Mr. Fu, I Can't Finish Stripping Off My Vest.

Everyone knows that Fu Chenzhou, the president of the Fu family, hates me. Three years ago he personally sent me to prison, and three years later he signed me just to let me rot in the entertainment industry. I accepted everything according to the order and treated An Xin as a broken vase. He watched me struggle with cold eyes, waiting for me to beg for mercy. Until my paintings fetched sky-high prices, my investment frustrated Mr. Fu, and the songs I wrote made his rivals famous... He finally trapped me in the office late at night, with a storm in his eyes that I had never seen before: "Jiang Wan, how many things are you hiding from me?" I smiled, stroked his tie, and asked softly: "Mr. Fu, is there more than one thing you hid from me back then?"