Zhou Jin nodded in cooperation, 'Okay.' At this moment, Su Ci felt as if Fu Nancheng's gaze had turned to ice, ready to devour her alive. Su Ci, '...' The meal was as tasteless as wax, and after what seemed like an eternity, the three of them left the Lanting Pavilion and got into a luxury car. Zhou Jin drove personally, heading to a six-star hotel. Su Ci and Lin Jiaojiao sat in the back, finally free from the gaze of that man, Fu Nancheng, and Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a melodious phone ringtone sounded; Su Ci had a call. It was from Fu Nancheng. He was calling her. Su Ci hung up the phone without answering. At this moment, Lin Jiaojiao said, 'Ci Ci, look, is that Fu's car behind us?' Su Ci's heart tightened, and she immediately leaned over to look out the back window. A Rolls-Royce Phantom was following them; it was Fu Nancheng's vehicle. What was he doing? Why was he following them? 'Sit tight, I'm going to speed up,' Zhou Jin said, and then he stepped on the gas. Su Ci watched as Zhou Jin accelerated, and Fu Nancheng also increased his speed, changing lanes and turning smoothly, closely following. The two world-class luxury cars chased each other on the neon-lit streets, instantly becoming the most eye-catching scenery. Passersby exclaimed, 'Look, the rich are racing.' Zhou Jin, seeing that he couldn't shake off Fu Nancheng, smiled and said, 'This Mr. Fu is really persistent.'

Su Ci's heart was in turmoil, probably due to the intense pressure she felt from him behind her, which left her feeling anxious and confused. At this moment, the melodious phone ringtone sounded again; he had been calling her non-stop. Su Ci wanted to answer, but Lin Jiaojiao held her hand, 'Ci Ci, don't answer. Did we talk when he was rumored to be with Su Qianrou? Did we talk when he didn't want to be your boyfriend? He set the rules of the game himself, now let's see him sweat a bit.' ... The luxury car stopped at the entrance of the six-star hotel, and three people entered the presidential suite. Su Ci stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced down; the Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked below, not leaving. What did he want to do? Then, with a 'ding,' he sent her a WeChat message. Fu Nancheng, 'Come down.' Su Ci curled her fingers slightly, 'President Fu, I have something to do tonight, you go back first.' Fu Nancheng, 'Not coming down, huh?' His domineering and sharp tone made Su Ci frown. Ding-dong. At this moment, the doorbell of the presidential suite suddenly rang. 'Who is it, I'll go open the door.' Lin Jiaojiao opened the door, and several uniformed officers stood outside. They showed their credentials and then said, 'We received a report that there is prostitution activity happening here, we need to inspect, please cooperate.' What? Prostitution? Lin Jiaojiao looked at Su Ci in shock, 'Ci Ci, could President Fu have done this? This President Fu actually reported us for prostitution, has he gone mad?'

No one expected Fu Nancheng to pull such a stunt. What was he thinking? ... Su Ci quickly went downstairs and arrived at the Rolls-Royce Phantom. 'Fu Nancheng, did you make the report? Did you report us for engaging in prostitution?' The driver's window slowly rolled down, revealing Fu Nancheng's hand, adorned with an expensive watch, resting on the steering wheel. He glanced at her, 'Did I report incorrectly? Don't you want to engage in prostitution?' '...!' 'Get in the car and talk.' Su Ci opened the passenger door and got into the car. Half an hour later, the luxury car stopped at Fu Corporation. Fu Nancheng, gripping her slender wrist, pulled and dragged her into the president's office.