"I wanted to ask you about your girlfriend today. Would you mind telling me whether Xu Qingran's suicide was related to Miss Song?"
The female reporter waited a long time for a reply, and couldn't help but repeat herself.
A cold laugh reached my ears.
Meeting the man's gaze, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
His legs involuntarily took a step back.
The collar, which was deliberately unbuttoned, was pulled back slightly, revealing a large expanse of skin.
However, the man's eyes didn't even glance at her; they were devoid of any warmth.
"Orange Entertainment?" Fu Wenzhou chuckled lightly, glancing at the microphone in her hand.
The female reporter felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of that seemingly kind and gentle smile.
The smile on her lips froze on her face, and she stammered, "Yes... I'm Zhou Ting, a reporter from Orange Entertainment. Could you... could you answer my question?"
A hint of disdain flickered in the man's eyes as he said with a half-smile, "I'll remember you."
Zhou Ting froze, and her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the man's noble and handsome face.
The fear I felt earlier vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of smug satisfaction.
Zhou Ting believes she is both talented and beautiful. Over the years, she has dated several powerful men, and she even had a relationship with the young master of the Gu family.
The only person she had ever met was this Mr. Fu, whom everyone in Beijing's elite circles feared; she had only seen him twice in all her years as a journalist.
Zhou Ting suddenly straightened her back, her tone tinged with a girlish shyness: "Thank you. I didn't expect you to remember my first little reporter. It's truly an honor."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at her indifferently: "Pack your things and get ready to leave. Starting tomorrow, there will be no Orange Entertainment, and no you either."
Zhou Ting froze abruptly, her blood running cold. The smugness she had felt moments before vanished, replaced by a wave of panic. Just as she was about to speak, the car window was ruthlessly slammed shut, and the car sped away.
Only a trail of car exhaust fumes remained.
Zhou Ting didn't believe Fu Wenzhou would actually say that, but ten minutes later she received a call from her boss, who scolded her and threatened that if the company went bankrupt, he would never forgive her.
Zhou Ting hung up the phone blankly, standing there as if her soul had been ripped out.
The Song family.
As soon as Fu Wenzhou arrived at the company, he went straight to the top floor and rushed over to pick up Song Qingyou before she could react. "Baby, I want to kiss you."
Song Qingyou: "?"
What inappropriate and lewd words are these people uttering so early in the morning?
She was about to say no, but there were security cameras in the office.
"Honey, let's go to the private room."
Song Qingyou hesitated.
While she hesitated, Fu Wenzhou picked her up and carried her to the private room without any hesitation.
In the bedroom.
Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyou, bringing his face even closer but maintaining a slight distance, so close that he could see the fine downy hairs on her face.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Fu Wenzhou sat down on the edge of the bed with her in his arms, picked up a piece of candy from the bedside, and put it to Song Qingyou's lips.
"Baby, open your mouth."
Song Qingyou glanced at him, wondering what tricks he was up to this time. This guy inexplicably came to the company and hugged her as soon as he came in. What was wrong with him?
Song Qingyou turned her head away and said in a muffled voice, "I won't eat."
Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment.
Not eating doesn't mean I don't want to eat.
Is his baby unhappy?
Fu Wenzhou began to think about whether he had said or done anything wrong that day.
He went over the events in his mind and realized that he hadn't done anything wrong.
Fu Wenzhou's brows furrowed deeply unconsciously, and his eyes dimmed.
Fu Wenzhou noticed the temperature around her suddenly drop. She turned around and saw Fu Wenzhou with his eyes lowered, his expression cold and indifferent, seemingly lost in thought.
She sighed helplessly, "What happened?"
Fu Wenzhou passionately accused, "I was almost insulted!"
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