mtl008 Chapter 157 Fu Chengli becomes a resentful man seeking revenge on a scumbag woman.
Chapter 157 Fu Chengli becomes a resentful man seeking revenge on a scumbag woman.
Fu Chengli seemed to be thinking: "I know the owner of this house very well and I know the password. Is there a problem?"
An Ying: "I thought you were too busy to come today, so I asked Li Xiuzhe to help."
Fu Chengli lazily sat down on the sofa, looking completely relaxed.
"Today was a bit busy; I just came straight from the acquisition meeting, but..."
Fu Chengli paused for a moment: "If it were any other man helping you move, knowing that you're a girl living alone, I wouldn't feel at ease either, wouldn't I, little cousin?"
An Ying glanced at him.
He was clearly the most dangerous man.
Fu Chengli patted the empty seat next to him with his long, slender fingers, his tone lazy and carefree.
"Come and sit."
An Ying walked over without any suspicion, thinking that Fu Chengli was going to talk to her about the acquisition meeting.
She stood beside the sofa, but dared not get too close.
For some reason, lately, An Ying has felt an invisible force pushing her toward Fu Chengli.
It was as if she wasn't allowed to struggle.
Seeing that she didn't sit down for a long time, Fu Chengli lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.
Why are you hiding? Are you afraid I'll eat you?
An Ying: "......."
Fu Chengli reached out to her, hooked her wrist, and pressed her down onto the sofa.
An Ying tumbled onto the soft sofa and saw Fu Chengli lying down with his head resting on her lap.
An Ying's heart suddenly pounded nervously.
She looked down at the man on her lap: "Um, cousin, if you want to rest, you can go to the bedroom, or... or I can find you a cushion to lean on, it won't be comfortable for you to rest your legs on it..."
Fu Chengli said slowly, "It's comfortable, don't move."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and lay down comfortably on An Ying's lap to sleep.
An Ying was speechless. His own home was upstairs; if he wanted to sleep, why didn't he go home to sleep?
The house was quiet; in the large living room, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.
An Ying could only take a few deep breaths to steady her breathing, afraid that her strong heartbeat would give away her presence.
She looked down at him, a strange feeling stirring within her.
It seems like this is the first time I've observed his face so closely.
Fu Chengli has striking features and looks very much like his mother, Yin Mei.
In addition to his superior physique and long legs, he always stands out in a crowd.
These past few days, An Ying has been busy moving. Fu Chengli told her not to pay too much attention to company matters lately, and to just leave some routine chores to her assistant to handle step by step.
An Ying may seem detached, but she is actually well aware that beneath the seemingly calm surface of the Fu family business, undercurrents are surging.
Shuwen would tattle on An Ying every day, like a little sparrow.
"Sister Ying, Lai Yuqiang got a real slap in the face at the CEO's office today, hahaha."
"Sister Ying, I'm worried because I heard from HR today that the director position is going to be changed."
"Sister Ying, it seems like the company is planning something big. I see the departments next door are working overtime to prepare acquisition plans."
An Ying lowered her eyes and stared at Shu Wen's message on her phone screen, her mind racing.
The leak incident may be over for now, but the aftermath is far from over.
As An Ying grew closer to Fu Chengli, she gradually figured out his temperament.
He never openly threatened or made empty boasts to the enemy.
Fu Chengli is the kind of person who smiles all day long, but turns around and coldly uproots and eliminates any potential threats.
Although we know that Lai Yu-Chiang was causing trouble inside, she almost caused a multi-billion dollar energy project to fail, which is a huge hidden danger.
It would be far too lenient to fire him so hastily.
He wanted to use this incident to completely seize control of the Fu Group from Fu Haidong.
They have huge ambitions.
An Ying had little contact with Fu Chengli before, and she only began to understand many things about him recently.
For example, the heir of the Fu family has not been decided. Old Master Fu has three biological sons, one biological daughter, and one adopted son.
It remains to be seen which child will ultimately inherit the throne.
For example, Fu Chengli, the eldest son of the Fu family, did not have a good relationship with Fu Haidong. Fu Haidong favored his younger son who was studying abroad.
Aside from Grandpa Fu, there was no one else he could rely on, not even his own father.
After a car accident when he was eighteen, Fu Chengli lay in the hospital, hovering between life and death, and almost lost his life.
The Fu family chose to keep quiet and not investigate the cause of the car accident, instead burying the matter.
They acted as if nothing had happened.
No one cares about his feelings, and no one gives him justice or an explanation.
Despite his glamorous public persona, Fu Chengli was actually all alone in the Fu family.
An Ying felt a strange pang of heartache.
Wasn't she all alone with An Weiping?
From childhood to adulthood, An Ying suffered countless grievances from An Weiping and Xu Mei.
Watching other families being all warm and loving, I felt like an outsider being ostracized.
How did Fu Chengli manage to rise from such adversity and climb to his current position step by step?
She knows this feeling of loneliness all too well.
An Ying raised her hand and gently smoothed Fu Chengli's short hair from his forehead.
Suddenly, Fu Chengli opened his eyes and stared straight at An Ying.
I saw the tenderness in her clear black eyes.
rare.
An Ying was stunned, feeling like she had been caught stealing.
She subconsciously looked away, pretending to look out the window.
Fu Chengli smiled, clearly intrigued.
"Spying on me?"
"No."
"You saw it."
"Not really."
"do I look good?"
"........"
An Ying pursed her lips, too lazy to continue arguing with Fu Chengli, and pushed him off her lap.
"Get off me, my legs are numb."
Actually, her legs weren't numb; it was her body that was going numb.
An ambiguous atmosphere.
An ambiguous conversation.
Sometimes An Ying really forgets that Fu Chengli is a mature man.
A man she had already kissed, hugged, and embraced.
Fu Chengli chuckled softly.
"I slept surprisingly well."
An Ying's face flushed red instantly, and she grabbed a cushion from the side and threw it at him.
Fu Chengli raised his hand, caught the flying cushion steadily, and then tossed it to his side.
"Hey little cousin, your brother found you such a nice house, and instead of thanking me, you're throwing things at me?"
An Ying thought for a moment and said, "Cousin, I will definitely thank you properly, I promise."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "An Ying, do you know how many promises you owe me?"
An Ying was taken aback.
Fu Chengli pulled a cigarette out of the pack with his long, slender fingers and lazily bit it on the corner of his mouth.
"You promised me a candlelight dinner, you promised to play golf with me, and you promised to cook for me..."
Fu Chengli detailed An Ying's "crimes".
He suddenly stopped, didn't continue speaking, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.
An Ying: "......."
She suddenly felt as if she had truly become the kind of scumbag that people talked about—all talk and no action.
Fu Chengli became a "resentful man" demanding repayment from a "scumbag woman".
He glanced at An Ying with a sly look: "You little scumbag, please keep your word first."
An Ying nodded silently.
She's not a jerk.
She's the kind of woman who, once she sets her mind on someone, will want to be with them for a lifetime.
It's just that she had bad luck with people before, and ended up with Lu Qiyao.
An Ying said, "I'll cook something delicious for you today."
Fu Chengli, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, instinctively imagined her cooking a lavish meal and teased, "Is it edible?"
An Ying said seriously, "I'm a very good cook. When I was with Lu Qiyao, I often cooked for him..."
Fu Chengli's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a cold snort.
As An Ying was speaking, she glanced up at Fu Chengli's face.
Why did his face suddenly turn pale?
A thought suddenly flashed through An Ying's mind.
No way, could this be the legendary...?
An Ying stared intently into Fu Chengli's deep black eyes.
"Are you... jealous?"