Su Ci's nostrils suddenly flared with a sharp ache; all the emotions she felt were actually given by Madam Fu. Madam Fu was truly kind to her. But she didn't deserve it. She wasn't Madam Fu's real daughter-in-law at all; she was an impostor. Su Ci now felt a bit afraid that Madam Fu would learn the truth. If Madam Fu knew the truth, she would surely dislike her. No one likes a lying little swindler. "Okay, Mom, let's get in the car, I'll drive." The Ferrari sports car pulled out, and Madam Fu, sitting in the passenger seat, happily rolled down the window, letting the evening breeze blow in. "Ci Ci, is this car easy to drive?" Su Ci nodded, "It's very easy to drive, but Mom, this car is too expensive." Madam Fu immediately comforted her, "What's the big deal, Ci Ci? It's your husband's money, and your husband has plenty of money." Su Ci's hand twitched. "Ci Ci, we women should be sensible. If your husband has too much money, you should share the burden for him. Remember, a home with a wife who spends money will have a husband who works hard to earn money. You should help each other succeed." Su Ci, "..." "Ci Ci, let's go this way, straight to Fu Corporation to see Nancheng and give him a surprise."

Mrs. Fu pointed out a road. Go to the Fu residence? No way. Su Ci's mind wandered, and just as she encountered a red light, the car in front of her suddenly stopped. She reacted too late and sharply turned the steering wheel. Bang, with a sound, the newly bought Ferrari crashed into the guardrail, sending sparks flying. It's over, she's caused trouble! Su Ci glanced at Mrs. Fu, who was also looking at her, both of them still in shock. 'Mom, what... what should we do?' 'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we'll call Nancheng and have him come over to deal with this for us,' Mrs. Fu said, taking out her phone. 'Mom, will Nancheng... scold us?' 'It's okay, it's okay, later mom will stand in front of you to protect you.' Mrs. Fu's hand holding the phone kept trembling. ... Fu Corporation. Fu Nancheng had an important project to discuss today; Mr. Smith from abroad had flown to Fu Corporation, and both parties were to sign a contract. Fu Nancheng was reviewing documents when Secretary Song approached, handing over a bill, 'President, the lady just swiped her card for twelve million.' Fu Nancheng's handsome brows twitched; he knew his mother was always frugal, not to mention twelve million, even spending one point two million was rare for her. In fact, all the descendants of the Fu family were low-key and simple, like Fu Yingying, who had always kept her identity as a Fu family heiress a secret, living an ordinary life. 'What was bought?' 'A Ferrari sports car, given to Miss Su Ci.' Fu Nancheng looked up from the documents and glanced at Secretary Song. Secretary Song continued to report, 'Today, the lady went to pick up Miss Su from work, and now Miss Su is driving the sports car, taking the lady for a spin.'

Fu Nancheng was silent for a few seconds, then curved his lips into an ambiguous smile. These two people were spending his money, truly enjoying themselves immensely. 'Understood,' he continued to review the documents. 'Mr. President, Mr. Smith has arrived.' ... VIP conference room. Fu Nancheng and Mr. Smith stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows discussing a collaboration. Today, Fu Nancheng was dressed in a silver-gray suit, exuding an air of noble coolness. He spoke in a pure British accent, whispering with Mr. Smith, his sophisticated cold demeanor fulfilling all imaginings of a dominant CEO. Executives from both companies, each wearing blue plaques around their necks, were earnestly reviewing the collaboration contract. The grand business setting was intimidating, deterring anyone from approaching casually. At this moment, Secretary Song hurried in and approached Fu Nancheng.