Chapter Sixty-Nine: You Already Have All of Me

As long as the two of them were together, Fu Zhichen had never put on a cold face toward her.

“Understood, I’ll be quick. You two keep cross-checking the information,” Pei Susu replied. She knew how rare it was to see him at the company, so she grabbed the documents and hurried into Fu Zhichen’s office. There he sat behind his computer, seemingly engrossed in his work.

Pei Susu suppressed a smile as she approached him.

“President Fu, these are all the documents that need your signature. Once you’re done, I’ll take them all with me,” she said.

Fu Zhichen looked up, his eyes clear as ink and snow, but there was a hint of grievance in his expression.

“Susu, is work all you ever think about?” he asked.

Sensing his plaintive tone, Pei Susu immediately softened her voice.

“It’s just that things have been busy lately. You know, ever since we found out we couldn’t work with Haihe Corporation, so many of our previous plans had to be scrapped. We’re starting over again, so yes, it’s a bit hectic.”

Fu Zhichen lowered his gaze.

“And just now, when Liang Wenru came to the company, I let the police take him away. Does that make you unhappy?”

At last, she understood the source of his inexplicable jealousy, and Pei Susu found the whole thing both amusing and exasperating. She and Liang Wenru had long since ended all ties, yet Fu Zhichen still harbored jealousy over such an old affair.

Leaning forward ever so slightly, her tailored suit tracing the graceful lines of her figure, Pei Susu lowered her voice and whispered by Fu Zhichen’s ear.

“What is it? Is our dear Zhichen jealous?”

She did it on purpose, each word trailing off with a playful lilt, as if each syllable carried a little hook impossible to resist.

Fu Zhichen knew she was teasing him, but he couldn’t help but sink deeper, reaching out to touch a strand of her falling hair.

“I know you’re already divorced from him. But I still get jealous,” he said.

Pei Susu arched a brow, surprised by his response. She had thought that with Fu Zhichen’s temperament, he would certainly refute such a thing. But he didn’t.

“What are you jealous of? Haven’t you already won me over?” she asked reflexively.

He pondered this for half a minute before replying.

“I envy everyone who spent time with you before I had the chance. I can’t help wishing I had met you sooner.”

The heat of his affection left Pei Susu momentarily stunned.

Fu Zhichen then lifted his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Pei Susu snapped back to herself, rose, and fiddled with her hair to hide the blush on her ears. She was usually the one to tease him, yet somehow, the roles had reversed this time.

She cleared her throat and composed herself.

“I’d originally planned to have Liang Wenru charged with harassment, but you went and slapped such a heavy accusation on him. Looks like getting out won’t be so easy for him now.”

“What a decisive move, my Zhichen. No wonder you’re so brilliant.”

Besides, Liang Wenru did seem rather unwell; the police would surely be cautious with him.

“When I saw him harassing you, I wanted nothing more than to stand by your side and openly tell him that we’re together now,” Fu Zhichen said calmly. “But I knew you wouldn’t like that.”

Thinking it over, Pei Susu realized he had indeed been wronged a little, so she softened and comforted him with a few gentle words.

Fortunately, Fu Zhichen was always easy to appease. After another ten minutes, Pei Susu returned to her desk.

Zhou Haoyue immediately bustled over, full of curiosity.

“What took you so long in there? Did President Fu give you an earful? But really, you can’t be blamed for hurting the company’s image…”

Faced with Zhou Haoyue’s relentless curiosity, Pei Susu smiled.

“President Fu asked me to relay this—” Under Zhou Haoyue’s eager gaze, Pei Susu shook her head in resignation, her voice tinged with laughter. “Eat less gossip, do more work, and stop worrying about everything.”

Zhou Haoyue instantly wilted.

“Work again! Why is there always never-ending work every day?”

Listening to Zhou Haoyue’s complaints, Pei Susu could only sigh helplessly before diving back into her tasks.

…

Though Liang Wenru was in a miserable state at the police station, things were hardly better for Chu Qingzhu on the outside.

That day, Mrs. Lu had dismissed her with a check, declaring their business finished. But ever since, nothing had gone smoothly for Chu Qingzhu. It was as if some invisible hand was manipulating everything from the shadows.

Her days knew no peace.

With no other choice, Chu Qingzhu took annual leave to hide at home, yet she couldn’t escape the barrage of phone calls and messages.

“Ma’am, this is the third time you’ve called the police this week. Our officers have conducted multiple investigations and found nothing amiss.”

Chu Qingzhu, her face contorted in fright, pointed at a rat’s tail in her takeout box.

“I found a rat in my food, and you still say there’s nothing wrong?”

Even the police could only sigh at the sight. There was no denying it—she’d been having a string of bad luck lately: doused in dirty water as soon as she stepped outside, plagued by scam calls, now unclean food deliveries…

Yet despite several investigations, no evidence of foul play had been uncovered. It simply seemed that misfortune had dogged her steps, but they couldn’t keep dispatching officers for such trivial matters.

They were at their wits’ end.

“Someone is doing this on purpose! I know exactly who they are—why won’t you believe me?” Chu Qingzhu cried hysterically.

“Ma’am, please calm down. We want to help, but you haven’t provided sufficient evidence. There’s no way for us to determine if what you say is true or not.”

Seeing her so impervious, the officers grew irritated, rubbing their temples and hardening their tone.

“Ma’am, unless there’s an urgent matter next time, please refrain from calling the police. Repeated false reports may result in legal consequences.”

At the final warning, Chu Qingzhu seemed to lose all support and collapsed to the floor.

The officers felt a pang of pity for her, but then, glancing around at the room piled high with handbags like a mountain, they shook their heads. Life had fallen into such disarray, yet she refused to sell a single one.

With a resigned sigh, they turned to leave.

“We’ll be going now,” one of them said, and Chu Qingzhu stood alone in the cold wind.