Of course it’s genuine!
Ji Ran clenched her little fist, swearing earnestly.
“Sis, which prominent family in the capital are you from? You can ask around—I’ve lived with Fu Jingyuan for five years! I know him best!”
In this group of eleven people, Ji Ran basically knew everyone’s identity.
Only one person was rather mysterious—the one who offered ten million. Her profile picture was a cute little rabbit, and her WeChat name was fxs.
This fxs didn’t respond to Ji Ran’s assurance. Instead, she went silent and started lurking in the group.
“Sisters, take a look. I’m going to start now. Here’s the basic information about this man.”
“Fu Jingyuan, male, 27 years old.”
“Birthday: September 3rd, Virgo, height 189 cm. He’s a neat freak and has strong controlling and domineering tendencies.”
“He absolutely loves minimalist black. His formal suits are all custom-made black, and even the big bed in his bedroom is black!”
“You have no idea—that big bed of his is so rigid. Every time I go into his bedroom, I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“Wow, Ji Ran, you’re so lucky! You’ve even been to his bedroom?”
“So envious.”
“Envious +1. I want to get on that big bed too. Doing that on it must be thrilling!”
Just imagine the atmosphere—the black bed, the man in a black suit, that 189 cm double-door physique. Wow!
The group was all sisters, and with everyone chiming in, the conversation quickly veered off track.
And since they were all close girlfriends, the chat soon turned a bit risqué.
From Fu Jingyuan’s physique to his skills in bed.
Ji Ran blushed furiously as she read the messages on her end. These people were just imagining things, but she had actually experienced it firsthand.
To boost Fu Jingyuan’s appeal, she repeatedly assured them.
“Sisters, this man’s skills are pretty good. His abs are rock-hard. You can rest assured!”
“How do you know?”
The young lady from the Sun family suddenly asked, “Ji Ran, you wouldn’t have peeked, would you? He’s your family’s Uncle Fu! And how do you know his skills are good?”
These questions made Ji Ran’s face burn with embarrassment.
Even though he was her uncle, they weren’t related by blood at all!
And she had tried it that night—the man was actually quite… impressive in that regard.
But she definitely couldn’t say something like that.
“Ji Ran, you didn’t sneak a taste first, did you?”
“Yeah, Ji Ran, you have to tell us the truth! How do you know?”
For a moment, the group exploded, with everyone pressing Ji Ran for answers.
The young girl’s face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she was so frightened she almost wanted to throw away the phone that felt like a hot potato.
At that moment, even the mysterious fxs sent her a question mark.
This question mark seemed abrupt, as if she was gritting her teeth over their topic!
“Is it appropriate for Miss Ji to lead people into discussing such private matters?”
“I had no idea Miss Ji was so dissatisfied with his black bed. May I ask what color bed Miss Ji prefers?”
What did it matter what color bed she liked?
“Let’s skip this topic, okay? Skip it.”
“As for Uncle Fu’s… that aspect, I was just guessing. You can use your imagination.”
The sisters in the group teased Ji Ran a bit about her evasiveness and then let it go.
Only that fxs kept pressing the earlier topic: “Miss Ji, would you like to try it with him?”
“I think he probably wouldn’t disappoint you.”
“You still haven’t told me what color of big bed you like. You’d better tell me the style too.”
Ji Ran wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination.
Why did she feel like this fxs seemed less interested in Fu Jingyuan and more interested in her instead?
Ji Ran casually replied, “Pink, I guess. Preferably with two pink bunny ears on the headboard, and the bed piled high with pretty dolls! Anyway, I absolutely won’t allow any black on my bed!”
Little did Ji Ran know, every word she said was being printed out by Secretary Zhang.
Fu Jingyuan looked at the filthy language in the chat group, his face darkening with anger.
He even wanted to report the group and have it shut down!
But these were all preserved evidence. When it came time to settle the score, not a single one of those little girls would get away.
“Secretary Zhang, go order a custom bunny bed! Also, have a few plush carrots made for her and pile them all over her bed!”
“Yes, President Fu!”
So she likes bunny beds, does she? Fu Jingyuan was going to replace the black big bed in the bedroom right now!
When the time came, the little bunny would only have to cry with red eyes on the bed!