She asked him in a soft voice what he was doing, her girlish tone sticky and somewhat ambiguous, as if resisting yet also welcoming. Fu Nancheng's voice was a bit hoarse, 'What, it's okay for you to dance with other men in the bar's dance floor, but not with me holding you?'

That day in the bar's dance floor, he wanted to wrap his arm around her waist and dance with her. She danced very well, her body so soft and boneless that it instinctively followed every beat of his. If someone said she hadn't learned to dance, he wouldn't believe it for a second. Could she really be just a clown girl from the countryside? What was that all about? He still had the nerve to talk about the dancing incident at the bar, Su Ci glared at him. At this moment, a pair of eyes burning with jealousy were fixed on the two people in the dance floor, she was Su Wan'er. Su Wan'er watched as Fu Nancheng danced with Su Ci, Fu Nancheng, a man who had received the most orthodox education of a wealthy heir, danced with not a single misstep in his feet, an elegance and nobility that shone from deep within his bones. And Su Ci was no worse, her graceful and slender body, learning dance from who knew where, fluttering and dancing by his side. The expensive suit on the man and her blooming rose dress entangled together, intimate, charming, a pleasure to the eye. Everyone in the hall was watching them dance. She had prepared for so many days, the man she was determined to win, now had been taken away by Su Ci, this clown girl from the countryside. Su Ci became the focus of the entire venue, stealing the show, while she became the backdrop, something that had never happened in Su Wan'er's life. How could such a proud person swallow this insult? Her long nails were already digging into her palms, Su Wan'er was too unwilling to accept this, she couldn't believe she had lost to a clown girl. She refused to accept it! The old lady Su beside her was also shocked, 'How could President Fu really dance with Su Ci?'

"This Su Ci is the granddaughter she looks down on the most, how come now... Oh no, even grandma is paying attention to this clown girl. Could it be that this clown girl is going to steal grandma's favor as well? Su Wan'er immediately gave her mother, Chen Lian, a look, and Chen Lian nodded, indicating that she knew what to do. At this moment, the music reached its finale, and the dance ended. Clap clap clap. A wave of applause erupted. Fu Nancheng let go of Su Ci. "President Fu!" Chen Lian immediately stepped forward and said loudly, "President Fu, please wait a moment, you really don't know what kind of person Su Ci is. Normally, family shame should not be spread abroad, but I'm afraid President Fu will be deceived, so I can only reveal the shameful things Su Ci has done." What shameful things? Everyone quickly pricked up their ears. Su Ci looked at Chen Lian, guessing what this auntie wanted to say. She curled her red lips and kindly advised, "Auntie, I advise you, it's better not to say some things out loud." "Su Ci, are you scared? You don't want me to say it, but I will, last Friday night, right in this Song's Hotel, you checked into a room with a bald old man!"

Last Friday night, at the Song Hotel... Secretary Song recalled for a moment and then stiffened. Didn't Miss Su spend the night with their president that evening? Secretary Song looked at Ms. Chen Lian in utter shock. My goodness, how dare she call their president a bald old man? Their president had such thick hair, how could he possibly be associated with the description of a bald old man? It's over! Sure enough, Fu Nancheng's steps halted, and his eagle-like cold eyes shot straight at Chen Lian. At this moment, the fearless Su Jun also chimed in, 'President Fu, this matter is absolutely true, we even have photos on our phones.' Su Jun took out his phone.