"What?" She looked shocked. "You must be joking, right?"
Fu Jingchen's expression remained serious as he countered, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
"...No," she shook her head and denied it.
But hearing him say something like this truly caught her by surprise.
"You're making me feel like I'm some kind of femme fatale who brings disasters to the nation," she couldn't help but tease.
"If Mr. Yao finds out, he'd definitely think the same."
"He wouldn't dare," President Fu said solemnly.
"Alright, alright, I get it—he wouldn't dare. It's late, I want to go home and sleep now."
"I'll take you home," he said, "The driver is waiting outside."
"Alright."
...
When he dropped her off at the doorstep, Fu Jingchen called out to her.
"Aren't you going to invite me inside for a chat?"
The man's gaze was unfathomable, as mysterious and distant as a dark night, making anyone who met his eyes want to sink into them.