earing this, his thick eyebrows furrowed. He stepped forward and grasped her wrist, "I'll handle this.""No, I can do it myself!" Xu Qinghuan pulled her hand back from his palm. "If I didn't do it, the...Chapter 2 is Fu Yan's WeChat

Early morning, Xu Qinghuan woke up. The man beside her was still asleep, his strong arms completely encircling her. His steady breathing fell on her neck, a little itchy.

As the last vestiges of alcohol faded, reason returned in full.

What did she do

...actually slept with the CEO!

Xu Qinghuan's breath caught in her throat instantly. She hurriedly and carefully pulled away from his embrace, then scrambled out of bed, put on her clothes, packed her belongings, and fled 1501 like she was escaping for her life. She rushed to the hotel front desk and checked into another room.

When she made payment with her phone, she suddenly realized where she got the money from.

That's clearly WeChat from Fu Yan!

Several years ago at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor created a WeChat group to connect everyone. Xu Qinghuan still clearly remembers that Fu Yan was the one who took the initiative to add her as a friend. However, after adding her, he didn't say anything. She only changed his note.

Well, this turned out to be quite a mess!

She sat in the newly opened room, calmed herself for a while, then took out her phone to quit the middle school classmates group, changed her WeChat name from Qinghuan to Lily, and replaced her profile picture with a photo of a girl she found online.

Then he wouldn't know who he was!

Deleting WeChat messages seems too deliberate. Anyway, the room for 1501 was booked uniformly by the company, and you wouldn't find anything even if you checked.

After operating for a while, she finally pulled the blanket up and fell asleep.

The next morning, the alarm clock rang at the crack of dawn. Today Xu Qinghuan had to go to Han Yang Company with the manager to discuss additional funding.

This swappable bond project's current planned net worth has already fallen below the stop-loss line, and the other party is demanding additional margin, otherwise they will sell their securities assets. The situation is urgent, so their investment department was fortunate enough to get the CEO's attention and take a private jet to Wu Lin City for a business trip together.

After freshening up, she grabbed the files and hurried to the hotel lobby to meet everyone. In a short while, Fu Jiajia came down as well, mumbling dissatisfiedly, "Manager Chen insisted that we from Shengshi weren't the replenishment party. As a result, I went to the trust company to check the contract, and on the photocopy it clearly wrote his name!"

"Okay, Manager Chen is coming soon, don't let him hear us." Xu Qinghuan pulled Fu Jiajia aside and before she could speak, she saw a tall figure being escorted out of the elevator in the corner of her eye.

Fu Yan was the host.

He had changed out of the bathrobe he wore last night, now sporting a black suit that fit him perfectly. His handsome, strong eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his thin lips pressed together in a tight line as if he was listening intently to the secretary's report beside him, not sparing even a glance this way.

Fu Yan's aloofness was well-known in the business world. His profound and handsome face was always set with a sharp, noble arrogance, speaking little. That kind of pressure could make the temperature around him drop instantly.

Xu Qinghuan tried her best to recall, but couldn't overlap with the man who gently kissed away her tears last night. It seemed she had hallucinated.

"Our Fu Zong is just handsome, if I could sleep with him for a night, it would be worth dying immediately!" Fu Jiajia didn't notice Xu Qinghuan's stiffness, and said to herself, "You see, both surnamed Fu, how big is the gap between their faces Hey, Qinghuan, what are you thinking about"

As she touched his arm, Xu Qinghuan came to her senses and took a step back, wanting to create some distance from Fu Yan.

But unexpectedly, just as he and the shareholders' secretary were about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped, halting a short distance from the two of them!

He glanced down at his secretary, a subtle lift of his eyelid betraying the intensity of his gaze. Then, in a low voice, he commanded, “Find out who was staying in room 1501 last night.”

When Xu Qinghuan heard those numbers, she instantly felt like her legs were filled with lead and she couldn't move!

My head buzzed, all I could hear was Fu Jiajia beside me excitedly chiming in—

"1501 Mr. Fu, last night Xu Qinghuan lived in 1501!"he chestnuts, placing them one by one in a small box.Zheng Qiu-zhi looked at the daughter in front of her and couldn't help but ask."Did that Fu Yan's mother, not go to make things difficult for you"X...