Spoiled Sparrow

22rd floor, CEO's office.

The investigation of the unfamiliar number eventually led to a family member.

[You'd better deal with that fake heiress from the Su family as soon as possible, or I'll have to take action.]

In the years since Ruan Qing was raised by his side, Fu Chen had never thought about the future. Before he knew it, five years had passed. She was like a fox that stole his heart, and he couldn't bear to let her go.

The only daughter of the Zhao Group is quite something; let's get engaged in a couple of months...

Tsk.

Fu Chen hung up the phone and looked at all of Ruan Qing's documents on the table, feeling a surge of frustration.

He put away her photo and said to Secretary Chen, "You don't need to come here recently. Keep an eye on her all the time."

"Yes." Chen Yan handed over several photos. "This person has been dealt with."

In the photo, Zhou Mo's hands and feet are bound, and there is not a single part of his body that is intact.

Fu Chen glanced at it and casually tossed it into the trash can.

Spare his life, and that's considered doing the little fox a favor.

I wonder how Ruan Qing is adapting to the design department. He came to the design department for the first time ever, which scared the whole department.

The first thing Fu Chen did upon taking office was to purge the company of corrupt officials, firing long-term employees of 20 years without batting an eye.

"Mr. Fu, what can I do for you?" Director Li asked cautiously. The department next door had been disbanded last month for making a big mistake, and he was afraid that bad luck would befall him.

"Look at you guys, so busy."

As he walked inside, the scene in the reception room came into his view.

......

"Whether your name is Su Ruanqing or Ruanqing, you are my fiancée. So when do you plan to fulfill our engagement?"

Feng Xiao's words burned out Ruan Qing's CPU.

No... It was just a joke from when we were kids, why did he take it so seriously?

Ruan Qing waved her hand: "Don't joke around, you can't say things like that."

Feng Xiao handed her a business card, which read "CEO of Feng Group: 183..."

"You can call me anytime, seriously, Gummy."

Soft Candy was her nickname, or more accurately, her name when she was the daughter of the Su family.

When she was abandoned, she deleted all her information, as if that dreamlike life of a rich heiress had never existed.

Ruan Qing remembered that the Su family and the Feng family did have a verbal engagement, but three years after Feng Xiao went abroad, she was no longer a daughter of the Su family, so it had nothing to do with her anymore.

However, the friendship formed in their youth was precious, so she accepted the business card.

He wanted to call him "Fatty Xiao" in return, but changed his mind and said, "Thanks, Young Master Feng."

The two exchanged a smile, and the atmosphere eased considerably.

Secretary Chen, who witnessed all of this, wished she could cover President Fu's eyes; all the bad things had happened at once.

It seems Mr. Fu is about to have his girlfriend stolen!

Secretary Chen sighed, looking at the composed President Fu beside her. She couldn't help but admire him: "No wonder he's the president. He never shows his emotions. He's such a good actor."

If nothing unexpected happens, he'll have to find out all the man's information within three minutes.

"Mr. Fu...do you need me to take Miss Ruan inside?"

Fu Chen looked at the dinner he had prepared for her, then looked up to see her smiling as she accepted Feng Xiao's business card before turning and leaving.

"Feed the dog."

Fu Chen turned and left, leaving Chen Yan and Director Li looking at each other in bewilderment.

Director Li came in to inquire, "Brother Chen, is President Fu on the verge of exploding?"

It's not that General Manager Fu has eaten gunpowder, it's that the design department is about to be hit by bullets.

Secretary Chen recognized the man opposite Miss Ruan. "Director Li, who is this?"

Director Li straightened his back: "He is the only son of President Feng of the Feng Group. He just returned from studying in Germany. He is an exceptionally talented individual. I spent several months trying to persuade him before he agreed to come and learn more about us."

"All the products he designs become hits; he's destined for success."

"How's it going, Brother Chen? A lot of people are going to envy my year-end bonus this time!"

Director Li was so engrossed in the prospect of the product selling like hotcakes that his dentures gleamed as he smiled.

Chen Yan sneered, "I can only say good luck."

Let's pray that Mr. Fu's man isn't poached.

After eight years of no contact, Feng Xiao started by reminiscing about the past, which she didn't want to hear, so she made an excuse and left.

She has stopped contacting people in the circle, doesn't want to get involved, and has no interest in their current situation.

22th floor.

Seeing that Chen Yan's expression wasn't good, Ruan Qing asked, "Secretary Chen, what's wrong?"

When Chen Yan saw her arrive, he hesitated to speak. His subordinates had been incompetent, and President Fu was already furious. Miss Ruan going in now would only add fuel to the fire.

"Miss Ruan, Mr. Fu is not in a good mood. You'd better not go in."

When has he ever been in a good mood?

They're in heat and going crazy all the time.

Ruan Qing pushed open the door and threw a stack of reports at her feet with a "thud." There was no one else in the office, so who was she going to vent her anger on?

Unaware of the real reason for the man's anger, Ruan Qing joked, "Big Boss, what's the big deal? If you die of anger, who's going to support me?"

Fu Chen approached her step by step, his voice ambiguous: "Gummy... I didn't know you had that name."

He...saw it?

So what if you see it? It's not a big deal anyway.

Ruan Qing said nonchalantly, "You didn't ask either."

What's with this woman's attitude? Can't she tell he's angry?

Fu Chen gripped the back of her neck, pinning her against the wall, a surge of heat washing over his ear. He lifted her chin, scrutinizing her: "Ruan Qing, you think you're all grown up now, huh?"

What's wrong with this man?

Ruan Qing glared at him, not understanding what he was angry about, and bit his hand: "Are you sick?!"

The teeth marks on her hand gradually turned red along with her neck, and Fu Chen's gaze towards her was ambiguous, a mixture of love and aggression.

An ambiguous look in one's eyes is a sign of impending madness.

As Ruan Qing struggled, he released his grip on her neck and instead pleaded with her to hold him tightly, his arms so tight that Ruan Qing could not breathe.

She really wanted to slap him across the face.

Ruan Qing tried to run away but couldn't. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed in the lounge.

"Let me go!"

Fu Chen didn't give her a chance to refuse. He pressed her down heavily, and his passionate kisses landed on her ears, collarbone, and the areas covered by her clothes.

A cool sensation gradually seeped into her chest, followed by Fu Chen's hot breath approaching her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Ruan Qing gradually lost control of her emotions, and her voice softened uncontrollably: "You're hurting me."

Hearing her coquettish voice, Fu Chen stopped, his fingers tracing the corner of her lips: "Ruan Qing, I'll give you one chance. Who is he?"

Ruan Qing knew best whether Fu Chen was jealous because of love or because he hated that his possessions were being tainted by outsiders.

Seeing him like this, the name "Yao Yiyao" suddenly came to mind.

She smiled broadly and uttered three words, one by one: "Fiancé—"

"grass**"

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Chen pressed his hand over her mouth, venting his anger wildly.

He only stopped when the person beneath him willingly cooperated with him, his eyes cold enough to kill.

"Little fox, there's a limit to how much you can tempt fate."