Spoiled Sparrow

Fu Chen kept his word and really taught her a lesson.

Ruan Qing couldn't get out of bed for the entire day.

As Fu Chen leisurely adjusted the buttons on his shirt, the lingering warmth of passion still lingered in his eyes. If one didn't notice the meaningful look in his eyes, he would undoubtedly appear as a sophisticated business elite.

The gaze on the bed was incredibly alluring. He suddenly stopped fastening his tie, raising an eyebrow: "What are you looking at? Want more?"

Ruan Qing pulled the blanket tighter around herself; she couldn't take any more commotion.

"What's wrong with me checking? You wear these clothes in front of me precisely so I can see them, right?"

"Tsk."

He frowned, straightened his sharp suit, and then came back after leaving: "By the way, it's up to you whether you participate in the show or not. We can arrange for you to join the studios of those people."

If you can't find anything you like, then start your own personal studio.

Let me know in advance if you've thought it through.

Ruan Qing never expected that Fu Chen would pave the way for her.

After the person left, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Chen had been acting terribly strangely these past two days, even coming to the hospital to keep her company.

She closed her eyes and silently recited: He installed a tracking device on your phone, he's monitoring you, he only wants you to be his secret lover, and if he gets tired of you one day, he can make you lose everything.

Ruan Qing, wake up! You can't live in fear of being abandoned at any moment.

The ringing of the phone pulled her back to reality.

"Mr. Feng, is there something you need?"

Feng Xiao: "Why are you calling me so formally? I'm still more used to you calling me by my nickname."

Many years have passed, and Ruan Qing simply cannot bring herself to call him that; she deliberately avoids the memory.

Fu Chen installed surveillance cameras in every visible area outside the house, covering every 360 degrees without any blind spots.

He claimed he had many enemies and was afraid of retaliation, but in reality, he didn't live there often; he used it to monitor her.

"No need, I'll go myself."

The last time I had dinner with Feng Xiao was when I saw him off as he was leaving to study abroad. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking down at this dazzling, high-class metropolis from the dinner table, she always felt a sense of alienation.

The two chatted for a long time, and she felt less awkward.

She naturally posed her question: "Feng Xiao, your feelings for me aren't really love, are they?"

He paused abruptly, not expecting her to ask that question.

"Why do you say that? My desire to marry you isn't a sign of love, is it?"

Ruan Qing spoke frankly: "That's because you don't want to marry Su Jiaojiao."

Feng Xiao hadn't expected her to be so blunt. After a moment of silence, he confessed, "Yes, that's right. Are you upset with me?"

"What's so strange about it? On the contrary, it makes me feel much more comfortable. I still prefer that we get along as friends."

The two clinked glasses, and the atmosphere eased considerably.

Feng Xiao asked, "And what about you? What's going on between you and Fu Chen? Do you really love him?"

I've heard there's news of a marriage alliance between the Fu and Zhao families. Are you aware of this?

Arranged marriage...

This day came much sooner than she had imagined.

Ruan Qing shook her head, picked up a glass of wine beside her, and took a big gulp to hide her panic.

Then he forced a slightly stiff smile: "Really? Congratulations to him."

As for their undignified relationship, there's not much to say.

The meal ended quickly, and Ruan Qing was somewhat dazed. Feng Xiao insisted on taking her home, and helped her walk slowly to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.

Soon, the elevator doors slid open slowly to both sides with a "ding".

Their familiar gazes suddenly met.

Inside the elevator, Fu Chen, dressed in a suit and tie, stood in the center with his hands in his pockets. A smiling woman was holding his arm beside him; they looked very well-matched.

The group of young men's grins froze when they saw who it was.

The air seemed to freeze instantly. Feng Xiao glanced at Ruan Qing, only to see her walk into the elevator without changing her expression.

He snapped out of his daze and instinctively walked between her and Fu Chen, subtly blocking her from seeing Fu Chen and Zhao Xiyao.

Feng Xiao met Fu Chen's cold gaze, and the atmosphere in the small elevator suddenly became tense.

Having grown up in the world of fame and fortune alongside her family elders, Zhao Xiyao immediately sensed something was off about Fu Chen. She withdrew her hand, crossed her arms, and prepared to watch the show unfold.

The elevator descended slowly enough for Ruan Qing to calm herself down. She faced the elevator wall, took a deep breath, and kept telling herself that this day would come sooner or later.

The man behind Fu Chen spoke, breaking the silent standoff.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is President Feng of the Feng Group?"

Feng Xiao looked in the direction of the voice and realized that the speaker looked somewhat familiar.

A well-tailored gray suit couldn't suppress his noble temperament; his aura was no less than Fu Chen's, but he had a more scholarly air about him.

Feng Xiao hesitated for a few seconds before remembering that he had met him once abroad.

"Mr. He? When did you return to China?"

"Yesterday," He Xunnan said, glancing at the woman reflecting on her actions against the wall in the corner, "who is this?"

The people in the elevator were surprised by his question and all turned their attention to Ruan Qing in the corner.

Feng Xiao looked at Fu Chen, whose expression remained unchanged, and deliberately spoke those words one by one, as if afraid that Fu Chen would not hear him clearly.

"Ruan Qing, my fiancée."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the elevator except Ruan Qing and President He, who had just returned from abroad, turned their attention to Fu Chen.

He Xunnan: "Congratulations."

As expected, Fu Chen didn't say a word throughout the entire process.

The elevator quickly reached the bottom, and Fu Chen strode straight out of the elevator door.

Gu Zhou and Jiang Chenglang turned around and glanced at Ruan Qing, who was being held in Feng Xiao's arms, but ultimately said nothing.

He Xunnan walked last. He talked to Feng Xiao about some business matters and gave them two business cards before leaving.

Ruan Qing watched as Fu Chen and that flamboyantly beautiful woman got into the car. Everything around her seemed to automatically go out of focus, leaving only the blinding scene.

"Gummy, I'll take you home."

Feng Xiao waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Everyone's gone, don't look anymore."

Ruan Qing's disappointed look was truly heartbreaking, and Feng Xiao then realized that she seemed to have really fallen in love.

He said half-jokingly, "Seriously, I'll marry you if you just say the word. What's so special about a man who has one wife and another woman?"

I don't love it.

"Alright, alright, you don't like it." Feng Xiao quickly waved his hand, "Where are you going, Miss? I'll take you."

She didn't want to go back to that house.

"Anywhere is fine, get in the car."

Feng Xiao protected her head as she got into the car and personally fastened her seatbelt.

In a Maybach parked in the distance, the man took out his phone and snapped a picture of the scene.

His gaze swept over the face with an ambiguous meaning, his fingertips clenched slightly, and his gentle, jade-like demeanor vanished, replaced by a voice as cold as frost:

"I need to know all her information before dawn."