Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Fu Jingchuan's expression froze for a moment: "Really?"

Fu Jingchuan's palace was very deep, and Fang Fei couldn't understand his expression, so she could only laugh jokingly: "You also think it's ridiculous, a dignified doctor who has returned from overseas, actually monopolized the design draft of a small undergraduate and a small transparent one."

Fu Jingchuan walked to the bed and stretched out his hand towards Fang Fei. Fang Fei subconsciously wanted to hide, but quickly realized that this was inappropriate and stabilized her body in time.

But this tiny detail did not escape Fu Jingchuan's eyes. His hand froze in the air for a moment before falling on Fang Fei's head: "It's not ridiculous. Many things can be obtained by relying on power and money, and academic qualifications are no exception. .”

Fang Fei nodded silently and did not answer. Fu Jingchuan was silent for a while and then asked: "How do you plan to solve it?"

"Of course I want to sue her and make her pay for the theft."

Fang Fei said angrily, thinking of something, and when she spoke again, she was like an eggplant beaten by frost, weak and weak: "But I know that this is unrealistic, because Jiang Churan is about to become your wife. From now on, you are a family, and I am just you A passer-by...forget it, just don’t say anything.”

Fu Jingchuan's expression dimmed: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"It's true," Fang Fei looked into his eyes, "your dad came to see me again yesterday and said that you and Jiang Churan will get married next month, while Qin Zhengyu and I will get married at the end of the year."

Fu Jingchuan's brows furrowed: "You don't have to believe this. I have clearly refused. If he likes to toss, let him. If I don't attend then, it won't be my shame."

"You can resist, but what about me? I can only cooperate with you and follow your pace. If your father has another health problem later, will I have to marry Qin Zhengyu again?"

"If I don't marry you, don't even think about marrying another one!" Fu Jingchuan's tone was firm, "Don't think too much. Give me some more time and I will solve all the problems."

Fang Fei snorted: "Including Jiang Churan stealing my design draft?"

Fu Jingchuan nodded: "Yes, be patient for a while, and I will help you get back whatever they owe you."

Completely trusting others will only lead to complete failure. Fang Fei looked very moved and took the initiative to get up and give Fu Jingchuan a kiss.

Fu Jingchuan was very helpful. He supported the back of her head with his palm and deepened the kiss. When she was short of oxygen and ventilated, Fang Fei leaned her head on Fu Jingchuan's chest, calmed down and said with some frustration: "Originally, I wanted to enter Marita. There was a competition, but my work was copied and given to Jiang Churan, and all the jewelry companies that I can name in Beijing are owned by the Jiang family. I feel that I can no longer survive in Beijing, and I may need to go elsewhere or change careers."

Fu Jingchuan listened patiently to Fang Fei's words, and gently stroked his back with his generous and warm palms: "Do you like jewelry design that much?"

"like."

"why?"

Fang Fei thought for a while and answered the question very casually: "I don't know, I just like painting since I was a child, but my family is often too poor to eat rice, let alone attend interest classes. But I have a good talent. The things I drew after fumbling around were no worse than those who had taken art classes. During the college entrance examination, I gave in and enrolled in the design department."

These hardships were just a part of Fang Fei's bleak life, so she said it in a normal tone, but when Fu Jingchuan heard it, he felt a little sorry for her.

But he still couldn't help but find the flaw in her words: "Have you really never taken any interest classes?"

Fang Fei nestled in his arms and looked up at him: "That's right."

Fu Jingchuan burst into laughter.

She didn't even remember the short-term training. No wonder she forgot about herself so completely.

But strictly speaking, the summer charity activities he accompanied his friends from the art club to the high school were not considered training.

He wanted to see when she would remember this.

So he changed the subject: "Since you like it, then I will open an independent designer's studio and let you be the boss."

Fang Fei didn't expect him to say this. After being stunned for a moment, she shook her head: "No, I joined Qin's right after graduation. I have no experience or reputation. Opening a studio is a waste of money."

"It doesn't matter, if your work is admired by Jiang Churan, it must be something special..."

Fang Fei still shook her head: "I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

Fang Fei said, then paused: "I want to find a job to transition before Jiang Churan's misappropriation of my works comes to fruition."

Fang Fei lowered her head and clasped her fingers as she spoke, a little worried that Fu Jingchuan would not follow her words.

Fortunately, Fu Jingchuan soon invited her to Fu's headquarters as she wished.

Fang Fei was happy in her heart, but looked hesitant on her face: "This isn't appropriate."

"What's inappropriate? The old man has been asking you to enter the Fu family. Just go in as if you fulfilled the old man's wish. No one will doubt it."

"But your dad asked me yesterday if I would go to Fu's. I said I was still considering it, and he said it would be fine if I didn't go. It would also be fine to stay with the Qin family to raise my children."

"You haven't agreed, just pretend that you have just made up your mind. From now on we can meet openly in the company, which is good."

Fang Fei looked excited, but hesitated: "By the way, I forgot to tell you something important. Your dad seems to have discovered what happened between us."