105.The top perfumer King!

It was raining outside. The violent storm poured down. The delicate willow branches and tender flowers by the roadside were all bent down. I don't know how long it took for the storm to stop.

In the room, Fu Nancheng leaned lazily and decadently against the headboard. His upper body was bare. There were blood marks on his wheat-colored chest and back, scratched by the woman. He was covered with a quilt. He reached out and took a cigarette from the bedside cabinet, lit it leisurely, took a deep drag, and then exhaled. Through the curling smoke, he lowered his eyes and looked at the woman beside him. She curled up into a ball, far away from him, sleeping with her back to him by the edge of the bed, as if she could fall off with just a slight movement.

Fu Nancheng smoked several cigarettes in a row, then got out of bed. He gracefully put on his trousers and shirt. His deep voice was still hoarse. "Take the medicine yourself. Don't give me a child."

The girl on the bed closed her eyes and didn't respond.

"Also, don't make me repeat myself. Break up with my nephew. If I see you two together again, I'll do it right in front of him..." Before he could finish the sentence, the person on the bed pulled the quilt over and covered her pale little face.

Fu Nancheng, "..."

He didn't say anything more. He picked up the suit jacket on the sofa and left.

...

Everything returned to calm. Su Ci didn't show her face either. She closed her eyes that were red from crying and thought that it was all over. It was her fault for being a stand-in, but he had also used her as a plaything in bed. From now on, they didn't owe each other anything. She never expected that this stand-in game would end in such an unbearable way.

...

Late at night, Fu Nancheng returned to the president's office and went into the lounge. He threw down his suit jacket and lay on the bed. The WeChat group was beeping non-stop. Song Zilin and Wen Shaoqian were both asking about his dating situation tonight.

Song Zilin, "Why can't I find my second brother? It's his first date after all."

Wen Shaoqian, "It's not normal to see Nancheng at this hour. He's probably having a good time with Su Ci."

Fu Nancheng replied, "No. At the entrance of the amusement park, she tricked me into buying a strawberry-flavored ice cream and then ditched me."

Now, the group chat exploded.

Fu Nancheng put down his phone and closed his eyes. His body was filled with her fragrance, which lingered. Even though he wasn't holding her to sleep tonight, he began to fall asleep slowly.

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The next morning.

Secretary Song knocked on the door of the president's office, walked in, and reported in a low voice, "President, I just contacted the old lady in Imperial City. The old lady said that the reason for marrying Su Xue two years ago was because of a jade pendant on Su Xue."

"What jade pendant?"

"This jade pendant." Secretary Song handed a jade pendant to Fu Nancheng.

Fu Nancheng was sitting in the office chair. His expression today wasn't abnormal, but he was very cold, the kind of cold that repelled others. He took a look at the jade pendant and suddenly felt that this jade pendant looked very familiar.

"Isn't this the jade pendant that King, the top perfumer of CC, always carries with him?"

In the past few years, Fu Nancheng had been sending people to investigate this top perfumer King. At that time, the intelligence network sent a photo. It was a half-blurred figure, all in black, wearing a duckbill cap, and it was impossible to see the person clearly. However, King had a jade pendant hanging around his neck. At that time, with 3D technology for restoration and reconstruction, the jade pendant hanging around King's neck was this one. He never expected that investigating Su Xue would lead to the discovery of this King, who was elusive!

"Yes, President. This jade pendant is the one that belongs to King. But as far as I know, Su Xue can't make perfumes. That is to say, Su Xue isn't the real Mrs. Fu. The real Mrs. Fu is likely to be this top perfumer King."