Chapter 12: When It Comes to Tactics, I Can’t Compare to You

Feng Yu cast a cold glance at him and mercilessly exposed him, saying, "Mr. Fu, how can I compare with you? You'd rather sit in the private room on the second floor watching the show for half a day than come down to give me a hand."

"In terms of schemes, no one can match you. If I remember correctly, Liye Group is your rival, right?"

Fu Qianchen hooked his lips and laughed. Staring at her, he said, "Do you think he is worthy of being my rival?"

Feng Yu was filled with confusion.

Actually, she couldn't quite understand this man's maneuvers.

He used her and the identity of Mrs. Fu to sign some projects.

These projects were all beneficial to a small company she had never even heard of. Coincidentally, the business this small company was engaged in was the same as that of Liye Group.

What on earth was this man's identity?

He even looked down on Liye, one of the top-ranked Fortune Global 500 companies in the industry.

But no matter what he wanted to do, they were partners, weren't they?

The moment she entered the restaurant, she had seen him sitting right opposite her on the upper floor.

And it was impossible for him not to have seen her.

Yet he just watched coldly from above as others got her drunk and drugged her.

This man was truly detestable!

"Are you angry?"

Fu Qianchen laughed. He reached out and tilted Feng Yu's chin, saying, "You ungrateful woman. If I hadn't gone there today, how could I have seen you being drugged and then had your wine glass replaced? And how could I have conveniently stopped the security guards to let those paparazzi you had arranged in?"

Feng Yu was a bit surprised.

She had thought he was just watching the show, but she never expected that he had been secretly helping her.

"I don't need your help at all. Even if you hadn't come today, I wouldn't have suffered any harm from drinking that glass of wine," Feng Yu said with a pout.

Fu Qianchen recalled her profile. He had sent people to investigate her, but the real situation of this woman was completely the opposite.

She had been locked up in the Feng family since childhood and never left home. How could she be so delicate-minded?

"Such things are for men to do. A girl shouldn't get her hands too dirty," Fu Qianchen said. "Even if I don't consider you as my wife, would I not help you if you gave the order?"

Fu Qianchen joked.

Feng Yu pursed her lips and looked up at him. "Mr. Fu, I do need your help with something right now."

It was rare for a beauty to ask for help. Fu Qianchen was in a pleasant mood. "Go ahead."

"Pull over up ahead. Thank you."

"..."

"Are you going to kick me away so soon after crossing the river?" Actually, Fu Qianchen wasn't interested in women in general.

But for some reason, he was full of curiosity about this woman in front of him.

It wasn't just because everything about her was the opposite of what was in the profile. More importantly, there was a unique charm that attracted him.

Looking at her maturity that didn't match her age, he couldn't help but tease her.

He really liked her sometimes innocent and sometimes calculating appearance.

"I'm hungry. I'm going to have a bowl of fried rice with eggs. You can't go to the food stall with me, can you?" Feng Yu looked at the bustling street food being cooked under the open-air shed outside and then looked back at Fu Qianchen.

The driver almost burst out laughing.

What was their young master's status? How could he possibly go to such a roadside stall?

"Why not? Pull over," Fu Qianchen slightly hooked his lips. "It's only right for me to accompany you for a meal and a drink."

...

Fu Qianchen's figure was even more impressive than that of a supermodel. Wearing an expensive black shirt, he looked sexy and noble. The mysterious mask on his face couldn't conceal the kingly aura emanating from him.

When he sat down at this night stall, passers-by couldn't help but take a second look.

Beside him, Feng Yu was wearing a lovely dress. Her thick black hair hung straight down, and her delicate little face was astonishingly beautiful even without any makeup.

Even with two bowls of fried rice with eggs and some skewers of barbecue in front of them, these two didn't look like they were there to eat. Instead, they seemed like they were there for a movie shoot.

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