The scent suits her perfectly. Su Ci looked up, her bright and clear eyes meeting his. The man slightly lowered his tall frame, trapping her between the washbasin and his embrace. He had the grace of the moon and the charm of a mature man, witty but not vulgar. Su Ci turned around, pushing against his firm chest with both small hands, 'President Fu, please behave yourself!' 'President Fu, President Fu, you seem to like calling me President Fu. My secretary told me that when you called, you said "President Fu" and then hung up. Later, when I tried to call you back, you didn't answer. What's the matter, huh?' His words carried a hint of mockery. Su Ci's fair little face instantly flushed. This man was too sharp, having already seen through her embarrassment at that time, and now he was teasing her. She remained silent. Fu Nancheng reached out and pinched her delicate chin, forcing her to look up at him, 'Did Song Zilin give you trouble?' She wasn't feeling aggrieved before, but now with his question, her eyes turned red, 'Young Master Song came to take revenge for you, thinking that I, a clown girl from the countryside, was seducing you, not worthy of you. In fact, I have never seduced you; he is wronging me.'

Su Xue always forced her to be a stand-in. Apart from acting as a stand-in at night, she never actively seduced him when she was Su Ci. Why did he and his friends always wrong her by accusing her of seducing him? Look, she even felt wronged. She didn't seduce him, so who slept with him on the first day he returned to the country? She didn't seduce him, so who always pretended to be Su Xue and climbed into his bed to sleep in his arms? She seduced people without knowing it. Fu Nancheng looked at her tearful, reddened eyes, the pure and clean pupils rippling. This sense of fragmentation tickled him. His protruding Adam's apple moved up and down, and he coaxed her half-truly, half-jokingly. His thumb, covered with a thin callus, reached her rosy lips, rubbing back and forth forcefully, 'I got it, he wronged you, now that I'm back, I'll beat him up for you to vent, okay?' What did he mean? Every word he said indicated that she didn't seduce him, but put together, it seemed like she was indeed seducing him. He was just pandering to her, playing with her. Now he was wiping her red lips, as if... playing with her lips with his fingers. Su Ci's little face turned red and white, realizing that he was not only lustful but also lecherous. She pushed his big hand away, frowning in discomfort, 'President Fu, let me go!' 'You already call me President Fu, if I just let you go like this, wouldn't it be disrespectful to this title? Su Ci, I helped you with your grandmother's matter, now I want you to repay me.' 'How do I repay you?' Fu Nancheng raised an eyebrow, the overly three-dimensional handsome man exuded a bit of charm, 'What do you think, what do you have that you can use to repay me?'

Su Ci's tender little face was emitting heat, 'I don't know.' 'Then shall I give you a hint?' His gaze fell on her rosy lips, staring intently. The next second, his tall and handsome body slowly pressed in, closing in on her red lips. What was he going to do? Kiss her? He hadn't been drinking tonight, had he? He wasn't mistaking her for Su Xue, was he? He really was going to kiss her, kiss her, this little clown girl from the countryside? Their breaths were almost intermingling, his sexy thin lips were right in front of her, almost touching. Su Ci thought about pushing him away, but he moved his head to the side first, his two strong arms passing by her, turning on the faucet behind her to wash his hands. 'Thought I was going to kiss you?' His teasing voice sounded above her head.