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Fu Xingchen glanced out of the window and saw the drizzling rain outside. She thought for a moment before instructing Mu Xiao, "We'll talk about this when we have time. I'll tell everyone that they have to come up with a theme for the jewelry brand within two days. When the time is up, you'll give it to me."

Fu Xingchen changed the subject quickly, and Mu Xiao was already used to it.

Mu Xiao shrugged her shoulders. She didn't have any objections, but …

"Me too?"

"Of course, for the time being, we don't need to ask for excellence in creativity. All we ask for is to have more ideas."

Fu sat down in a chair and turned on his computer to search Tang's jewelry brand.

"Alright, I understand."

Time was running out, and there was a bit more creativity. It was indeed the best way to combine everyone's ideas.

"..."

It was almost time to get off work. There were people leaving the FC entrance. It was raining outside and everyone was holding up umbrellas. Looking down from above, it looked like colorful flowers were blooming in the rain.

At this moment, Fu Xingchen was still busying himself in his office. She was focused on reading the information on her computer when a knock sounded on his door.

Fu Xingchen looked towards the door.

Who else would come at this time?

"Enter."

As she spoke, the door was pushed open, revealing Fu Mo's confused face.

Fu Xingchen looked at him with a cold expression.

"Is there something you need, Boss Fu?"

Fu Mo looked at Fu Xingchen with a complicated gaze. He looked at her exhausted eyes and asked, "Xingchen, are you still angry with your father?"

Fu Xingchen didn't expect Fu Mo to say such a thing. She thought Fu Mo wanted her to apologize to Fu Yue`er.

"I don't dare." Fu Xingchen smiled faintly. "My body won't be able to withstand the rain once or twice."

Fu Mo sighed. This was the first time he didn't get angry. "Father was in the wrong last night. How are you feeling now?"

Fu Xingchen was not used to the sudden change in attitude of Fu Mo.

She frowned and her tone became a bit more gentle. "Father can say whatever he wants to, so there's no need to beat around the bush."

Fu Mo froze.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on Fu Xingchen's face. She almost thought that Fu Mo was truly feeling sorry for her.

Fu Mo came back to his senses. His tone remained the same. "You're acquainted with Dong Tang?"

Before Fu Xingchen could say anything, Fu Mo added, "Tang Yijue is a pretty good person. Since we know each other, we'll have a good time with him."

Fu Xingchen had no idea what Fu Mo was thinking. He had clearly just slapped her last night, but now he was concerned about her marriage.

Fu Xingchen didn't say anything, but the gaze with which he looked at him was very complicated.

Fu Mo sighed again and said, "I'm leaving first. Rest early. Although the work is more important, the body is more important."

He opened the door and went out.

Seeing the door close, Fu Xingchen retracted his gaze and took out his phone to call Jason. Suddenly, the door opened again.

Fu Xingchen thought that it was Fu Mo again, but he didn't expect it to be the cold figure of Duke Tang.

Fu Xingchen froze for a moment before he put his phone away.

"Why are you here?"

Tang YiJue looked at her as thin as ever, his expression changing. He walked to her side, took off his coat, and draped it over her.

"You really don't know how to take care of yourself."

There was a hint of reproach in his tone.

Fu Xingchen straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "You still haven't answered my question."

"Time to go back." He still didn't answer her.

With a faint smile, Fu Xingchen packed up his things and followed him out.

On the elevator, Tang Yijue looked at her exhausted appearance. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you really planning to be Qin Ming and Sanlang?"

The elevator door opened and Fu Xingchen walked out. He only wanted to ignore the slightly dissatisfied words. "Since when did Mr. Yi say so much?"

At this moment, the two of them had already walked out of the FC's main entrance.

Tang Yijue's handsome face was a bit unnatural. He looked at that woman's smiling yet not smiling eyes and opened the umbrella in his hand. He said lightly, "I'm leaving."

Fu Xingchen smiled faintly again and stayed under the umbrella with him.

The rain had lessened a bit, and Tang Yijue was holding onto his umbrella as he carried her to his car.

Viscount Tang opened the passenger door for Fu Xingchen. Just as he was about to get on the car, he suddenly thought of the car he had driven. He frowned and asked, "What about my car?"

Tang Yijue smiled. "It's alright. I'll bring you here tomorrow."

"Huh?"

Tang Yijue didn't pay any attention to her confusion. He stuffed her into the car, closed the door, and got in.