Spoiled Sparrow

Oops!

I accidentally blurted out what was on my mind.

Upon realizing this, Ruan Qing immediately withdrew her grin and manually muted her microphone.

She looked at Fu Chen, and surprisingly, he wasn't angry.

Did he change his ways after escaping death?

Ruan Qing stood up and changed the subject: "You haven't eaten anything, have you? Do you want to eat now?"

Fu Chen nodded: "If you feed me, I'll eat."

"Then you might as well go hungry." Ruan Qing immediately sat down, pointing at him and saying righteously, "Respected Mr. Fu, I have no obligation to serve you."

Fu Chen squinted, frowned, and hissed.

Then he started reminiscing about the old days.

"Sigh, in the winter when someone was nineteen, she suddenly developed a high fever. Who canceled their project and returned home overnight? Who personally took care of her? And who, as soon as they recovered, immediately wanted to—"

"stop!"

Ruan Qing interrupted him, gritting her teeth: "Fine, I'll feed you, okay?"

She looked at Fu Chen's smug expression and felt a burning hatred in her teeth.

It's an old story from so many years ago, why bring it up again?

Back then, she was young and naive. It was this damned man who was walking around in front of her wearing a revealing nightgown. As a young girl who had just lost her virginity, how could she resist such temptation?

Looking back now, it's clear that the innocent little fox fell into a trap carefully set by the big bad wolf.

As Fu Chen watched her angry retreating figure, his tense body immediately relaxed.

It seems she really is a good remedy.

Ruan Qing walked into the living room and looked around but couldn't find Chen Yan.

Turning my head, I saw a neatly arranged nutritious meal on the table.

There was a note underneath: Sister-in-law, this is Mr. Fu's meal. Thank you for your help.

Alright, since we're already here, let's see this through to the end.

Ruan Qing brought in the food and set up the dining table on his bed.

"Eat up, Mr. Fu." She handed him the chopsticks. "That's all I can serve you. Eat quickly so I can go home. I'm so sleepy."

Fu Chen took the chopsticks, straightened up with difficulty, and ate little by little.

He kept his eyes on the person dozing on the sofa bed, then put down his chopsticks and let the person in.

With a single glance from him, the man tactfully took the remaining food out and closed the door behind him.

Ruan Qing lay down without realizing it, half-asleep with her eyes closed, and casually grabbed the blanket from the sofa bed and covered herself with it.

He went to meet the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep) the next second.

The familiar scent of the blanket enveloped her, and she slept soundly until dawn.

She reached out and touched her phone, thinking she was at home.

After confirming the time and getting up, I was startled when I opened my eyes and saw Fu Chen.

"Why did I dream about him again...?"

She muttered something unconsciously before she came to her senses; this wasn't a dream.

She pulled off her pajamas that had climbed up to her chest and her pajama bottoms that were stuck at the top of her thighs, put on her coat, and dragged her still-sleepy legs out the door, saying, "Goodbye."

She opened the bedroom door and bumped right into Chen Yan, who had been working on company business all night. "Hey, sister-in-law—"

Before she could finish speaking, she rushed toward the front door in a great hurry.

Chen Yan, puzzled, turned to look at Fu Chen, who was grinning broadly.

Tsk.

He stepped forward, handed over the organized incident documents, and reported the results of the handling.

"Several CEOs who joined the company after Mr. Fu demanded that he attend the shareholders' meeting. According to the investigation, they were secretly acquiring scattered shares and openly resisting Mrs. Lan's behind-the-scenes control of the company, demanding that Mr. Fu come out of retirement."

Fu Chen frowned and raised his hand to signal him to continue.

Chen Yan: "I held an online meeting using a voice changer as you instructed. So far, no one dares to openly resist, but they are all talking about your half-month-long vacation."

"The news leaked by the media has caused quite a stir in the industry, and the stock has been on a downward trend for nearly half a month, but it is still relatively stable overall."

Fu Chen looked up, his chest heaving: "Time is running out. How's the investigation into the He family going?"

Chen Yan: "There has been progress, but it still needs time to dig deeper."

"Those guarding the He family reported that He Xunnan's parents rarely leave their home and live in that villa. If they do go out, they always wear masks and hats, as if they are trying to conceal their identities."

The masks and hats were to cover their faces; both of them were good-looking, and the only reason they wore them was to avoid being recognized.

Fu Chen recalled a line of small print on that old newspaper: "Wife dies of depression, man commits suicide for love..."

Things are getting more and more interesting.

Fu Chen: "...Do as I say."

After hearing this, Chen Yan was shocked and admired President Fu's idea. If it were true, it would be too...

*

Ruan Qing stepped into the elevator and looked at herself in the mirror. Soon, the elevator doors opened to both sides.

Without warning, I met a pair of sharp eyes.

She pulled her coat tighter around herself and said awkwardly, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

He Xunnan's gaze, scrutinizing her from head to toe, made her extremely uncomfortable.

How could he be like this? How could such a gentleman have changed?

He Xun Nan spoke coldly, his voice extremely low: "Where did you go?"

"Morning run." Ruan Qing said with a forced smile as she stepped out of the elevator. "If there's nothing else, I'll go in first."

He Xunnan watched her enter the room, then his gaze returned to the elevator buttons.

He clearly remembered that the elevator came directly up from downstairs.

Ah, the seventh floor.

Ruan Qing felt uneasy after entering the room. He Xun Nan's gaze had made her feel particularly uncomfortable, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"Wait, how did he get up to the eighth floor?"

You need to swipe a card to access the elevator to your floor.

Ruan Qing remembered the empty room next door, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck her. She immediately ran to the study and turned on the computer.

She switched to the surveillance footage from the night before when He Xunnan drove her home. After she entered the room, He Xunnan looked up and stared intently at the monitor.

Ruan Qing stared at him in the surveillance footage, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

Although he didn't do anything, his gaze really frightened her, as if he knew she would watch the surveillance footage.

She paused for a moment, then looked back.

Sure enough, He Xunnan went into the apartment next door.

For a long time, she was unable to calm down.

Why didn't He Xun Nan tell her that he had rented the house next door?

But if he intended to hide it, why would he look up at the surveillance footage?

Ruan Qing couldn't understand it, and she didn't dare to think about it.

She put down her computer and took a deep, restless nap.

I opened my eyes, my whole body ached, and I had a dream that I had been beaten up.

I turned on my phone, and message pop-ups started appearing one after another.

She swiped her phone screen and saw an unread message from He Xunnan.