Spoiled Sparrow

The man's voice, low and hoarse, suppressed a torrent of anger: "You're already in such a hurry to find someone else?"

Ruan Qing's eyes were red, and tears slid down her cheeks.

She struggled to grab it, only to hear a piercing cracking sound as he smashed the phone against the French windows.

"Fu Chen! Are you sick?!"

Ruan Qing raised her hand towards his face, but he grabbed her wrist as she lowered it.

He removed his belt and tied her hands behind her back, rendering her unable to move.

Realizing what was about to happen, Ruan Qing sobbed in distress, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Fu Chen, you pervert! Let me go!"

The out-of-control man's jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed on Ruan Qing, his anger sweeping over him making it impossible for him to act like a normal person anymore.

After a gasp, a storm of possessiveness swept over every inch of Ruan Qing's body.

Like a vicious wolf, he provokes every weakness of his prey, and when the little fox collapses from exhaustion, he devours it completely.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Qing, lying on the bed, couldn't stop crying.

Fu Chen reached out his hand, but she turned her head away, unwilling to look at him.

She got out of bed, supporting her aching legs, and picked up her phone.

The phone screen is shattered into a spiderweb pattern and won't turn on.

Her sobbing made Fu Chen, who had calmed down, feel guilty.

Was I too rough with her just now and hurt her?

Intending to ease the tension, he said, "It's just a phone, I'll buy you another one."

"unnecessary."

Ruan Qing took a deep breath and hid in the bathroom.

Warm water was poured over my head, and the water mixed with my tears as it flowed down, blurring my vision.

For the first time in four years, she burst into tears in the house that Fu Chen had bought for her.

All the grievances and embarrassment she had just felt could no longer be contained at this moment.

Fu Chen doesn't love her.

He tore apart the last shred of self-deception he had left behind with his own hands.

Ruan Qing's heart broke as well.

After a long while, she calmed herself down, dried herself off, and returned to her bedroom.

The person in the bed was no longer there, and she felt somewhat relieved. She quietly drew the curtains and drifted off to sleep.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Chenglang was sleeping soundly when Fu Chen called, and he's now drinking with his buddies.

"You've come at the perfect time; you're lucky to taste this wine that the old man has been saving."

Fu Chen downed glass after glass of strong liquor without saying a word.

He's had an incredibly smooth life for the past thirty years; when has he ever been drunk?

It's obvious that it's all for his "canary".

"Brother Chen, what did your Ruan Qing do to you again?"

Fu Chen felt a little dizzy, and the name "Ruan Qing" brought him back to his senses.

His eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Jiang Chenglang waved his hand: "I'm not so bored as to investigate my sister-in-law."

It's common knowledge in the industry that Fu Chen is keeping a mistress.

But only a few people have seen her, and only once.

I've only heard that she looks like a 3D model, so I often jokingly call her a Barbie doll.

Fu Chen's unusual attitude towards Feng Xiao yesterday had already aroused his suspicion.

You can find out by asking around.

Jiang Chenglang filled his glass with wine: "Don't say I didn't remind you, Feng Xiao and your sister-in-law are childhood sweethearts, they grew up together since they were little."

"You really don't plan to give this young girl a proper status?"

Fu Chen: "I've said it before, I won't get married."

Can a stamped piece of paper prove true love?

How many people get married and then divorced?

Just like her parents, her love and hate were intertwined, and her mother suffered throughout her life.

Jiang Chenglang stopped there: "Let me remind you, don't get half-drunk again when the young lady wants to leave."

Where could she go?

She can't live without me.

As dawn broke, Ruan Qing changed her clothes and went out. When she came downstairs, she saw Fu Chen lying on the sofa. As soon as she walked in, she was hit by the strong smell of alcohol.

There was a new cell phone on the coffee table, with a pink sticky note that she often used stuck on the box.

The words above are crooked and distorted:

You are not allowed to block your brother on WeChat Moments.

Ruan Qing laughed out loud, then looked at the person sleeping on the sofa and called Secretary Chen, asking him to come and take care of Fu Chen.

They didn't even give him a blanket.

The door closed, and Fu Chen opened his eyes, watching her leave.

This woman wasn't even willing to wait for Chen Yan to arrive before leaving.

You heartless bastard.

Ruan Qing, driving her supercar, was seething with anger when she picked up Lin Yun'en, intending to give Fu Chen a "surprise".

"Honey, are you planning to dominate today?"

As soon as Lin Yun'en got in the car, she sighed, "If every rich person in the world could give me one dollar, I could become a billionaire."

The car arrived at a high-end shopping mall.

Ruan Qing took off her sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at Lin Yun'en: "Go ahead and spend whatever you want today. I'm going to make that bastard Fu Chen pay the price."

"Don't worry, baby, I understand."

Hmph, since you dared to smash my phone, you must have a lot of money, so go ahead and spend it.

A row of counters were filled out one by one, and watches, perfumes, clothes and necklaces were continuously packed into boxes by the shop assistants.

The sales assistants were busy arranging the stock, and even the staff at the far end of the store had heard the news and were already waiting for them to "choose their favorites".

"Wow, that feels so good!"

Lin Yunen could barely fit all ten of her rings on her fingers, and she happily kept pretending to be a kitten, showing off all the different rings on her hands.

"What kind of expression do you think a cunning man would have when he sees this?"

"Can we keep up with the speed at which he earns money?"

Ruan Qing: "Who cares? I'm happy anyway, why should I think about him and make myself miserable..."

She had this black card for four years, but she hadn't used it much.

What did Fu Chen say back then? "Take it, use it as you like."

The bullet fired four years ago has now been pierced hard between his eyebrows by Ruan Qing.

In the conference room on the top floor of the building, dozens of senior executives, drenched in sweat, reported their projects to General Manager Fu one by one.

Fu Chen, dressed in a black bespoke suit, had a cold and stern expression. He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table as he listened attentively to the work report from Li, the head of the design department.

The high-intensity, high-pressure reporting meeting created such a tense atmosphere in the conference room that people were consciously adjusting their breathing.

The personal cell phone lying on the conference table buzzed and began to vibrate briefly in succession.

[Spending 1,880,000 yuan at xxx luxury brand boutique]

[Haute couture... cost 1,450,000 yuan]

[Spending 520,000 at a jewelry counter]

【......Consumption......】

【….】

Consumer text messages bombarded the conference room, the vibrations particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Fu Chen only frowned slightly at the first few messages, but when the executive's report was interrupted for the third time, he raised his hand to signal a pause.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he opened his phone, and dozens of notifications of large-amount transactions filled the screen.

Secretary Chen, who was standing nearby, glanced at it unintentionally, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Everyone was curious about what news could have caused the usually ruthless CEO Fu to pause the meeting.

Is there something wrong with the company's stock?