What did they hear? There was actually a girl calling 'husband' in their boss's phone! The president was called 'husband'! Oh my God, not only does the workaholic president play with his phone at work, but there's also a girl in his phone who calls him 'husband'. Who is their boss? He is an unapproachable and lofty figure, but now, this lofty flower has been completely brought down from his pedestal. Fu Nancheng also realized that this 'husband' had been overheard by others. He turned his head, and his eagle-like narrow eyes swept displeasedly towards the senior executives. "President, we didn't hear anything. The work is done, we'll be leaving first." The senior executives hurried out with their documents. Only he was left in the office. Fu Nancheng listened to the 'husband' again, and then sent a message, "Send me a selfie." He thought calling 'husband' was enough, but he even asked for a selfie. Su Ci, "Husband, let's skip the selfie, the lighting here is very dim." Fu Nancheng, "Want to see you, not okay?"

"Okay! No need to ask her, if he says it's okay, then it's okay! Su Ci is now lying on the accompanying bed. Since there are no outsiders here, she is wearing a floral small strappy top. Although it's not revealing, she still grabs the quilt and covers it under her armpits, then turns on the camera, takes a selfie of herself, and sends it over. Ding. The photo arrives. Fu Nancheng opens it, and the girl reveals half of her little face. Her porcelain-like little face slips into cream under the bright yellow light, with a bit exposed below, her dewy shoulders hooked with two thin straps, faintly seeing the floral small strappy top, the girl's black hair is scattered, pure and tender, innocence to the extreme. Nothing more below, covered tightly with the quilt, for fear that he might see. Fu Nancheng curves his lips, his throat like rolling charcoal, and he types a few words. Su Ci opens it, he says, 'Fishing for me?' What does that mean? Su Ci's face turns red, 'I don't understand what you mean.' Fu Nancheng, 'Pretending.' Su Ci pulls the quilt over, covering her entire red face that's steaming hot, this President Fu is really... lecherous. After a while, she sends another message, 'I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first.' A few seconds later, he replies, 'Good night."

Tonight's companionship service finally came to an end, and Su Ci placed her phone beneath the pillow. She realized that the tasks for this stand-in were becoming more and more numerous; initially, it was just accompanying for sleep, and now it included chatting as well.

Soon, Su Ci calmed down. He had always thought she was Su Xue, so he was actually chatting with Su Xue.

Did he chat with Su Xue like this every time?

It seemed that he really liked Su Xue. ...

In the president's office, Fu Nancheng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, looking at her photo, and then he clicked to favorite it, saving her photo in his phone.

He strode into the lounge and began taking a cold shower. ...

The next day, the Fu Family's banquet officially commenced. This was a prestigious event that rocked the entire Ye City, and Su Ci had no interest; she also did not have an invitation to attend.

Originally thinking that this matter had nothing to do with her, her phone rang—it was a call from Fu Nancheng.

Why would he call her at this time?

Su Ci pressed the button to answer, "Hello, President Fu."

"Su Ci, come to the banquet now and return my watch," the man's deep and magnetic voice came through.

Why return the watch now, of all times, during the Fu Family's banquet?

Su Ci was taken aback; she had not thought of attending the Fu Family's banquet.

"I'll wait for you," he had already hung up the phone. Su Ci, "..."

She could only take a taxi and head straight to the Song Family Hotel.