Fu Nancheng was looking for her to blend fragrances? Su Ci thought for a moment, then replied... ... In the study of the Imperial Garden. The temperature on Fu Nancheng's body had plummeted because Su Ci had hung up his phone. She dared to hang up on him. He dialed again, and the phone prompt came through, 'Sorry, the number you dialed is out of service area.' He tried dialing two more times, but got the same prompt. 'Mr. President,' Secretary Song cautiously spoke up, 'you shouldn't call anymore, Miss Su's phone won't connect.' 'Why?' 'Because... it seems Miss Su has blocked you.' Blocked him? Fu Nancheng had never been blocked before, his dark eyes instantly turned to ice, and his handsome face darkened to the point where it seemed cold water could drip from it. This ignorant little maid! Secretary Song was sweating coldly with fear, but out of professionalism, he could only comfort, 'President, Miss Su is no longer your little maid, it's normal for her to hang up on you if you call.' As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Nancheng's gaze killed him—can you speak or not, if not, shut up! Secretary Song immediately shut his mouth. At this moment, the phone rang, a reply from CC Perfumes had arrived. 'Mr. President, CC has replied, she said... said...' 'Why are you stuttering, have you really lost the ability to speak?' 'CC said she's very busy right now, if the president wants to blend fragrances, he needs to make an appointment with her secretary and wait in line.'

"What? Seeing that their president's complexion was no longer presentable, Secretary Song immediately said, 'Mr. President, it's true that CC is very busy, with many orders, so it's understandable that they have us wait in line.' Fu Nancheng's gaze once again drifted over, 'You'd better not speak anymore, get out!' Secretary Song ran off in a flash; indeed, these days no one seems to want to hear the truth. Now, only he was left in the study. Fu Nancheng felt a sense of frustration, unsure whether it was caused by CC or by that little maid, Su Ci. He had seen fearless people before, but there seemed to be an unusually high number this year. Fu Nancheng stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, from where he could overlook the entire city's nightlife. Now he stood at the pinnacle of wealth, power, and status, rarely affected by anyone or anything, possessing a calmness and restraint beyond that of ordinary people. But who knew if an unexpected turn would come tomorrow? To him, that little maid Su Ci was like an unexpected intrusion into his life. He found his mood beginning to be swayed by her, a very bad sign. It was better that she left; there would be no more intersections between them in the future. Fu Nancheng left the study and said, 'Where is the young mistress? Let her into my room.' 'Master, the young mistress just returned to her parents' home. I heard that her mother took a fall, and she hurried back to take care of her.' Su Xue had been scared off, and since Su Ci was not around to tempt her husband, she could take the opportunity to leave first and return when she got the CC perfume. Fu Nancheng furrowed his eyebrows slightly, 'I see.'

He returned to the master bedroom, took a cold shower, and went to bed, but tonight the night seemed exceptionally long, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He began to miss the scent of the girl's body, the fragrant softness of her bones as she slept in his arms, and the passionate kiss from last night... ... The next day. Fu Nancheng went to the company first, where the atmosphere at Fu Corporation was gloomy, as everyone felt that their president was in a bad mood, and no one dared to stir up trouble. Someone found Secretary Song and asked quietly, 'Secretary Song, who has upset our big boss?' 'Probably just a little maid.' A little maid? Oh, my god, everyone immediately conjured up a love story titled 'The Big President Falls for the Little Maid'! After work, Fu Nancheng drove to the Yipinlan Villa to see Fu Yingying. He entered the password to open the door, and as soon as he walked in, he heard Fu Yingying's giggles, 'Cici, stop, don't run, I really have something good to show you, it's something I only share with good friends.' 'No!' Su Ci ran while looking back at Fu Yingying, and soon she bumped into a pair of firm chests.