What? Fu Nancheng is Fu Jue's uncle? This is too much of a coincidence. "Uncle, this is my classmate Su Ci. Su Ci has always liked me, and today she even wrote me a love letter. I'll read you the love letter she wrote," said Fu Jue as he took out a love letter from his pocket. Su Ci was stunned. When did she write a love letter to Fu Jue? It must be a prank by a classmate, who wrote a love letter to Fu Jue in her name. At this moment, Fu Jue began to read the love letter with great emotion, "Dear Mr. Fu, I really like you. I like your sexy thin lips and want to kiss you. I like your six-pack abs and want to strip off your clothes. Although I am ugly, I am very gentle. Please let me be your girlfriend. Signed, Clown Girl Su Ci."

"Su Ci..." Su Ci looked up, instinctively glancing forward. The man seemed to have just concluded a business meeting, dressed in a black overcoat with a matching black suit underneath. A pricey tassel lapel pin was pinned to his suit, shimmering with a brilliant luster. Now his long, slender hands were on the steering wheel, turning, accelerating, and changing lanes with fluid movements. Perhaps it was the blatancy of the love letter, or perhaps he sensed her gaze, but Fu Nancheng looked up, his dark, narrow eyes faintly meeting hers through the rearview mirror. Their eyes met. Thump thump thump. Su Ci's heart suddenly accelerated, and she dared not meet his gaze, for when she did, she remembered that night in the hotel room, his hand tightly gripping her soft waist, his eyes staring at her. Fierce and sinister, yet surging with a crimson tide of passion, like a man looking at his woman. Su Ci shifted her gaze, suppressing the urge to kick Fu Jue out of the car, she snatched the love letter from his hand, "Shut up!" Actually, Fu Jue had noticed Su Ci a long time ago. Many people at T University mocked her, but she was cool and composed, a very special presence. "Clown girl, I didn't expect you to like me so much. Alright, let's start dating. From now on, you're my girlfriend." Fu Jue reached out to put his arm around Su Ci's fragrant shoulders. Just as Su Ci was about to react, a piercing brake sound rang out, and Fu Nancheng pulled over to the side of the road. "Fu Jue, get out of the car." A deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear. "Uncle, I'm not there yet." "Broken leg? Run a few steps yourself."

... Fu Jue was very afraid of this uncle, he let go of Su Ci, 'Clown girl, see you tomorrow, I'll take you on a date tomorrow, Uncle, goodbye.' Fu Nancheng stepped on the gas and left. Now there were only the two of them left in the luxury car, the man didn't speak, and Su Ci sat very reservedly. A quarter of an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Garden. Fu Nancheng got out of the car, followed closely by Su Ci. At this moment, the man's deep magnetic voice sounded again, 'Don't mess with my nephew.' Su Ci looked up at him, the man's indifferent and ruthless figure had already disappeared into the Imperial Garden. Su Ci lowered her feathers, he must think that love letter was written by her, does he think she is a bad girl who likes to provoke men? ... Fu Nancheng finished dealing with documents in the study and then returned to his room. He lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep. The lingering fragrance on the bed had completely dissipated, without the fragrance, he began to suffer from insomnia again. Fu Nancheng pinched the bridge of his nose and dialed the phone, 'Ask the young mistress to come upstairs.' Su Xue downstairs jumped for joy, she hurriedly found Su Ci, 'Su Ci, my husband asked me to go upstairs, tonight I'm going to sleep with my husband!'