Please Keep Our Secret Marriage Low-key

Chapter 8: Fu Tingyuan’s Revenge (5)

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What had once been named “Luoyang Corporation” had long since changed its name to “A&M International” when Fu Tingyuan took over the Luo family. For the past half-year, it had expanded into many businesses, surpassing Luo Juntian’s former glory.

He was indeed incomparably outstanding.

He was more remarkable than many.

This should mean that she did have good taste, right?

Luo Nanchu smirked as a mocking expression flitted across her face. She walked toward the front desk and said to the receptionist, “Hello, I’m looking for Fu Tingyuan.”

Upon seeing her face, the receptionist froze slightly before recovering swiftly and saying, “Alright, please hold on.”

She immediately made an internal call.

After a brief exchange on the phone, the receptionist said with a smile, “President Fu invites you upstairs. He is in the office.”

Luo Nanchu’s lips curved into a slight smile as she replied, “Thank you.”

Luckily, Fu Tingyuan was not lame enough to make her wait for him for the fun of it.

Since he wanted to humiliate her so much, delivering herself to him personally for him to do so should make his anger subside, right?

Luo Nanchu entered the elevator.

After Fu Tingyuan took over from the Luo family, he did not renovate the company. The entire design was still unchanged from before she left.

Luo Nanchu was a bit absent-minded on her walk to the office.

Abandoning one’s memories was the hardest thing for a person to do in their lifetime.

Located in the most ideal location in the business district, this building was tied to too many of her past memories.

When she had signed the divorce papers half a year earlier, this was also the place she left him.

A divorce that stripped her of all her personal possessions.

From then on, the Luo family had no connection to this building anymore.

Ding.

The elevator climbed to the highest floor.

Luo Nanchu inhaled lightly and walked toward Fu Tingyuan’s office. She knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

A rumbling male voice rang out from within.

Luo Nanchu put on a light smile before pushing the door open and entering.

A sumptuously handsome man was seated on a black leather chair in a black and white office. When their gazes met, Luo Nanchu smiled even more charmingly.

“We meet again, Mr. Fu.”

A silent Fu Tingyuan looked at her indifferently, evidently setting them apart.

Luo Nanchu walked over and around his desk to stand directly in front of him. Her smile was very sweet as she said, “Nanchu is here to apologize. Nanchu was the one in the wrong last time, so Nanchu is here to accompany Mr. Fu to play whatever game Mr. Fu wants, alright?”

Her smile was really honeyed.

Luo Nanchu was a beautiful woman and looked especially attractive when she smiled.

However, her smile was also lovable and was something that one could never get tired of.

No one could hate Luo Nanchu’s smile.

Fu Tingyuan turned his head slightly to look at her.

He remembered how she had stood before him three years ago. Her chin was slightly lifted as she faced him with that lovable and obedient expression while saying he could either marry her or wait for Bai Zhiyan to die.

He still remembered the look in her eyes from back then.

Her eyes and eyebrows were raised, and there was a genuine smile on her face. She had looked exceedingly well-behaved.

It was at that point that he understood that the wickedness of the Luo family ran in her veins.

Fu Tingyuan smiled a non-smile and said mildly, “How do you want me to play with you then?”

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Luo Nanchu smiled lightly and half-knelt between his legs.

Fu Tingyuan’s long eyes narrowed slowly as he watched her move. There was an ambiguous look in his eyes.

Luo Nanchu pushed back the long hair by her ears and lowered her head to lean closer to his suit pants. From his angle above, he could see her straight chin and thick eyelashes, but not her expression or gaze.

She parted her red lips and bit on the zipper of his pants. When her breath brushed against a sensitive region, Fu Tingyuan’s eyes darkened. Instantly, he raised a hand and grabbed her hair.

“Let go,” he ordered in a cool tone.