“Let her come. Next Monday, have her report to Fu Corporation.”
Su Mingyuan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Mm.”
Fu Linzhou stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
“But let me be clear—it’s only for experience.”
“I won’t change my decision about the Su Family because of her.”
“Understood, understood.” Su Mingyuan nodded hurriedly, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Sisi could be by Fu Linzhou’s side, there was a chance.
They had been together back then; they could be again.
Fu Linzhou gazed at the city outside the window, his voice cold. “Uncle Su, is there anything else?”
“No, no.” Su Mingyuan rose to his feet.
“Then I’ll be going. Monday I’ll have Sisi come report.”
He walked to the door, then turned back to glance at Fu Linzhou.
The young man stood by the window, tall and straight, like a blade drawn from its sheath—cold, sharp, unapproachable.
Su Mingyuan thought of his own heartlessness back then, and suddenly felt a deep regret.
Retribution.
He sighed and pushed the door open.
In the office, Fu Linzhou still stood by the window.
He watched below as Su Mingyuan walked out of the building and got into his car.
Su Qingsi was coming to Fu Corporation. She was coming to his side.
Fu Linzhou remembered how she had lain in bed that day—innocent and bewildered, tears on the verge of falling, and skin like snow that seemed ready to melt in his palm.
He rubbed his fingers together, savoring the memory of that touch.
If it were three years ago, he could have openly touched her, even kissed her.
But now, everything had changed.
Fu Linzhou pushed aside that inappropriate longing and told himself that letting Su Qingsi come was only out of respect for Uncle Su—only for experience.
He wouldn’t do anything to her. He already had Yirou.
Yirou was so good, so genuinely devoted to him. He couldn’t let her down.
When the right time came, he would tell Yirou that the fake contract was void.
He wanted her to truly become his girlfriend.
Monday morning, Fu Corporation.
Su Qingsi stood in front of the Fu Corporation building and walked in with the flow of people through the revolving door.
Today she wore a light purple dress that revealed her slender, fair calves.
Over it she wore a cream-colored thin trench coat, cinched at the waist with a thin belt that emphasized her impossibly narrow waist.
She looked like a wisteria blossom just beginning to bloom—delicate, pure, with a touch of unconscious allure.
The receptionist, Qiao Ruolin, looked up. Her gaze landed on Su Qingsi’s face, and she was stunned for a few seconds before coming back to her senses.
She had worked in this building for three years and had seen countless beautiful women.
Seductive ones, pure ones, elegant ones—all kinds.
But the one before her was different.
“Hello.” Qiao Ruolin stood up, her voice unconsciously softening.
“Do you have an appointment?”
Su Qingsi looked over. “I’m here to see Fu Linzhou.”
Calling him by his full name.
Qiao Ruolin’s heart skipped a beat. There weren’t many people in all of the capital who could call President Fu by his full name.
Qiao Ruolin dialed the internal line. “One moment, please. May I ask who you are?”
“Su Qingsi.”
The other end of the line was silent for two seconds before the assistant Cheng Yu’s voice came through: “Please send Miss Su up. President Fu is in a meeting—have her wait in the reception room.”
In the reception room.
Su Qingsi sat on the sofa, legs together, hands resting on her knees.
She didn’t play on her phone, just sat quietly, like an ink-wash painting.
The door was pushed open.
Cheng Yu walked in, holding documents. “Miss Su, President Fu is still in a meeting. You may need to wait a while.”
“Alright.” Su Qingsi nodded, her voice soft and sweet.
Cheng Yu took a second glance.
He had long heard that the eldest Miss Su was stunningly beautiful, and today’s meeting proved the reputation well-founded.
No wonder President Fu had broken his usual pattern and agreed to President Su’s request.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.
“Just warm water, thank you.”
Cheng Yu left, gently closing the door behind him.
Su Qingsi leaned back against the sofa, her gaze drifting to the cityscape outside the window—towering buildings, streams of traffic.
Fu Corporation’s location was prime, overlooking half the capital.
She asked in her mind: “System, will Wen Yirou come today?”
“Yes.” The System’s voice sounded.
“She’s made four dishes and a soup, and is on her way here now, wanting to surprise Fu Linzhou.”
A slight curve tugged at Su Qingsi’s lips.
A surprise?
More like a shock, I’d say.
Two hours later.
Fu Linzhou finished his meeting, loosened his tie, and walked toward the reception room.
Cheng Yu followed behind: “President Fu, Miss Su has arrived. She’s been waiting for two hours.”
Fu Linzhou’s steps faltered slightly. She’d been sitting there alone for two hours?
He pushed open the door.
Su Qingsi looked up, and when she saw him, her eyes curved into a smile, with a hint of ingratiation: “You’re done with your meeting?”
Even when a beauty deliberately tried to please, it was impossible to tell.
Just an ordinary sentence, a curve of the eyes—yet it was soft and alluring.
Fu Linzhou stared at her. “Waited long?”
“Not long.” Su Qingsi stood up.
“I just arrived.”
A lie.
Cheng Yu said she’d waited two hours.
Fu Linzhou didn’t call her out on it. He walked over to her.
The distance between them closed instantly, his tall figure casting a shadow over her.
Su Qingsi tilted her face up to look at him, her lashes fluttering, a hint of nervousness in her eyes, as if asking: What are you going to do?
Fu Linzhou rubbed his thumb and middle finger together, then pinched her cheek, testing whether it felt the same as that day.
“Sit.” He said, walking to the main seat of the sofa and sitting down first, crossing his long legs.
Su Qingsi sat as instructed, hands placed on her pressed-together knees, her posture demure.
“Your father must have told you everything.” Fu Linzhou’s gaze settled on her face.
That face was small—smaller than his palm—and now slightly lowered, appearing especially submissive.
She must know about the Su Family’s situation, and wouldn’t dare act presumptuously before him.
“Stay by my side, work as my secretary, learn a few things. It’ll help you join the Su Family business later.”
Su Qingsi looked up, her eyes clear as she met his: “Mm, Father told me. Thank you for your trouble, President Fu.”
Fu Linzhou averted his gaze. “In the company, you’re my personal secretary, reporting directly to me.”
“Cheng Yu will walk you through the basics. If there’s anything you don’t understand, ask him first.”
“Okay.” Su Qingsi agreed.
Then she asked in a small voice, “So what do I need to do?”
Fu Linzhou turned his gaze back to her.
She asked seriously, her eyes carrying the nervousness of a newcomer.
“Fetch tea and water, organize documents, arrange schedules.” Fu Linzhou’s tone was flat.
“Whatever I tell you to do, you do.”
Su Qingsi nodded, indicating she’d taken note.