The first twenty years of Jing Zhi's life were extremely miserable. Her biological father was unknown, her mother had been oppressed for many years, and her stepfather was tyrannical.
But Fu Chengce appeared like a god, saving her from fire and water, redeeming her, and cultivating her.
She was a rose he raised with his own hands, but the thorns on this rose were becoming more and more prickly recently.
At Mr. Fu's birthday party, Jing Zhi attended as Fu Chengce's secretary, and he was able to move around among various dignitaries.
Fu Chengce saw this and finally couldn't help but take the person to the lounge, "Secretary Jing, have I wronged you? Are you trying to suck up to the little girl?"
Jing Zhi hugged him and came closer, smiling seductively, "You're so good, you're young."
The man's face darkened visibly, and he bit her lip, "I have the final say in our relationship, it's not up to you!"
