jdhmnovel Chapter 139 Well Done
Chapter 139 Well Done
The slap came suddenly.
None of the people present expected this.
Including Du Sheng himself.
He clutched his aching cheek, exclaiming in astonishment, "Holy crap?! Do you even know what day it is today?! You dared to hit me?!"
An Ying's expression was icy: "What, do I have to pick a day to beat you up?"
Although Wu Xiatong didn't know what was going on, she still signaled to the person holding the camera to stop immediately.
I wonder if anyone online saw that slap.
Wu Xiatong nervously rubbed her hands together.
Unexpectedly, An Ying, who usually seems easy to talk to, actually has a bad temper.
An Xiaoxiao stood aside, watching the spectacle with amusement.
She was hoping things would escalate.
The situation reached a stalemate.
Ding-dong-
The elevator door on one side opened.
When Wu Xiatong saw her boss arrive, she quickly went to greet him.
"Mr. Fu, you've arrived."
Fu Chengli nodded, glancing at An Ying.
Then look at Du Sheng, who is covering his face.
He asked in a cold voice, "What's going on?"
Wu Xiatong whispered, "The interview and live stream were going well, but that Du family member insisted on disrupting things and said strange things to An Ying, forcing the live stream to be interrupted, and then..."
Seeing that Wu Xiatong was stammering and not continuing,
Fu Chengli's face turned cold: "And then what?"
Wu Xiatong: "An Ying slapped him."
Fu Chengli walked straight in front of An Ying, shielding her behind him, and said coldly:
"Du Sheng, I called you here not so you could crash my place. If you still can't learn your manners, I'll have your brother come and take you back!"
Du Sheng covered his face, wanting to retort with insults, but saw Fu Mingyi standing to the side wink at him.
The words of insult were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.
Du Sheng gritted his teeth, his anger flaring.
Damn, this crappy place, Beicheng, is nowhere near as carefree as Yuncheng.
An Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back any longer: "Cousin, you've misunderstood President Du. He was just joking with An Ying. An Ying couldn't take a joke and started hitting people. The clip of her slapping him might have been seen by netizens. If you don't believe me, go online and see for yourself. This is all trouble An Ying brought upon herself..."
An Xiaoxiao talked for a long time.
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Shiling pouted and interrupted, "What the hell? What kind of cousin is he? How disgusting! What right do you have to call him cousin? I'm his real cousin!"
Fu Shiling gets angry whenever she sees An Xiaoxiao.
An Xiaoxiao opened her mouth, wanting to argue about something.
Fu Chengli said sternly, "What's all the noise about? This is unbecoming."
The noisy scene instantly returned to calm.
Wu Xiatong very astutely dispersed the people around her.
Du Sheng waved his hand, seething with anger, and went straight to the bar. He asked the waiter to pour him a glass of whiskey, which he downed in one gulp.
Fu Chengli stared intently at An Ying, who remained silent.
She was eerily quiet today.
She kept avoiding his gaze.
This is not normal.
Fu Chengli grabbed her wrist and walked towards the lounge.
An Ying tried to break free of his wrists: "What are you doing?"
The attempt to break free failed.
Fu Chengli pressed her down onto the sofa in the lounge.
He knelt on one knee, half-squatting in front of her, staring into her eyes.
"You really hit him?"
An Ying hummed in agreement.
This serious tone... is he here to interrogate me?
Fu Chengli then asked, "Which hand did you use to slap him?"
His voice was much softer than it had been when he was furious.
An Ying looked down at the man who was half a head shorter than her, and said in a low voice:
"Right hand."
Fu Chengli grabbed her right hand and held it in his palm.
He said, word by word, "Well done."
An Ying was taken aback.
He then looked away.
"No need for Mr. Fu to trouble himself. I was the one who slapped him, and I will take responsibility for the consequences. If there are any problems with the interview, I will contact the public relations department..."
Fu Chengli frowned.
Did she take the wrong medicine today?
Fu Chengli, too lazy to listen to her rambling, interrupted her directly: "What's wrong? Why are you unhappy?"
He thought for a moment, then said half-jokingly:
"Was one slap not enough? Then I'll drag that bastard Du Sheng in here so you can kick him a couple more times?"
An Ying stared at him blankly.
Without saying a word, Fu Chengli took out his phone and made a call.
"Bring Du Sheng here..."
An Ying was stunned. Was he serious?!
She stared wide-eyed and shook her head vigorously.
Fu Chengli saw her shaking her head, her hair flying wildly in the air.
He forced a smile and asked, "Are you sure?"
An Ying started nodding vigorously again.
Fu Chengli then hung up the phone and got up to sit next to An Ying.
"What strange things did Du Sheng say to you that made you slap him? I know you don't usually resort to violence lightly."
An Ying lowered her head.
Fu Chengli reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
"Huh? Don't talk?"
His voice was low and deep.
An Ying's ears felt a little hot.
He whispered in a voice barely audible to himself:
"He asked me who benefited the night I drugged him."
Fu Chengli was taken aback.
He then smiled and released his grip on An Ying's chin.
"What did you say?"
An Ying: "He didn't say that I hit him."
Fu Chengli stared at her, his eyes deep.
He pursed his lips and said in a lighthearted, teasing tone, "Why don't you tell the truth?"
An Ying glared at him fiercely.
How can I explain this?!
To announce to the world that they have an ambiguous and unclear relationship?
Fu Chengli was not angry in the face of An Ying's "angry glare".
He slowly lit a cigarette and said in a nonchalant tone, "You're quite composed."
An Ying looked at him, puzzled.
Fu Chengli exhaled a cloud of white mist and said quietly, "Today's celebration banquet was actually held to reach a later strategic cooperation agreement with DW Bank. You've been in charge of the QS project for a while, so you should know the value of this cooperation."
Fu Chengli flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "With the help of DW Bank's huge financial reserves, I want to take back all the projects that the Fu family has invested in in Yuncheng in the past."
"The Fu family's businesses are being restructured, and your future work will involve a lot of collaboration with DW Bank, so you must be here today."
An Ying nodded thoughtfully.
Fu Chengli changed the subject, tilting his head to look at An Ying, and said in a teasing tone:
"So many people are begging to come to this arena of fame and fortune today, but you, on the other hand, haven't uttered a word. I had to send Chen Xi, like a spy, to shove the invitation into your hand before you would even agree to come."
"As a result, they arrived and immediately beat up the younger brother of the Crown Prince of Yuncheng."
"I still have to clean up your messes."
What were clearly words of reproach sounded more like a joke coming from his mouth.
Fu Chengli stared at An Ying's fair profile, raised an eyebrow and asked, "How are you going to thank me?"
An Ying recalled Qin Jinchuan saying in the car earlier that day that Fu Chengli was a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and that she was just a pawn in his game, and also said...
He also said he loved his white moonlight even more.
But what about Fu Chengli's blatant favoritism towards me during this period?
An Ying gazed into Fu Chengli's deep black eyes.
There's a question on my mind that I desperately want answered.
Fu Chengli also noticed An Ying's strange gaze.
"Fu Chengli."
Upon hearing this, Fu Chengli froze for a few seconds.
Did you hear me wrong?
Was she calling him by his full name?
In the past, we would awkwardly call him "cousin" or "General Manager Fu".
Fu Chengli's eyes crinkled with amusement, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile: "Hmm?"
An Ying slowly began to speak:
"do you like me?"