Looking at the photo, Su Wan'er smiled eerily. She would not allow anyone to be above her, especially this clownish girl! ... Su Ci found an excuse to bid farewell to Fu Jue and hurried back, but because she was in too much of a rush, she accidentally bumped into a man with a big belly. "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Su Ci apologized, then ran into the hotel. She removed the scar on her face in the restroom, revealing her cold and stunning little face. She couldn't change out of her school uniform, but Su Xue was also a student at T University, and moreover, she was the campus beauty there, so it was normal for her to wear this uniform. Taking a deep breath, Su Ci arrived at the door of room 6901. She had to get back that jade pendant, so tonight she came to be a stand-in again. She thought that last time was the last time she would be a stand-in, but unexpectedly, here she was again. She raised her hand and pressed the doorbell with a 'ding-dong'. Soon the door opened, and it was Secretary Song. Secretary Song said respectfully, "Madam, the president is working inside." Su Ci walked in. Fu Nancheng was in the study, sitting at the office chair and reviewing documents. "Then I won't go in and disturb him," Su Ci said, sitting down on the sofa. She saw several documents on the coffee table and asked, "What are these?" "Madam, these are a few French documents that need to be translated, and the translator hasn't arrived yet." Su Ci had nothing to do, "I'll translate them." Secretary Song was surprised, "Madam, you know French?" Su Ci smiled, "Let me give it a try." Half an hour later, Fu Nancheng finished his work. He looked at Secretary Song, "Has the person arrived yet?" "They have."

Fu Nancheng walked out and saw Su Ci. The girl was sitting on the wool carpet, earnestly translating a French document. She had a good figure, with her youthful curves gently pressing against the edge of the coffee table, her slender white legs curled to one side. Whether standing or sitting, there was no gap between her legs, her posture exquisitely flawless. Fu Nancheng inexplicably remembered what Song Zilin had said in the private room, about someone having the most beautiful legs in Ye City. Weren't Su Ci's legs even more beautiful than those people? But she always played ugly, deliberately hiding her own brilliance. Su Ci was immersed in her work when a large hand holding a cigarette reached out, snatching the document from her hands. A man's deep magnetic voice sounded, 'Did you study French in university?' He was here. Su Ci looked up at his sharp and handsome face, 'No, I'm just learning for fun.' Fu Nancheng curved his lips, glancing at her translation, which was accurate without a single mistake, and the key points were even highlighted with different pens. She could learn on her own without being inferior to the translators in his Fu family. He remembered she was just a clown girl from the countryside, and country folks hadn't seen much of the world, but she was really an exception. Fu Nancheng reached out to pinch her little face, pulling it close to his eyes. He liked looking at her colorful little face, too beautiful, excessively stunning. He was also a man, with men's weaknesses, liking beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. Her face was right in line with his aesthetic preferences, what he favored. Fu Nancheng took a puff of cigarette, blowing the smoke all over her little face, curving his lips and laughing low, 'How many languages do you know?'

He blew smoke at her again. Did he enjoy this? Su Ci raised her willow leaf eyebrows and leaned closer to the cigarette in his fingers. 'What are you doing?' Fu Nancheng lifted his hand higher, presumably afraid of burning her. Su Ci leaned in, opened her mouth, and took a puff from where he had smoked. Then she tilted her little face up and blew all the smoke from her mouth onto his handsome face, 'How many languages do you speak?'