"No reason, Mr. Fu, I'm not worth it, don't waste your time on me," Su Ci said before leaving. However, Fu Jue followed behind her. "Mr. Fu, why are you following me?" "That person doesn't look like a good guy, I'm afraid he might come back to harass you again. I will stay here tonight to keep watch, you go inside," Fu Jue said stubbornly. "As you wish." Su Ci entered the villa and closed the door behind her. ... Inside the room. After taking a shower, Su Ci came out and looked down through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fu Jue's Ferrari sports car was still parked outside, standing guard. The young man's heart was pure and fervent. She dared not accept it. Could not afford it. Because she could not reciprocate with equal love. He would meet a better girl in the future. Su Ci got into bed and closed her eyes to sleep. ... At this moment, 80,000 feet above, in the presidential suite of a six-star hotel abroad, Fu Nancheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a black suit, a handkerchief tucked into his pocket, his bangs combed up to reveal his chiseled forehead and handsome, three-dimensional features, exuding the aura of a business elite. "President, this is the information we just investigated. This Li Chong was sentenced to prison ten years ago, served nine years, and was released not long ago. He's a street thug, always idle." "At that time, Miss Su was still very young, all the trial records were sealed for protection and could not be disclosed. We only found this photo."

Secretary Song handed over a photo. Fu Nancheng took it in his hand, and he saw the ten-year-old Su Ci. It was very cold then, winter had set in, and people behind the court were wearing down jackets, but the ten-year-old Su Ci was dressed in a dress that had been washed to a pale white. The dress was loose and ill-fitting, making her look extremely frail. Her right cheek had just been slashed by a knife, and the doctor had stitched dozens of stitches, like a bright red centipede crawling on her face, ugly and glaring. However, her small face showed no expression, she didn't cry out in pain, she hadn't cried, her clear black and white eyes were extremely cold, and also revealed a trace of imperceptible numbness and fragmentation. The ten-year-old Su Ci, just crashed into his eyes so fiercely. He knew she had always been playing ugly, but he did not know that she really had scars on her face. She had been hurt very, very badly. Fu Nancheng held this photo, and couldn't help but raise his hand, gently touching her scarred little face. She was very cold by nature, never opening her mouth to ask others for anything, never seeking help when encountering trouble, she kept her heart tightly closed, never opening up to anyone. Fu Nancheng looked at the ten-year-old Su Ci, for the first time so close to her. "President, the internet is boiling now, the entry 'let Miss Su... roll back to the countryside' is still steadily topping the list, and that beastly stepfather is also entangling Miss Su, shall we have someone deal with it?"

Fu Nancheng didn't speak; he took out his phone, and indeed, it was still empty. She never initiates contact with him. Fu Nancheng dialed her number...

Su Ci lay in bed, sleepless. The quilt was so cold, devoid of any warmth, making it impossible to fall asleep. Suddenly, a melodious ringtone sounded; someone was calling. Seeing the name "Fu Nancheng" dancing on her phone screen, Su Ci's heart skipped a beat. Why was he calling her? They hadn't been in touch for the past few days, after all, it was over. Su Ci pressed the button to answer, 'Hello, President Fu.'