Spoiled Sparrow

Fu Group, 22nd floor.

With the new project between the Zhao and Fu families officially launched, Fu Chen rushed back to the company early in the morning.

Zhao Xiyao picked up the champagne glass and strode up to him.

"Congratulations in advance on gaining decision-making power in the company. I specially brought a bottle of my treasured wine, how about a drink?"

As she spoke, she placed her wine glass on the table, her smile unstoppable: "As we agreed, this matter will be perfectly concluded after the wedding in a couple of days."

"From now on, I won't have to be forced to have smelly men stuffed into my house by those uncles and aunts who are after the family fortune."

Fu Chen took the wine glass she handed him and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Xiyao: "No, brother, you've figured it out?"

Fu Chen lowered his eyes impatiently, his aura extremely tense.

The only person who could make the decisive and ruthless Fu Chen so worried was probably that woman.

Zhao Xiyao tentatively asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your little sister?"

"You can go now if there's nothing else." Fu Chen frowned, picked up the wine bottle, and poured wine into his glass.

Zhao Xiyao got excited and said, "Come on, tell me! I may not be as good as you at running a company, but I'm way better at dating."

"Tell me, I'll analyze it for you, no charge."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chenglang walked in from outside the door.

"What do you know? You're always the one being chased and coaxed, while our CEO Fu is the one chasing and coaxing others. They're completely different things."

Zhao Xiyao retorted, "Tch~ You men don't understand women at all. I understand them much better than you do."

Jiang Chenglang waved to her: "Alright, go out now, I have something important to say."

"Alright, goodbye. My time is too precious."

As Zhao Xiyao walked out the door, Jiang Chenglang saw Fu Chen drowning his sorrows in alcohol and offered him some words of advice.

"Brother Chen, what you're doing now will only backfire. Stick to the original plan, and it's only a matter of time before you marry her."

Fu Chen rubbed his fingertips against the rim of the glass and chuckled softly, "Cheng Lang, not many people know about your affair with Jiang Wenli, right?"

Jiang Chenglang's face darkened: "What do you mean?"

Fu Chen stood up: "He Xunnan considers himself her brother and wants to take her away."

Do you still think I shouldn't have done that?

Jiang Chenglang has no right to advise on this matter.

He and Jiang Wenli are living examples of this in Fu Chen's life.

I originally wanted to come and give my brother some advice, but now I'm speechless.

Jiang Chenglang put his hands in his pockets: "Alright, but I still want to remind you, about the sleeping pills last time... be careful."

At first, he also thought that Fu Chen's canary was just a pet that depended on him.

I never expected him to have such a fiery temper...

*

"Mr. Fu, the designer has arrived."

Yu Jing and her team stood awkwardly in the office.

The oppressive atmosphere surrounding Fu Chen made the air in the office feel thinner.

Everyone knew about the marriage between the Fu and Zhao families, and assumed that he was there to tailor a wedding dress for his fiancée.

Yu Jing: "President Fu—"

"Reproduce it one-to-one according to these drawings."

Fu Chen's gaze fell on the manuscript on the table, his tone indifferent yet carrying an unyielding pressure that brooked no argument.

He gently picked up a manuscript that had been secretly treasured; it was Ruan Qing's final draft from her freshman year of college.

……

The desk was covered with messy drafts. Ruan Qing took off her glasses and irritably rubbed the unsatisfactory drawings.

Tomorrow is the deadline for submitting final assignments, and she's about to explode with anxiety.

The more she looked at the map she was preparing to submit, the more she disliked it, and she became so angry that she couldn't stand anyone.

Fu Chen returned from a two-month business trip just in time for her final exam week.

The man, wearing a bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom half-naked, water droplets clinging to the ends of his hair dripping onto the back of her neck.

"Ouch—it's so itchy."

Turning her head and seeing the man so naked, the girl's face instantly turned bright red.

He leaned down and pulled Ruan Qing, who was sitting on the soft chair, into his arms. He bent down slightly and brought his warm, moist nose close to her ear.

Her voice was low, husky, and sexy: "Where*?"

The girl shyly curled her fingertips, bit her lower lip lightly, and dared not look up at him.

The two hadn't seen each other for several months, and a strange yet familiar distance made Ruan Qing dare not act rashly.

The ambiguous atmosphere grew stronger, and the breathing between them, so close together, gradually became more rapid and heavy.

Everything should have happened naturally, but she ran away at the last minute.

"etc……"

Ruan Qing tucked her chin in shyly and muttered to herself, "I haven't finished my drawing yet, why don't you take a break?"

Fu Chen, having been rejected for the first time, stood there with his eyes downcast, sighing helplessly.

His voice was low and strained.

"I can wait, but..."

Ruan Qing followed his hand and looked down, feeling so embarrassed she wanted to disappear.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes: "I can't see, I can't see."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, pleading, "Please, I really want to draw what I want. Please wait for me a little longer, okay?"

She peeked through a crack in her eye to peek at Fu Chen's expression.

He reluctantly picked up the bathrobe that had fallen to the ground and sat upright on the edge of the bed.

"Okay, you draw it."

Two hours passed, and Ruan Qing remained focused on her work, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

She seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't alone at home today.

The man lay on the bed with his pajamas half-open, having already finished the finishing touches remotely.

He turned down his business partner's dinner invitation and rushed back overnight, only to be surprised by the little fox's unexpected gift.

He waited another half hour, but she still didn't look at him or even glance at him.

Fu Chen simply walked over to her, took her chair, and placed her directly on his lap.

His warm breath brushed against her neck: "How much longer?"

Ruan Qing paused, and the tip of her pen lightly drew a faint mark in the blank space.

Fu Chen's sudden attack forced her to make a choice regarding the blank space she had been hesitating over.

Suddenly inspired, she quickly turned around and kissed him on the cheek before turning back to concentrate on adjusting the pleats of her skirt.

Fu Chen held the person in his arms, not making any excessive movements to disturb her.

His chest heaved, growing increasingly hot, and his voice became ever more alluring: "What, is this the wedding dress you're wearing for me?"

Ruan Qing paused as she finished writing, then grabbed his hand from her lap and placed it on the drawing. She tilted the pen at an angle to the paper and together they made the last stroke.

Guess~

Ruan Qing quickly tidied up the manuscript, turned around and pressed her face against his, feeling his body temperature.

The feeling of relief made her very happy, and of course, she wouldn't mind being even happier.

The person on top of him swung their legs, coaxing the man who had been waiting for three hours: "It's finished, now you can do whatever you want with it~"

Late at night.

The evening breeze stirred up the scattered manuscript papers on the table, causing one corner to ripple slightly, and the paintbrush rolled to the ground with the wind, falling into the water glass with a hissing sound.

The night wind came suddenly and fiercely, making it hard to resist. Scattered papers and pens swayed wildly in the air.

Only after the sudden change in wind abruptly stopped did the fluttering papers slowly fall to the ground.

The once smooth paper surface has been crumpled beyond recognition after a night of "torture"...