After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"Fu Yanchuan, are you free?" Su Yaoyao looked at the flowers in the conference room with impatience in her eyes.

The voice was as clear and cool as a spring, with a barely perceptible tremor, as if even the air was chilled.

As she spoke, she gently raised her hand and let her fingertips run across the leaves of a pot of thin bamboo by the corridor. The movement was both casually elegant and concealed a bit of unspeakable irritation.

Lin Jingshen had a warm smile on his face, which seemed to be able to melt all the ice and frost.

"Madam, um... this is what Mr. Fu prepared for you all morning. This is a gift he prepared especially for you..."

As he spoke, he carefully presented an exquisite wooden box. The surface of the box was carved with intricate patterns of clouds and water, and it was obvious at first glance that it was an extraordinary item.

Su Yaoyao's gaze fell on the wooden box, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. Was it surprise or confusion?

She did not take it immediately, but sighed softly, looked at Fu Yanchuan, and said in a thin voice: "Fu Yanchuan...it's like this again, why bother?"

As she spoke, her gaze seemed to penetrate the wooden box and look towards some distant and unreachable place, where there were tenderness and memories that she did not want to touch.

In her previous life, she wished Fu Yanchuan would look at her more, but unfortunately... at that time, Fu Yanchuan hated her so much that he didn't even want to look at her. He only came back for a few days a month, and when he did, he would never look at her in a good manner.

Seeing this, Lin Jingshen sighed inwardly, but could only smile and comfort: "Madam, you understand Mr. Fu's thoughts best. This is not just a gift, but also a token of my heart, a token of my desire to share the morning light with you."

Hearing this, Su Yaoyao finally curled up the corners of her mouth into a barely perceptible smile. That smile was as cold as ice, and although it was faint, it was enough to make people tremble. Lin Jingshen felt that Su Yaoyao seemed to have crawled out of hell.

She reached out and took the wooden box, then turned and left.

In the morning light, Su Yaoyao's figure gradually faded away, leaving Fu Yanchuan standing there, looking at her back, praying silently in his heart, hoping that this love could warm every corner of her heart like the morning light.

Back in the office, Su Yaoyao's steps were filled with a determination that could not be ignored, as if she was silently fighting against some emotion in her heart.

She walked straight to her desk, without even looking at the exquisite wooden box, and threw it directly into the depths of the drawer, as if she was deliberately ignoring the complex emotions that followed.

In this life, she would no longer try to please Fu Yanchuan in a flattering manner. Then, she turned on the computer and devoted herself to her work. Her fingertips danced on the keyboard, as if she was weaving silent stories.

The colleagues around me were all busy preparing for the upcoming competition. Some were thinking with their heads down, while others were having heated discussions. Everyone was immersed in his own creative world.

However, Su Yaoyao seemed like an outlier in this busy scene. She did not participate in the competition and did not have to prepare any topics. It seemed as if she was deliberately keeping a distance from this competitive atmosphere and enjoying a unique "bad" life.

Luo Ying would run over from her seat from time to time, with a bright smile on her face and a passion for creation in her eyes.

She sat quietly next to Su Yaoyao, and regardless of Su Yaoyao's seemingly cold appearance, began to discuss various creative ideas and thoughts with her. She knew what kind of person Su Yaoyao was, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Su Yaoyao gave her some suggestions from time to time, and the two of them discussed and studied together.

Luo Ying's voice was clear and pleasant, like a breeze that blew away the gloom in Su Yaoyao's heart, and her mood, which had been disturbed by Fu Yanchuan in the morning, improved a little.

"Yaoyao, are you really not going to participate? I think it would be a shame if your talent was buried." Luo Ying's words were full of sincerity and regret.

She knew that Su Yaoyao liked music, but she was also talented in design, but she just didn't like it.

Su Yaoyao smiled faintly when she heard this. She looked up at Luo Ying, with a barely perceptible warmth in her eyes: "Ying'er, sometimes, playing badly is also an attitude, isn't it? However, I really appreciate your enthusiasm. Come on, I hope you can create excellent works. The position of director is waiting for you."

"come on."

Su Yaoyao made a gesture, then lowered her head again and continued typing on the keyboard, while Luo Ying looked at her with helplessness but also a bit of admiration. She wished she could be as cool as Su Yaoyao one day.

It was late at night and Su Yaoyao had fallen asleep.

Fu Yanchuan was still watching the midnight news in the living room.

The halo of light from the TV screen cast mottled shadows in the living room. The news anchor's voice was low and serious, and he once again mentioned the news about the "perverted sex maniac", filling the entire space with an uneasy atmosphere.

Fu Yanchuan sat on the sofa, unconsciously turning his phone in his hand, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if the content of the news had nothing to do with him, but also as if every word deeply touched a corner of his heart.

His brows were furrowed and his fingers moved faster and faster, revealing his inner unrest.

The figure of Su Yaoyao involuntarily emerged in his mind, the woman who always seemed a little cold and stubborn.

He knew her desire for security and her sensitivity to external threats.

At this moment, the news about the "perverted sex maniac" undoubtedly cast a shadow in her heart.

Fu Yanchuan's thoughts were in a mess. He was thinking about how to protect her and how to keep her away from these dangers.

But he also knew that some things were beyond his control. All he could do was to do his best to protect her and provide her with a safe haven.

He put down his phone, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark night sky outside.

The night breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness, but it also made him much more sober.

Fu Yanchuan wanted to learn more about the case of this "perverted sex maniac", so he picked up his phone again and began searching for relevant news and information.

On the other hand, Fu Yanchuan's Hongyu Group is actively conducting auditions for spokespersons, aiming to find rising stars who can lead the brand's new trends.

However, just as this grand event was about to begin, an unexpected piece of news caused an uproar in the industry - the original spokesperson, the internet celebrity with hundreds of millions of fans, actually started to "make trouble" and frequently caused some negative impacts.

This former spokesperson has brought remarkable market benefits to Hongyu Group with his unique charm and extensive influence.

She thought that she deserved more rewards and respect since she had contributed so much to the company.

So she asked the company for a pay raise and hinted that if her conditions were not met, she would choose to terminate the contract.

In her heart, she has long been an indispensable existence, and she believes that Hongyu Group cannot do without her influence.

She thought that in order to keep her as a cash cow, the company would definitely beg her to stay and would even meet all her requests.

However, she was wrong.

As an enterprise with profound heritage and strong strength, Hongyu Group will never be shaken by the departure of one person, especially Fu Yanchuan, who hates being threatened the most.

Faced with the unreasonable demands of the former spokesperson, Fu Yanchuan remained calm and resolute.

"Yaoyao, look..."