Spoiled Sparrow

Ruan Qingxin reluctantly followed Assistant Zhang upstairs.

Assistant Zhang meekly locked the door: "Miss Ruan, don't glare at me. I'm just a poor working person, and I was only threatened with my year-end bonus by President Fu."

Ruan Qing gritted her teeth and cursed, "Those wicked capitalists!"

"Hey, don't go! What did he threaten you with?"

Assistant Zhang blurted out, "It's about my cousin...it's really nothing."

Ruan Qing's mind raced: "Your surname is Zhang, right? Which Zhang? Your cousin wouldn't happen to be Officer Zhang, would he?"

"I...I don't know."

Assistant Zhang left after uttering a guilty remark, and it seemed that she had hit the nail on the head.

How could Officer Zhang and Fu Chen be in contact? Do they know each other?

No way, Fu Chen confiscated her phone, and she doesn't dare log into her account on the phone she's hiding anymore. She doesn't even know if the DNA comparison results are out yet.

Ruan Qing peered through the window in the door, and after confirming that everyone had left, she secretly took out her hidden phone.

Close the bedroom door, lie down on the bed, and cover your phone with the blanket.

[Honey, what stage of the project are we at?]

Lin Yun'en was chatting with Zhang Yao when she received Ruan Qing's message and immediately picked up her phone to reply.

[Yun: It's going smoothly, you can rest assured I can handle things!]

[Yun: By the way, guess who Professor Zhang's grandson is? You'll never guess.]

When Lin Yun'en typed this sentence, she subconsciously looked up at Zhang Yao and they made eye contact.

She gave an awkward laugh and quickly lowered her head.

Ruan Qing, still under the covers, looked at the message Lin Yun'en sent, and the first name that came to her mind was Zhang Yao.

Does Zhang Yao know Fu Chen?

Lin Yun'en looked down at the message sent by Ruan Qing, her brows furrowing.

[Yun: These two probably don't know each other. Judging from Dong Chenye's reaction, it doesn't seem like they do. Besides, he just said he had a crush on you, how could he possibly know Fu Chen?]

"Then I'm relieved."

[Leave it at that for now, then contact me.]

Ruan Qing turned off her phone and hid it again.

As I walked to the bookshelf, I faintly heard the sound of a car starting outside the window.

"Why is this ancient castle in the middle of nowhere becoming more and more lively?"

Ruan Qing peeked through the crack in the window, and a familiar face came into her view.

"This is..." Ruan Qing asked in surprise, "Director Yu Jing?"

How did she end up here...?

Behind them were Fu Chen's bodyguards escorting them, with several boxes being dragged across the snow.

Yu Jing was escorted by bodyguards from the moment she got in the car until she got out. She had thought that rich people were extravagant, but she never expected it to be this extravagant.

Yu Jing followed the people into the castle and waited anxiously in the grand banquet hall.

She was sitting alone in this several-hundred-square-meter space, and it was quite chilly.

It's unbelievable that such a large castle exists in Beijing, a city where land is incredibly valuable. It's outrageously luxurious.

No wonder President Fu chose this location for the wedding; it's so romantic.

However, it is indeed too big, big enough to host two weddings at the same time.

Before long, Fu Chen appeared silently on the stairs.

"Come on up."

Yu Jing only heard the sound but didn't see anyone, and cold sweat instantly climbed up her back.

She turned around completely before she finally saw anyone.

"Here you are, Mr. Fu."

She dared not slack off in the slightest, and as she walked up the stairs, she wished she could keep her eyes glued to the stairs.

Who would have thought that she and her studio team worked two all-nighters to finish this wedding dress, to the point where they were so busy they could fall asleep standing up if they weren't careful?

Walking through the ancient castle, Yu Jing was constantly drawn to the paintings on the walls and the wall lamps.

She was from a wealthy family, but compared to this, it was like she had stumbled into a heavenly family by mistake.

"Once inside, don't say anything you shouldn't," Fu Chen said coldly.

Fu Chen's eyes held a warning, and Yu Jing nodded repeatedly.

Turning around, she saw a door even more extravagant than a prison cell. She couldn't bear to blink; the design was incredible, and she had to learn from it.

I pushed open the door, and a familiar figure was already standing there.

She had met the owner of the wedding dress sketch twice.

On one occasion, she attended a dinner party hosted by Fu Chen as his girlfriend. Fu Chen subtly and overtly hinted that he wanted several big names in the design industry to take care of his girlfriend.

Another time was during the recording of the show "The Queen's New Clothes".

She participated in the recording of the show under the name "sunny". The two did not speak, but they knew each other.

Ruan Qing spoke first: "Director Yu, what brings you here?"

Yu Jing adopted a more socially appropriate demeanor, flashing a standard eight-tooth smile: "President Fu's arrangement."

Fu Chen stood right behind her, and she didn't dare say a single unnecessary word.

Soon, several burly men carried a box containing the wedding dress to the door and stopped. Fu Chen carried it in himself.

He then sat down in the dressing room.

"Take it off."

Ruan Qing looked at Fu Chen blankly, then stepped in front of Yu Jing: "Are you sick? Why are you taking your clothes off? I never thought you were this kind of person, actually playing the third wheel—"

"Miss Ruan, you've misunderstood Mr. Fu."

Before Ruan Qing could utter those inappropriate words, Yu Jing stepped forward and explained, "It's not what you think. President Fu... asked me to help you undress."

Ruan Qing pointed to herself: "Help me take it off?"

"No, no, it means you want me to help you change your clothes."

How come the explanation only makes things worse?

Yu Jing turned to Fu Chen with a forced smile: "Right? Mr. Fu?"

Fu Chen rubbed his forehead and nodded helplessly.

Yu Jing's hand was already on Ruan Qing's clothes. Ruan Qing suddenly tightened her grip and pointed at Fu Chen, telling him to get out.

"What part of your body haven't I seen?" He showed no sign of leaving.

Ruan Qing muttered under her breath, "She's thirty years old, can't she have any shame..."

Even if she had seen it before, she shouldn't change clothes in front of a third person. The scene was too bizarre, and she couldn't stay calm.

She took Yu Jing's hand and said, "Okay, if you're not leaving, then we'll go."

Fu Chen stood up: "I'm going out."

He opened the door and sat down in the study.

Yu Jing couldn't help but clap her hands and exclaim, "Amazing! I admire you!"

Ruan Qing looked down and pointed to the large boxes: "What's in all these? Clothes?"

She didn't even know.

Yu Jing opened the box: "This is a wedding dress made specifically for you."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing's mind went blank for a moment. Yu Jing continued, "Besides, you'll definitely recognize it. Take it out and let me see."

As she spoke, she put on gloves, carefully took the wedding dress out of the box, put it on the mannequin, and fully displayed the dress.

This handmade wedding dress, which required the efforts of over a hundred people, features flowers on every inch of tulle that were hand-embroidered. The bodice is adorned with pearls, and the hem is finished with rhinestones, shimmering softly.

"What a nice view."

Ruan Qing's eyes were completely captivated by the artwork, and she couldn't bear to blink.

Yu Jing walked up to Ruan Qing, looked at her, and asked, "Miss Ruan, don't you think this wedding dress looks familiar?"

Her breath hitched, her thoughts drifting back to that night. She couldn't believe it: "This is... the wedding dress I designed! How did you get it?"

The answer already came to her mind when she asked the question.

"It's him."