After the racing event, Fu Tingyuan did not visit her for a long time.

Without him around to torture her, Luo Nanchu was naturally carefree and comfortable.

After today’s dinner, Luo Nanchu sat on the sofa and watched the news. The television was broadcasting the Tong City news. Former Mayor Qin Zhong’s older sister, Qin Luohuan, was planning to hold a three day birthday banquet in five days. Seeing Qin Luohuan’s face flash across the screen made Luo Nanchu’s gaze darken.

The sound of a car engine turning off came from the courtyard, indicating Fu Tingyuan’s arrival. She instinctively turned off the television.

When Fu Tingyuan entered, he found Luo Nanchu laying on the sofa in a daze. She had been indolent recently and had a healthy blush on her face. She seemed to be living well.

He walked over to sit by her side, caressed her face, and informed her, “Qin Luohuan will be having a birthday banquet in a few days. You should get ready for it.”

Luo Nanchu’s eyes flashed slightly upon hearing this name as a smirk instantly formed on her lips.

“Shouldn’t you be taking Ms. Bai to this kind of event?” she asked

“She doesn’t like attending this kind of event.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Nanchu smiled lightly and did not comment further.

Her own preferences didn’t matter anymore since Bai Zhiyan did not like it.



The Qin family used to be extremely glorious in Tong City.

Qin Zhong had been Tong City’s mayor, while Qin Luohuan was renowned in Tong City for being a successful career woman. The latter had expanded her business overseas and stayed out of the country for most of the year. Thus, after Qin Zhong was shuanggui’ed, it did not affect her overseas businesses, although the foundations laid by the Qin family in the city were thoroughly wiped clean by Yin Mobei in a flash.

Her 50th birthday banquet was going to be held at Tong City’s largest island hotel. Although the Qin family had fallen, they still retained their past prestige, which was why when the invitations were sent out, everyone still attended to give face to Qin Luohuan. On the day of her birthday, the island was already packed with numerous luxury cars.

The banquet had just started as Luo Nanchu entered while holding onto Fu Tingyuan’s arm. The dignified and noble-looking Fu Tingyuan presented his gift to a woman robed in refined black formal attire and nodded lightly.

“Happy birthday, President Qin,” he said

Although Qin Luohuan was 50 years old, her appearance was so well taken care of that she passed off as just over 30, and her visage still retained remnants of the daintiness of her youth.