A car quickly drove through Cheng's garden and went straight to the steps leading to the villa.

Before the car stopped, the people in the car had already opened the door, got out of the car, and walked quickly into the villa.

The person coming is Cheng Yiming's assistant.

"Mr. Cheng," the assistant gasped, "it has been confirmed, we have won the Fu family's project."

He was responsible for keeping an eye on this matter and rushed over as soon as he received the news.

Cheng Yiming was picking up the red wine decanter. After hearing this, he calmly shook the decanter a few times and poured wine into the cup.

"You, Mr. Cheng, have known about this good news for a long time. We are having a drink to celebrate." Murong Jue walked into the living room with a smile and waved his hand for the assistant to go out.

The assistant nodded, turned and left.

"Cheng Yiming, does Grandma have to celebrate with you?" Murong Jue walked to the sofa.

Cheng Yiming raised the corners of his lips and poured an extra glass of red wine.

When he was about to hand the red wine glass in his hand to Murong Jue, there was suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Cheng Yiming looked up and was a little surprised and unable to react to the figure that walked in quickly.

By the time he reacted, the other party had already rushed in front of him, snatched the wine glass from his hand without saying a word, and splashed red wine in his face.

"Yuan'er!" Murong Jue shouted angrily in surprise.

Fu Yuan'er ignored Murong Jue, her eyes were burning with anger, and she glared fiercely: "Cheng Yiming, you are shameless!"

Cheng Yiming did not wipe his face in a hurry, but took off his gold-rimmed glasses first.

When the housekeeper heard the commotion, he rushed over and wanted to pull Fu Yuan'er away, but Cheng Yiming stretched out his hand and handed the glasses to the housekeeper.

"Wipe it clean," he ordered.

The housekeeper took it carefully and then carefully handed Cheng Yiming a towel.

Cheng Yiming held the towel in his hand without wiping it, and stared at Fu Yuan'er coldly with his handsome eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Cheng Yiming, you are despicable and shameless!" Fu Yuan'er gritted her teeth and cursed: "If you can't afford to play, don't play. Who are you to play dirty?"

"Speak clearly!" Cheng Yiming's hands were shaking.

His anger was building up little by little.

"How dare you say you didn't do this!" Fu Yuan'er raised her phone.

On the screen, scandals about Cheng Zitong and Zi Yinfei were flying everywhere, and the secretly photographed pictures were all about the confrontation between Zi Yin and Fu Yuan'er.

Fu Yuan'er thought for a long time that the person who did this was most likely Cheng Yiming.

What he did caused the stock price of Cheng Zitong's company to fall, effectively prompting him to get the Fu family's project himself.

Therefore, Ziyin came to question him, saying that he was the one who arranged for reporters to secretly take photos and so on.

Cheng Yiming suddenly sneered: "Fu Yuan'er, are you here to interrogate Master Tongxing for Cheng Zi?"

"I should beat you if you take secret photos!" Fu Yuan'er scolded angrily, "There are a hundred women out there who have been made pregnant by Cheng Zitong. That is also my family matter, and it is your turn to expose it!"

She wished she could slap him in the face!

"Fu Yuan'er, that's all the upbringing of your Fu family!" Murong Jue scolded him coldly from the side, "You said Cheng Yiming did this, what evidence do you have?"

Then he added: "Who do you think you are, rushing into the Cheng family and causing trouble? What do you think this place is?"

"Where did the mosquitoes come from? They keep buzzing!" Fu Yuan'er looked at the sky.

Murong Jue was stunned, and his face suddenly turned pale with anger.

"Fu Yuan'er, shut up!" At this time, a serious male voice came from the door.

Cheng Zitong's tall figure quickly came to Fu Yuan'er's side.

Fu Yuan'er was stunned and didn't understand why he came.

"Fu Yuan'er, how could you speak to grandma like that!" Cheng Zi

With the same tone of reproach, he took a step forward with his legs, blocking Fu Yuan'er behind him.

Her sight was immediately occupied by his tall and broad back, and her heart was filled with a sense of security.

"Cheng Zitong, you came at the right time," Murong Jue ordered seriously: "Take good care of your wife!"

"Of course I will take care of my wife," Cheng Zitong said coldly, "Others don't have to meddle in their own business."

Murong Jue:......

Is he teaching his wife a lesson, or is he teaching her an old woman a lesson?

Cheng Zitong took Fu Yuan'er's hand, turned around and walked out.

"Cheng Zitong!" Cheng Yi screamed, "Why did your stock price fall? You'd better explain it clearly to your wife!"

There was obviously something behind his words, and Fu Yuan'er wanted to ask clearly, but Cheng Zitong kept walking and pulled her out of the villa.

She had to wait until she got in the car and then said to him: "I blocked the reporter who secretly took pictures and deleted the photos in the camera, but I didn't expect that his hands were so fast and he had already uploaded the photos before I deleted them.

"

She breathed out: "This man is quite clever... I don't know where Cheng Yiming found him."

Cheng Zitong drove the car in silence.

Fu Yuan'er glanced at him, and his tense side face revealed his mood at the moment.

She knew he was unhappy. Who could be happy when the stock price dropped so much?

"Cheng Zitong, I'm sorry..." She was very sorry, "I didn't expect Cheng Yiming to be so shameless and do whatever it takes to get the project."

"It's nothing," Cheng Zitong said calmly, "The stock price can go back up if it falls."

The calmer he was, the more she felt that he was deliberately trying to comfort her.

"Tell me, what should I do to make you happy?" She lowered her eyes apologetically.

"This... you know." But I heard him say.

she knows?

How could she know?

She looked up at him doubtfully, and saw a hint of teasing in his handsome eyes... She couldn't help but blush, and instantly understood what he meant.

"Cheng Zitong, can you be more serious?" Do men think that way anytime and anywhere?

"You still have to be serious in front of your wife?" Then he is not a normal man.

"I hate it." She punched him on the arm with her fist.

But seeing that he was in a better mood, she felt a lot better.

"Next time, don't go to Cheng's house alone to ask for help." He began to speak seriously.

"Is there a tiger in the Cheng family?" She disagreed.

"Murong Jue is not simple." He said seriously.

She also looked at him seriously: "Why do you say that? You didn't mention this when you took me back to live with Cheng's family before."

"The situation is different now," he said. "Cheng Yiming got the project, and the conflict between him and I has been resolved. The Cheng family will no longer be as polite to us as before."

"You won't be as hypocritical as before." She sighed softly.

There may be more unexpected things happening next, but, "We have come this far, and no matter what happens, we cannot back down."

She encouraged him and herself.

Grandpa Fu suddenly stopped her and didn't mention it to him. She could just bear the choice she made.

As for his company's falling stock price, they will make up for it once their plan succeeds.

Cheng Zitong stretched out a hand and stroked the top of her hair with his broad palm, as if comforting and encouraging.

She followed his arm and leaned lightly against his side.

She becomes more and more obsessed with his warmth. If one day she loses this warmth

...It’s so strange why she would have such an idea.

"It's time for you to prepare for tonight's cocktail party." He drove the car to the downstairs of Fu's company.

"Will you go?" she asked.

"You want me to go?"

She hoped that he would go. With him here, she would be more confident in dealing with Cheng Yiming and others.

But as the loser of the bidding, it will definitely be very embarrassing for him to appear at tonight's reception.

So she shook her head: "Just wait for me at home."

"Are you going to my apartment?" Cheng Zitong raised his eyebrows in a pretense of surprise, as if he was mocking her. She had avoided him like a mouse before a cat a while ago.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Without saying a word, she reached out and grabbed his arm.
To be continued...