President Li wasn't in a hurry, just smiled and said, 'President Fu, I'm just telling you this news, after all, she is your niece, not mine, right?' Fu Nancheng, '...' This President Li kept saying that Su Ci was his niece, and he hung up the phone directly, his handsome brows already furrowed. At this moment, Secretary Song said, 'President, the car is ready, we should head back. You have to attend the Su family's birthday party tomorrow morning, and the news that Su Xue will be Mrs. Fu will be fully disclosed.' Now Fu Nancheng's brows furrowed into a 'Chuan' character, because if it weren't for Secretary Song's reminder, he would have forgotten about the Su family's birthday banquet, forgotten about Su Xue, forgotten that he had a wife, Mrs. Fu. Now his eyes and heart were all on that little maid, Su Ci! From the moment he saw her at the bar, his attention was drawn to her. Why? Why is it always like this? What exactly is the attraction that Su Ci has for him? Fu Nancheng forcibly pushed Su Ci out of his mind, that woman had nothing to do with him, what he needed to focus on was Su Xue, his wife, Mrs. Fu. Actually, he had long seen through Su Xue's little tricks, she just wanted to make it public. But since she is his woman, he would naturally satisfy all her requests. Now he has to go back, attend the Su family's birthday banquet tomorrow morning, and see his wife, Mrs. Fu. As for Su Ci, let her play with whatever man she wants. 'Let's go back.' 'Yes, President.'

Secretary Song followed the man respectfully. But after taking a few steps, the man in front suddenly stopped. Secretary Song asked with confusion, 'President, what's wrong?' Fu Nancheng's complexion was as dark as water, and with a fierce tug of his large hand, he turned and went back. ... Fu Nancheng found the corridor and soon heard Su Ci's scream coming from one of the rooms, 'Ah!' He strode forward, rushed into the room, and saw Su Ci's slender body already pinned under Ji Shao. This scene infuriated him, his eyes bloodshot. Fu Nancheng reached out his large hand, grabbed Ji Shao's collar from behind, and pulled him down. He swung his fist and smashed it into Ji Shao's face. This Ji Shao was already unconscious, having been knocked out by Su Ci. It's just that his body was too heavy on top of her, and she couldn't push him away for the moment. The unconscious Ji Shao took several punches, his face covered in blood. Su Ci didn't expect Fu Nancheng to come, nor did she expect him to hit Ji Shao. A man as noble and aloof as him actually resorted to violence. When he fought, he was fierce and ruthless. Ji Shao lay unconscious on the carpet, and Fu Nancheng kept punching him, one fist after another. His arm in the black shirt was sharp and tense, exuding a chilling ruthlessness. He seemed to be beating the person to death. 'Fu Nancheng, stop hitting him, he's already unconscious, if you keep hitting him, you'll kill him!'

Su Ci jumped off the bed and shouted loudly. Fu Nancheng seemed not to hear and continued to hit people. Secretary Song had already rushed over. Seeing his boss hitting people like this, he stiffened. He had never seen his boss lose control like this before. Su Ci watched with a pounding heart. Without thinking, she pounced forward and hugged Fu Nancheng's lean waist from behind. "Enough, Fu Nancheng, stop hitting!" The girl's soft and fragrant body pounced on him, and Fu Nancheng staggered. Soon, he wanted to shake her off. But Su Ci held him tightly, coiling around him like a little water snake. After several rolls in his throat, his blood-red eyes finally regained some clarity. He glanced at Secretary Song by the door, "Deal with this place." "Yes, boss." Fu Nancheng grabbed Su Ci's slender wrist and dragged her into the bathroom.