Spoiled Sparrow

Fu Chen lowered his eyes to look at the endless stream of spending records on his phone, and the coldness in his eyes faded by a third.

The little fox is using his black card to "get revenge." Good, he's finally learned to spend his money.

As long as you're happy.

Even before the app was muted, new spending notifications kept popping up. His unintentional, helpless yet indulgent smile brought a sigh of relief to the executives who were sitting on pins and needles.

He raised his hand to signal that the report should continue.

An hour later, the meeting ended. Fu Chen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed her number: "Are you calmed down?"

"hehe."

Before I could even speak, two muffled "heh" sounds came from the other end of the line, and then the call ended.

Fu Chen took a deep breath. Tsk, this person is even more difficult to please than an ancestor.

Looking across Beijing's elite circles, who would dare hang up on him directly?

This little fox has been spoiled rotten by him; he's become arrogant and spoiled.

Ruan Qing hung up the phone, calmed herself down, and let the phone repairman continue.

"Young lady, why don't you call the police? I'm pretty sure your phone has been infected with a hidden tracking app, and it's been there for more than just a day or two. For your safety, you should call the police."

"Just a few days ago, there was a case online of a young girl being stalked and murdered. This is a very serious matter..."

The repairman patiently advised her, telling her many real-life examples.

Ruan Qing recalled the scene two years ago when Fu Chen gave her this phone.

"Replace your old phone with this latest model. Consider it a Children's Day gift."

At the time, she was still basking in the surprise that Fu Chen had specially prepared a Children's Day gift for her. Until today, when she sent her phone to the repair shop, she never imagined that he could be so awful.

Ruan Qing took out the new phone he had left on the table that morning from her bag and handed it to the mechanic: "Excuse me, could you please check if this phone is working properly?"

"Okay, wait a moment, sit there for a while."

The joy of shopping was replaced by shock at this moment. Lin Yun'en suddenly realized: "No wonder he came to pick you up downstairs at my house that night. I thought he was just guessing. I didn't expect that cunning man was actually spying on you."

Thinking about it this way, I realized that Fu Chen had been monitoring my every move over the past two years, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

A moment later, the master came out looking troubled.

"Young lady, this phone also has a GPS tracker, it's the same software, I've never seen it on the market before, it might have been specially made for you, you should call the police."

Ruan Qing gasped, her fingers tightening involuntarily as she held the two phones, her whole body trembling.

What she thought was love was actually poisoned chocolate.

Lin Yun'en hugged her and comforted her, "It's okay, at least we've found out now. I'll buy you a new phone."

The repairman kept mentioning calling the police, so Ruan Qing composed herself and got into the car: "Yun En, I want to leave early."

"I'll keep using this phone until I leave, so she won't get suspicious."

"Could you please urge them to expedite the housing situation for me?"

Lin Yun'en grasped her hand and nodded: "Okay, I'll go see you tomorrow."

She lowered her head somewhat dejectedly: "I was thinking of having you accompany me to the competition recording at the end of the month, but as someone with connections, I'm really not confident."

"What competition?"

Lin Yunen: "It's a fashion design program. The production team invited several female celebrities to attract viewers."

We, as emerging designers, participated in the competition. The clothes we designed were worn by the contestants on the runway, and then the audience and mentors voted to decide whether they stayed or left.

It's called something like "The Queen's New Clothes," and I heard Cheng Xiaoxiao is going to participate. She's a top female idol, I'm really looking forward to it.

The Queen's New Clothes... why does this sound so familiar...?

That private message!

It turns out that wasn't a scam message after all.

Ruan Qing opened her newly repaired old phone and found the message in the trash can.

【Hello, madam. I am Jiang Wenli, the planner of the program "The Queen's New Clothes". I really like your "Dream" series of works.】

We cordially invite you to participate in the show's challenge recording. Below are the contact details for the program planners and staff...

"By the way, the scheming guy is one of the investors in this show. My grandpa asked Fu Chen to let me go and gain some experience. Now I'm going to design ugly things."

Ruan Qing offered a few words of comfort, and after returning home, she looked at the message again and again.

She searched for the show online and was surprised to find that it actually existed; she even saw Feng Xiao's name in the mentor and guest list.

Can these two—one a sugar daddy, the other a mentor—really work together?

This account is her secret base, where she goes by the name Sunny.

My design from a couple of years ago was shared in a small circle, and I didn't expect it to be so popular with the anime and manga community.

So I registered this account to share some of my clothing designs here.

At first, I just posted casually, but I never expected that three years later I would have become quite well-known in the industry.

It's a real pity. If it weren't for her connection with Fu Chen, she would have really liked to go and have some fun, since there are so many senior figures in the design industry there.

After much hesitation, Ruan Qing registered a WeChat account with a new number and entered the phone number left by the contact person.

I had just sent a friend request when footsteps began to approach.

She quickly hid her phone under her pillow and grabbed a book, pretending to read.

The next second, the door opened.

Fu Chen was wearing a dark gray bathrobe, and water droplets slid down his forehead, clinging to his eyelashes.

Seeing him approach, Ruan Qing put down what she was holding. "Why didn't you say you were coming back?"

Fu Chen sat down on the edge of the bed. "Isn't it because someone doesn't want to talk to me?"

As he spoke, he put his arm around the person who had spoken to him.

Ruan Qing touched the bridge of his nose and gently kissed his lips.

"Shouldn't I be angry that you treated me so roughly?"

The little fox hadn't kissed him for a long time, and this unusual behavior only made Fu Chen feel that she still loved him, and he couldn't bear to continue the cold war.

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and his voice deepened: "Then I'll be gentler tonight, okay?"

Before the provocative words had even faded, warm lips were already on his.

Ruan Qing was still thinking about the phone she had hidden under her pillow. Her eyes darted around, and she pushed him away with a mix of reluctance and invitation: "Brother, how about we try something different tonight?"

The two of them knew perfectly well what was different.

Fu Chen smiled enigmatically and kissed her forehead, his bulging veins supporting her slender waist as he pulled her into his arms.

Two fair legs wrapped around his waist, pressed tightly against him.

Fu Chen supported her legs. "Baby, are you sure?"

As the moment approached, Ruan Qing was also aroused by his teasing tone. She didn't speak, but just nodded slightly.

"I'll be gentle."

In the mysterious room on the third floor, the sounds of pleasure, absorbed by the soundproof walls, reflected back to Fu Chen's ears. He looked up, panting heavily, and occasionally looked down at the little fox's uncontrollable expression.

A sense of accomplishment and a desire for control filled his mind during this partner activity.

The two held hands tightly and headed towards the peak of release.