Then the door was opened.

Shen Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she shrank into the water.

She forgot to lock the door!

Fang Yunci leaned against the door frame, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his gaze slowly falling on her as he admired a painting he had seen many times but still found interesting.

Shen Yao grabbed a towel from the edge of the bathtub and covered her chest, rolling her eyes: "Old man acting like a lecher, are you trying to take advantage of a young girl?"

Fang Yunci nodded and walked over slowly. His unhurried pace carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Shen Yao unconsciously shrank back, water splashed off the edge of the bathtub, and she swallowed quietly.

"Don't come any closer..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fang Yunci had already bent down in front of her, his gaze level with hers.

There was only a thin layer of moisture between the two of them. Shen Yao smelled the faint fragrance on him and cursed, her voice not loud but with a hint of bluff.

A pleasant sound.

The sound was crisp, and water splashed out, spreading into a ring of fine watermarks on the tiled floor.

Shen Yao sat up abruptly, the blush on her face deepening from the steam.

"Why did you hit me? This is abuse, you know that?!"

Fang Yunci lightly pinched the spot he had just slapped underwater; a thin red tinge had appeared there.

He spoke casually, as if stating something perfectly legitimate: "Didn't you just claim outside that I'm your sugar daddy?"

The man paused, then tightened his grip, but his voice remained gentle, as if he were coaxing someone:

"Is it wrong for Daddy to punish disobedient students?"