Fang Yuanshi looked at the hung up phone with a wry smile on his lips.

He turned to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. After using ice cubes to sober up the wine, looking at the slightly transparent red color, he suddenly remembered the night he met Lin Xiaocheng——

Lin Xiaocheng is a graduate of the Fashion Design Institute. She comes from the mountains of Yunnan and Guizhou. She is tall and beautiful.

After graduation, she worked as a wild model for a period of time. Because she had a younger brother who was going to school and a miner father who suffered from pneumoconiosis, she had to work part-time.

But for the sake of Feiyuan, Lin Xiaocheng, who couldn't afford the money, was forced to enter the sex industry.

Among the guests at her first strip show was Fang Yuanshi.

Fang Yuanshi won an international economic dispute lawsuit for a wealthy businessman in Yungang City. In order to thank him, the wealthy businessman invited him to come here to relax.

He immediately took a liking to Lin Xiaocheng, who had a worried and angry face but a cold temperament.

That night, Lin Xiaocheng stood timidly by the bed, with no tears in his eyes, "How much is my first night worth?"

Fang Yuanshi held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at her playfully, "Please quote a price."

Lin Xiaocheng bit her lip, "1 million."

“What an appetite!”

Fang Yuanshi looked her up and down and felt that she really looked like Mu Qing, especially her smell, but she was softer than Mu Qing, and the softness in her eyes was something Mu Qing didn't have.

He immediately wrote a check worth one million to Lin Xiaocheng, "My profession reminds me that such a transaction is illegal."

"Ms. Lin, take the money and don't work in a place like this again."

Lin Xiaocheng took the check and asked puzzledly: "Then how can I repay you?"

"We each get what we need."

Fang Yuanshi took out a pen from the inner pocket of his suit, but he looked around for the note and it disappeared.

Lin Xiaocheng stretched out the hem of her white skirt, and he wrote the address and door lock code on the hem of her skirt.

"You can move here from now on, and I'll find you when I'm free."

From then on, Lin Xiaocheng became Fang Yuanshi's "little bird" raised in the villa on the mountainside. She would cook tea and rice for Fang Yuanshi who came occasionally. In her free time, she would also draw manuscripts of various beautiful clothes.

Fangyuan felt that Lin Xiaocheng had talent in fashion design, so he opened a studio for her, registered the "Chengxiao" clothing brand, and sent her to Jinghua University for further study.

Fang Yuanshi, who gradually fell in love with Lin Xiaocheng, once wanted to make Lin Xiaocheng a 'qualified' girlfriend.

But there is no airtight wall in this world, and the fact that Lin Xiaocheng came out to "sell" was soon known to the Fang family.

It is simply a fantasy for a woman like this, who comes from a poor background and has an unclear family background, to marry into the Fang family.

The two broke up midway, but later reconciled and stayed together for many years.

Finally, after Mu Qing came back, Fang Yuanshi decided to let Lin Xiaocheng go. He couldn't give her marriage and family, but he could give her freedom.

Lin Xiaocheng finally became famous at Paris Fashion Week, which was also a kind of comfort and affirmation for her.

Fang Yuan had smoked more than half a pack of cigarettes and had a headache from drinking.

He called his assistant, and soon a Bentley parked downstairs.

After Fang Yuanshi got into the car, he leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. After a long time, he said, "Acheng, please help me transfer this villa out!"

"Then...then Miss Lin won't come back?"

Fang Yuanshi looked at the mountainside villa. There were no more Lin Xiaocheng's personal belongings inside. She even took away her smell.

"She won't come back here again."

Fang Yuanshi rubbed his eyebrows and twitched the corners of his mouth. The sour feeling in his heart spread. After a moment, he said, "Let's drive!"

Lin Xiaocheng, who was far away in Paris, held her cell phone and looked at the missed calls from Fang Yuanshi on it, tears coming to the corners of her mouth.

The man who gave her love, help, resources, and dreams gave her freedom this time, although this freedom was not what she wanted.

But what to do?

She, Lin Xiaocheng, was not worthy of Fang Yuanshi. From the moment she appeared on the runway of the sensual field wearing a nearly transparent bikini, she was no longer worthy of the elite lawyer Fang Yuanshi.

Lin Xiaocheng knows this.

And people are always a little greedy and selfish sometimes, and she also wants to grow old with the man she loves.

However, the moment Lin Xiaocheng saw Mu Qing, she had already accepted her fate.

Mu Qing's excellent family background and noble temperament made her know that this was the woman Fan Yuanshi should love and her perfect match.

She didn't want others to poke Fang Yuan's spine because of her. Someone once provoked him like this - "Lawyer Fang, your girlfriend looks a bit familiar, especially your oiran model, Lin Meier."

Lin Xiaocheng wiped away her tears, deleted Fang Yuanshi's contact information, and blocked his WeChat account.

"Goodbye Yuanshi, thank you for letting me love you."

In the darkness, Lin Xiaocheng, who had let go of herself, thought of the glorious transformation she had received under Fangyuan's "reshaping" in those years, with a confident light in her eyes.

But at that time, she didn't know what Fang Yuanshi's social status and family wealth were?

Until one day, Fang Yuanshi took her to a party.

At the party, she saw Fu Chen, who was friends with Fang Yuanshi, Chen Yuze, who was joking with Fang Yuanshi, and Qi Jun, who was drinking with Fang Yuanshi.

Only later did she realize, having never seen the world, that the man she loved was not named Fang Shi, but Fang Yuanshi.

He is the famous Fourth Young Master of Ningcheng, the only son of the Fang family, a well-known legal family, and the chairman and chief lawyer of Yuanlu Law Firm.

Lin Xiaocheng looked at the party celebrating her fame outside. She wiped away her tears and walked out swaying...

Fu Chen was sleeping deeply while holding Nan Yi in his arms, when Fang Yuanshi's call came in.

"Hey, Yuan Shi, why do you want to see me so late?"

Fang Yuan heard Fu Chen's lazy voice, "It's okay, forget it, I won't disturb you and Miss Nan's rest. I'll go find Chen Yuze for a drink."

"Oh, by the way, I sent the audio of you singing "Chong Er Fei" when you drank too much last time to Miss Nan. Don't blame me for being nosy."

Fu Chen: "..."

Fu Chen put down the phone and looked at the time. It was already past three in the morning.

I think that when I came to Fangyuan, I saw the news about Lin Xiaocheng's brilliant performance at Paris Fashion Week. Looking back on the relationship between the two, I felt sad and wanted to find him to drink away my sorrows.

Fu Chen sighed and took Nan Yi, who was sleeping next to him, into his arms again.

Using the light of his mobile phone, he looked at Nan Yi, who was sleeping deeply next to him. She slept very quietly, breathing slightly, and liked to sleep close to him, like a clingy kitten.

Fu Chen murmured, "We need to be good together."

Fu Chen was really afraid of the word "trouble" at this moment. He also really wanted to marry Nan Yi and go straight to the marriage. He didn't want any more troubles, but he knew that young Nan Yi didn't think so.

He kissed Nan Yi's forehead and said, "Yi Yi, if you want to hear the insects fly, I can keep singing to you."

The next morning, Fu Xinghua watched with disappointment as Fu Chen drove away with Nanyi.

He said coldly to Fu Sihao: "Call Fu Yuhan and ask her to pick up Jingche. I don't want to see this little fool hanging in front of my eyes every day!"

"Dad, forget it, why are you angry with the child? Moreover, Yiyi is only 22 years old this year. At such a young age, it is normal not to want to get married and have children. We can't push too hard."

Fu Sihao looked at Grandpa Fu who had turned into an old boy and felt dumbfounded.

They wanted Fu Chen to get married and have a caring person, but they were not overbearing enough to interfere in their children's marriage.

"It's true that Yiyi is 22 years old, your son will be 30 soon!"

Fu Xinghua glared at him with disgust, then went back to his room to call his old squad leader Qi Yuanyuan to report the matter.

Arriving at the new house purchased by the Nan couple, Fu Chen once again received the highest courtesy.
Chapter completed!