The figure suddenly turned around, and Xiao Xin's pupils, which had been shrinking, gradually widened—it was Qiao Chen...

However, Xiao Xin was not very surprised, after all, Qiao Chen seemed to have been dissatisfied with Fu Yan before.

Qiao Chen adjusted his glasses and looked at Jiang Yuqing in front of him: "When do you plan to fulfill your promise?"

Jiang Yuqing, with her back to Xiao Xin, leaned against the table and glanced at Qiao Chen: "What's wrong, getting impatient?"

Qiao Chen: "What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Yuqing smiled slightly: "What's the rush? Aren't you and Yu Muqing getting along really well?"

Qiao Chen frowned: "You were following me?"

Jiang Yuqing's smile faded, and she stood up and walked towards the French windows: "I don't have time to follow you. It's all over the Fu Group. You guys are having so many scandals at the company, no wonder the news got to my ears."

Qiao Chen curled his lips and turned to walk to Jiang Yuqing's side. "The Fu family is in crisis. This should be the most advantageous time for me to seize power. Why did you choose to help Fu Yan?"

Jiang Yuqing glanced at him and said, "You haven't gone crazy from being in a relationship, have you?"

Upon hearing Yu Muqing's name, Qiao Chen abruptly looked away from his face.

He and Yu Muqing were not in a romantic relationship. Even though the words he said when he was in love were very sweet, they were just words spoken in the heat of the moment.

Afterwards, Yu Muqing remained cold towards him.

It seems he...didn't really enter Yu Muqing's heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Yuqing turned her head to look at him and asked, "What's with that pained expression on your face? Did I touch a nerve?"

Qiao Chen composed himself and said seriously, "Young Master Jiang, I'm not here to discuss personal matters with you..."

He needs to bring the Fu family under his control as soon as possible, instead of being in a passive position and being led by the nose by Yu Muqing.

Jiang Yuqing laughed, "Don't rush, I haven't had enough fun yet."

Qiao Chen raised an eyebrow: "Do I have to wait until you're done playing?"

Jiang Yuqing saw the anger in his eyes: "What, you want to use the same tactics you used on Mu Qing on me?"

Qiao Chen looked at him coldly: "..."

Jiang Yuqing poked his shoulder with her finger: "So what if you have something on me? You'll still have to kneel down and beg me to help you deal with the Fu family, won't you?"

"Don't worry, once I've had my fill of fun, you'll get your share..."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Qiao Chen's ear, resting his hand on Qiao Chen's shoulder, and whispered, "If you piss me off, we might as well all die together?"

Qiao Chen tightened his fingertips and gritted his teeth.

After calming down, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait until you've had your fun, but don't keep me waiting too long."

Xiao Xin got the gist of it and left the doorway before Jiang Yuqing and Qiao Chen went out.

Back in the hall, everyone was chatting happily.

Xiao Xin casually took a glass of champagne from the waiter next to him, tilted his head back and took a sip to calm his racing heart.

His mind was filled with the conversation between Qiao Chen and Jiang Yuqing.

How did these two get together?

Moreover, from their conversation, Xiao Xin vaguely learned that Jiang Yuqing seemed to have some kind of leverage over Qiao Chen.

Xiao Xin had a gut feeling that the incriminating evidence was definitely related to He Yunzhou.

After finishing his drink, Xiao Xin placed the glass on the table.

The alcohol temporarily calmed Xiao Xin's panic, and she turned her head to see the strawberry cake next to her.

It tastes just like the ones Fu Yan used to make for him, I just wonder what it tastes like...

The pastry chef noticed him staring blankly at the cake he was making, so he handed him a piece: "Sir, would you like to try this? It's a new Christmas treat."

Xiao Xin glanced at his smiling face, couldn't bear to refuse, and took it without saying thank you.

The cake was covered with strawberries, topped with a chocolate "Merry Christmas" design, and had a small Santa Claus next to it.

Xiao Xin took Santa Claus to the table, scooped up a spoonful, and tasted it.

The pastry chef asked from the side, "How does it feel?"

Xiao Xin nodded. "It tastes very good."

However, it wasn't Fu Yan who made it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xin's eyes darkened. Fu Yan had become a young master again. Would he still be able to make cakes?

Xiao Xin felt a lump in her throat, picked up the spoon and ate the cake in a few bites, barely managing to hold back the tears that were about to spill.

Seeing that he had devoured a piece, the pastry chef thought he had made a delicious dish and handed Xiao Xin another one.

Xiao Xin smiled and waved her hand: "No need, thank you."

After he finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave when he saw Mo Xuan standing in front of him.

Xiao Xin took a step back, accidentally tripped over the chair, lost his balance and was about to fall backward, but Mo Xuan grabbed his arm in time to prevent him from falling so badly.

Xiao Xin steadied himself and sat back down in the chair.

As soon as Xiao Xin looked up, she met Mo Xuan's ambiguous smile, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

His eyes darted away, and he pointed to the desserts next to him, asking Mo Xuan, "Are you here for dessert?"

Mo Xuan hooked Xiao Xin's chin with his index finger, staring meaningfully at the ring of cream on his lips, then suddenly laughed, "Xiao Xin, why do I think you're so cute even when you're eating cake?"

His smile annoyed Xiao Xin.

He impatiently pried Mo Xuan's hand off his chin: "If you're not going to eat, then let's go."

As Mo Xuan straightened up, he glanced sideways and caught sight of Fu Yan walking towards him, and—the strawberry cake he was carrying.

Mo Xuan seemed to realize something, and suddenly pushed Xiao Xin's shoulder, pressing him back into the chair.

Xiao Xin was stunned for a moment, and then Mo Xuan hooked his chin and kissed him.

Fu Yan stood a meter away from the two of them, and was so shocked that he froze on the spot.

The warm, wet tongue stud brushed against Xiao Xin's lips, and he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his head.

Before he could even curse, Mo Xuan was pushed to the ground by a large hand.

Xiao Xin looked up at the "instigator" and found that Fu Yan's neck was already red with anger.

Fu Yan unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, loosened his tie, and stretched his wrists.

He stared intently at Mo Xuan, who was lying on the ground, looking ready to fight.

Mo Xuan fell to the ground, stuck out his tongue and licked the cream off his lips, then provocatively beckoned to Fu Yan with his finger, "Come on."

Fu Yan sneered, "Are you really not afraid of death?"

Seeing the two men's posture, the people around them were instantly frightened and scattered, retreating in all directions.

Fu Yan grabbed Mo Xuan by the collar and straddled his waist.

Just as the clenched fist was about to land on Mo Xuan's face, Xiao Xin grabbed Fu Yan's wrist: "Fu Yan!"

Fu Yan looked up at Xiao Xin, his eyes moved slightly, "Relax, I have to beat this scumbag to death today."

His chest heaved violently; he was furious.

Seeing his furious expression, Xiao Xin's brows furrowed even more. "Fu Yan, can you please stop making a scene?"

Fu Yan suddenly laughed in anger, "I'm not kidding? He just treated you like that..."

"What does it matter to you what he did to me?!" Xiao Xin shouted angrily, tears welling up in her eyes.