Spoiled Sparrow

On the set of a variety show recording.

Ruan Qing participated in the recording of the program "The Queen's New Clothes" under the identity of Sunny.

Lin Yunen was sent by her grandfather to participate in the competition, but she was eliminated after only two rounds of recording.

Ruan Qing didn't want to go alone, so she asked Lin Yun'en to come with her.

"PD Jiang, Sunny is here."

Jiang Wenli was going through the recording process backstage when she heard Ruan Qing had arrived, so she quickly ran to the rest room.

She rushed over with her personal makeup artist: "Sunny, this is the makeup artist I arranged for you, Xiao Li."

Ruan Qing met Jiang Wenli three times in total, and each time her style changed drastically.

He had a neat, short, blue-black gradient haircut, paired with a German-style leather jacket.

She was completely different from the last time they met, and Ruan Qing only recognized her when she heard her voice.

So much so that her reply sounded light and uncertain: "Okay... thank you."

Jiang Wenli laughed and tossed her head: "No need to thank me, it's nothing, Sunny, can we take a picture together?"

He had already taken out his phone before he even spoke.

"OK."

After learning that she was Sunny, Jiang Wenli's attitude changed completely.

Honestly, her enthusiasm was almost frightening.

Ruan Qing felt uncomfortable being fawned over by fans offline.

Jiang Wenli was swooning over her phone when she stepped outside and immediately posted on her WeChat Moments.

[A life photo of me and my wife on the same screen, so blissful~]

Jiang Chenglang, on the other end of the internet cable, commented immediately.

[Wife? Happiness?]

Fu Chen, who was cleaning up the company's cancerous problems, received a message from Jiang Chenglang.

His gaze shifted to his phone, and he opened the screenshot that had been sent to him.

That post on Jiang Wenli's WeChat Moments.

[Jiang Chenglang: Brother Chen, aren't you going to do anything about that kept woman in your house? When did she become Jiang Wenli's wife?]

What the hell is that?

Fu Chen opened the screenshot and immediately saw Ruan Qing in the photo.

Take another look at the caption...

What does this mean?

Is this in Chinese?

He opened Jiang Wenli's WeChat Moments, but the page was normal. He refreshed it twice but still couldn't see the latest post.

This particular post on WeChat Moments was the only one where Fu Chen was blocked.

Fu Chen's brows furrowed suddenly, and the several CEOs waiting for their trial opposite him were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground.

"Mr. Fu... we were misled by others. We have elderly parents and young children to support. Could you please give us another chance...?"

"Yes, we've been veterans of the company for over twenty years, and we've only made this one mistake—"

"Shut up!"

The timid boss on the ground ran straight into the muzzle of a gun.

Fu Chen looked up, but there was no sign of reconciliation in his eyes.

He sneered, "Opportunity? When you were betraying the company's interests, why didn't you think about leaving yourselves an opportunity?"

"I remember how my uncles 'supported' me when I first took over the company."

"Several of them have worked hard with their father for decades, but unfortunately the company's rules and regulations cannot be broken."

He placed his hands on the table and tapped his fingers heavily, startling the others.

"In consideration of your hard work over the past decades, I can waive the criminal charges."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in the eyes of the group.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Chen's cold voice rang out again: "But the company shares held by your uncles cannot be kept."

"Those shares are what we've worked hard for over decades, we can't—"

"Trying to negotiate with me?"

Fu Chen's fierce gaze fixed on everyone, and no one dared to look up again, forced to admit defeat.

Several people reluctantly signed the equity transfer agreement, walked out of the office dejectedly, and even felt like jumping off a building.

Fu Chen leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of mockery.

He's as stupid as a pig; I wonder how much personal gain he's embezzled from the company over the years.

They were willing to sell company secrets for the smallest profit, thinking they had seized an opportunity to exploit loopholes, unaware that every step they took was a trap they had set.

After finishing his work at the company, Fu Chen arrived at the variety show recording site ahead of schedule.

As soon as he turned into the corridor, a female celebrity in a red strapless dress quickly blocked his way.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed in front of him.

"Oops~"

Fu Chen dodged to the side, and the woman fell headfirst to the floor.

"Ouch~ my legs hurt so much~"

She sat half-sitting on the ground, her voice so sweet it gave people goosebumps; everyone who saw her would say, "She's so pitiful to behold."

Except for Fu Chen.

Chen Yan watched the woman's clumsy acting and politely covered his mouth to chuckle.

Before he could finish his prepared lines, Fu Chen had already walked two miles away.

She quickly got up, pushed past Chen Yan, and leaned close to Fu Chen: "Mr. Fu, would you be interested in discussing a deal worth several hundred million?"

Her words carried a meaningful implication, and she then reached out to put her hand on his arm.

"Let me think about it~"

"roll."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Fu Chen impatiently uttered a single word.

The woman stood frozen in place, too embarrassed to know where to put her hands.

Didn't her agent say that the show's investors like women like her?!

This scene was witnessed by Ruan Qinglin Yun'en, who came out for some fresh air during halftime.

Lin Yun'en secretly nudged Ruan Qing's arm: "Tsk tsk, if I didn't know how that scheming man treated you, I would really think he was some kind of gentleman."

Ruan Qing recalled the day she asked for a kiss at the hospital and was rejected by him, and her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.

She turned to leave, but Lin Yun'en stopped her.

"Why are you running away? He's not going to eat you in public, is he?"

As they spoke, Fu Chen had already walked up to her.

So close you can smell his unique fragrance.

As the two locked eyes, the assistant director jogged over from behind and beckoned to Fu Chen.

"Oh, Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, what brings you here? The VIP lounge is all ready..."

The heavily pregnant assistant director was so focused on defending the investors' arguments that she was completely unaware that her sugar daddy's eyes were already on the verge of exploding with anger.

Chen Yan stepped forward: "Director Liu, thank you very much. You can continue with your work."

"Okay, okay."

The director understood the implication that he was being asked to leave, so he had no choice but to leave awkwardly.

He took a step forward, then suddenly turned around and called out to Lin Yun'en and Ruan Qing.

"What are you two standing here for? The second round of recording is about to start, come on, come on."

Chen Yan: "..."

*

It was already 9 p.m. when the second round of recording was finished.

Crowds came and went, creating a constant cacophony.

Ruan Qing avoided the crowd, took her phone, walked to a corner of the emergency exit, and dialed He Xunnan's number.

"Sorry, Xun Nan, I didn't expect the recording to go on so late. How about we meet again tomorrow?"

Her tone was gentle, with a hint of apology.

"It's alright, I've arrived."

He Xunnan was already seated at the agreed-upon spot, glancing at the various gift boxes around him.

"I'm waiting for you."

Ruan Qing felt a lump in her throat. After hesitating for a few seconds, she replied softly, "Well... okay, I'll come find you. Wait for me a moment."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful shadow suddenly loomed behind her and pulled her into the stairwell.

She gasped in surprise, and He Xunnan's worried voice came through the phone: "What's wrong?"

After seeing who it was, Ruan Qing wanted to hang up the phone, but Fu Chen didn't give her the chance.

His legs pinned her tightly against the wall above her head, while his other hand gripped her wrist and pressed it against the wall.

Ruan Qing was forced to tilt her head back, with no room to struggle at all.

She dared not make a sound, and could only glare at Fu Chen with her eyes: Let go!

Fu Chen glanced disdainfully at the phone in the middle of a call...

next second.

Like a mad wolf, he pried open her flustered lips.