Fu Nancheng's fingertips paused as he was hit with a puff of smoke. Amidst the swirling blue smoke, the girl's clear eyes shone brilliantly, like polished pearls, dazzling and challenging him with their brightness. In a battle of equals, sparks flew. Fu Nancheng felt an itch in his throat, and then, a tickle in his heart. This clown girl from the countryside was actually quite interesting. Secretary Song said from the side, 'Madam, the president can speak more than a dozen languages. He was born with an IQ of 200. Compared to those top scorers in the college entrance examination, the president never even entered the examination room. He was directly admitted, and at 18, he went to Wall Street, the global financial center, where he quickly won his first battle. After that, he took over the Fu Corporation and took charge of the Fu family.' Secretary Song was full of admiration for her own president. Su Ci looked at the man in front of her, her cool and beautiful eyes filled with smiles, 'President Fu, you are so amazing.' Her voice was soft and sweet as she praised him. Fu Nancheng even pinched her little face, asking half-jokingly, 'What about you?' Su Ci stretched out her soft white fingers and poked his handsome shoulder, 'I can't compare to President Fu, I'm just an ordinary person.' She wasn't telling the truth. Fu Nancheng felt that beneath her indifferent exterior, she kept her distance and caution from everyone. He really wanted to peel off all her disguises and see her truest self. Now her fingers were poking him, the playful gesture of a young girl made him casually roll his Adam's apple, 'Today you helped me with translation, shall I pay you a salary?' 'No need.' 'No salary, then how about a reward?'

"What reward?" At that moment, the man's supple and slightly cool lips pressed against hers, capturing her in a kiss. Mmm! Su Ci's pupils contracted, her mind went blank; the reward he spoke of was actually this... Who exactly was this reward for? Fu Nancheng kissed her, she had been drinking milk in the private room, her lips were sweet with the taste of fresh milk, and he kept drawing it in, wanting to roll this hint of milk flavor into his own mouth. He had wanted to taste the milk she was drinking back in the private room. But she was accompanying his little nephew, watching him play cards. Su Ci's small hands pushed against his firm chest, trying to push him away, "Let me go... someone's here... your secretary is still here..." Fu Nancheng's kisses fell on her face, burrowing into her long hair, his voice hoarse, "Where is anyone? The people around me know what to do, they've already left." Su Ci glanced around, the secretary Song who had been here before had disappeared, "...don't do this..." she whispered in refusal. "Have you forgotten your own identity? You are Su Xue, my Mrs. Fu!" Fu Nancheng's narrow eyes stared deeply at her. Su Ci's struggling stopped immediately, yes, she was Su Xue, she simply could not resist, resistance would make him suspicious. Seeing that she had stopped moving, Fu Nancheng wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace, "Why so nervous, relax, you are my Mrs. Fu, it's normal for a couple to be intimate, this is my marital right, and also your marital duty, understand?"

Has he started to urge her to fulfill her marital duties again? Su Ci curled her fingers and grabbed his black shirt. He had just been intimate with her, and now was he going to be with Su Xue? She had always been puzzled why he had forced himself on her that time. "But, a few nights ago... I saw you enter the presidential suite with that little maid Su Ci, why were you with her?" Seeing her beautiful clear eyes looking over, Fu Nancheng curled his lips indifferently, "That night I had a bit to drink and mistook her for you. That little maid Su Ci, I dislike her greatly, she can't compare to you, I like you, Su Xue."