He hadn't left yet.

A few hours ago, he started bothering me, begging me to remove his phone number and WeChat from my blacklist, and also asking Ouyang to persuade me to go see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor with him.

I didn't even look at him directly at the time.

"I had a flat tire." Fu Yanshen was already beside me.

Remembering something, I turned to him, giving him a cold look. "You did it."

That scoundrel! He tried to play dirty tricks on me again, deliberately damaging my tires so I'd ride in his car.

He looked completely innocent. "You mean...me? I'm not that bored. If you don't believe me, you can check the security footage."

Ha, he's just pretending!

I glanced at my watch. This is the outskirts of Beijing. It would take an hour or so to drive back via the elevated highway. I don't have much time.

The dinner party that evening was for the bigwigs of the film crew's investors; it would be very impolite to eat there.

Fu Yanshen: "In a hurry? Take my car back. It's not convenient to call a taxi here."

The people who come here are all wealthy ladies; nobody takes a taxi here, and taxis and ride-hailing services don't come this way.

"Let's go, get in my car," Fu Yanshen said, reaching for my hand.

I avoided his touch, glared at him, pressed the car lock, opened the trunk, took out the toolbox, and prepared to change the spare tire myself.

When I was young, Ji Yan and I also did off-roading.

There was a spare tire hanging on the Jeep's trunk door. After I put down the toolbox, Fu Yanshen quickly grabbed the jack for me and closed the door.

"Fu Yanshen, I don't need your help. Please leave." I said coldly.

The man's dark eyes scrutinized me. "You just finished grooming yourself and smell nice, and now you're going to a business dinner smelling like engine oil?"

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to reveal amazement and admiration.

Having just finished a full-body spa treatment, I was indeed enveloped in the fragrance of essential oils, wearing a deep maroon velvet dress with a black suit jacket over it, and sporting big, wavy curls—exquisite from head to toe.

This outfit isn't suitable for working either.

I rolled my eyes at him, then waved to the security guard at the main gate of the clubhouse courtyard.

I'll pay him to change my spare tire.

Hearing there was money to be made, the security guard's eyes lit up. "Great!"

He was about to agree when he suddenly looked at Fu Yanshen beside him and said, "Miss, I'm so sorry, but we have rules here, and I can't leave my post without permission."

He was intimidated by the dog-like man's sharp eyes and aura!

I glared at him, annoyed.

“This kind of unprofessional approach could lead to a situation where the screws aren’t tightened properly and the wheel falls off halfway down the road. That’s extremely dangerous,” he said, looking at me with a serious expression.

"He's not a professional, but you are?" I shouted sarcastically at him.

The man looked down, took off his mechanical watch, put it in his pocket, and then took off his trench coat and handed it to me.

“Of course I’m a professional.” He smiled. “A professional at serving our young lady like a slave.”

I:"……"

What a shameless scoundrel!

Time was of the essence, and I couldn't afford to waste any more time with him. I took his trench coat and the shirt cufflinks he had unbuttoned.

The man rolled up his shirt sleeves, walked to the car, and used a wrench to unscrew the spare tire hanging on the trunk door. His movements were skilled and professional, and his expression was focused.

This guy, when he wears a suit, is aloof and ascetic, but when he takes off his suit and picks up tools to work, he exudes a rugged, testosterone-fueled charm.

Realizing I was admiring him, I turned away and picked up my phone to check my emails.

These past few days, whenever I think about how he gave his heart to someone else and the child he miscarried, I feel so angry that I want to tear him apart.

I understand that the child was an accident. He had been using contraception in his past life and even had his tubal ligation done in this one. Who could have imagined...?

But I still resent him.

"hiss……"

Hearing the pained gasp, my nerves tightened.

Fu Yanshen had already changed the tire and stood up. Several of his fingers, which were covered in engine oil, were bleeding, as if they had been run over by something.

How could you be so careless, not even wearing gloves while working?

He looked up and met my gaze. "It's nothing."

I scoffed and tossed his coat to him. "Who cares about you?"

After saying that, I opened the driver's side door and got into the car. As soon as I sat down, Fu Yanshen got into the passenger seat.

"Don't you have a car?"

"You want me to drive myself?" He gestured to his injured hand. "Okay, I'll drive myself."

After saying that, he was about to get off the bus.

You scoundrel, are you trying to pull a self-inflicted injury ploy on me?

I just didn't have the heart to stop him. Besides, he could have just made a phone call and the driver would have come to pick him up.

He got out of the car, and I started the engine.

The wheels were already moving when he quickly got back in, sat in the passenger seat, slammed the door shut, and looked at me with a disgruntled expression.

He stretched out his arm, his oil-covered hand reaching for my head, and I immediately glared at him.

He obediently withdrew his hand.

"How cruel," he complained. "That dog, Joe Joe."

"Fu Yanshen, get out of here!" He still had the nerve to complain.

"Good Qiaoqiao, good Qiaoqiao, you're so gentle with me!"

Seeing his hurried pleas for mercy, I stepped on the gas and focused on driving, ignoring him.

Fu Yanshen then took out purified water and a towel to treat the injury on his finger.

"Ye An'an hasn't been lying to you anymore, has she?"

After treating his injury, he looked somewhat serious and asked me a question.

Unlike his carefree, smiling face just now.

"She advised me to stay away from you, you scumbag. If you can scumbag her, you can scumbag me too," I replied calmly.

Fu Yanshen rubbed his forehead with one hand, "This lunatic."

"You even hit her? Her family has such a powerful background, aren't you afraid her grandfather will come after you?" I asked casually.

Fu Yanshen took out a nicotine gum from his pocket, bit into it, and then said, "Her grandfather is eager for her to give up on me so that she can marry someone who can politically help the Ye family."

"I suspect that Ye An'an used to have someone she liked, but they were separated. For some reason, her memory is confused, and she remembers me instead."

Listening to Fu Yanshen's words, I was both shocked and not surprised.

In wealthy families, there is no such thing as freedom of marriage; children are merely tools for realizing the family's interests.

Two years later, I learned that Ouyang and her ex-husband had also been separated, and what caused their marriage to fall apart was the death of their daughter.

And I am their daughter who was "dead".

That's a story for another time.

I arrived at the hotel entrance on time, but before I could park, I handed the car keys to the doorman.

As soon as I entered the hotel lobby through the revolving door, Fu Yanshen caught up with me, saying, "I'll go with you to the business dinner."

I stamped my foot. "No, we don't need to."

He's really like a piece of chewing gum now.

Fu Yanshen didn't follow me anymore, and I went straight to the luxury private room on the second floor.

The moment I pushed open the door to the private room, I was stunned.

Under the dazzling giant chandelier, a young man in an exquisitely handmade suit sat at the head of the table, his expression gentle and his demeanor refined.

He looks more mature and composed now that I haven't seen him for more than two years.

It turns out... he's the big boss behind Chenhe Group.