Xu Zhiru looked at him tenderly, her eyes full of pity.
"Achen, don't think too much, everything will be fine." She comforted softly, her tone so gentle that it seemed to melt people's hearts.
Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru's gentle face, and the defenses in his heart collapsed little by little.
He once again immersed himself in the gentle trap woven by Xu Zhiru and began to deceive himself, unwilling to believe that Xu Zhiru would betray him.
The next day, Fu Chen woke up with a hangover and a splitting headache.
He rubbed his aching temples and tried hard to recall what happened last night.
The hustle and bustle in the bar, Ning Nanxue's cold eyes, Jiang Tingchen's cold warning, Xu Zhiru's gentle comfort...
Scenes flashed through his mind, making him even more irritated.
Secretary Chen knocked on the door and came in, handing over a cup of sobering tea.
"Mr. Fu, you're awake. Have a cup of sobering tea first." Fu Chen took the sobering tea, drank it in one gulp, and felt a little better.
"How's things going at the company?" he asked in a deep voice. Secretary Chen looked grave and shook his head.
"The situation isn't optimistic. The stock price continues to fall, the project is at a standstill, and the bank is pressing for payment."
Fu Chen's heart sank to the bottom again.
He knew that the Fu Group was at a critical juncture of life and death: "Is there any way to save the situation?" He asked with the last glimmer of hope.
Secretary Chen hesitated for a moment and spoke slowly.
"Mr. Fu, perhaps... we can try to cooperate with Miss Ning." Fu Chen suddenly raised his head and stared at Secretary Chen with sharp eyes.
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