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Fu Nuan entered the house with complicated emotions. He sat on the sofa and thought back to everything that had happened, carefully organizing everything that Fu Sirou had said, then picked up his phone and called Fu Zhao.

"Father …"

"Xiao Wen, what's wrong?"

Faintly hearing the relaxed look in his father's voice, Fu Nuan asked after some thought: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask, didn't father say that the company encountered difficulties, how is the situation resolved?"

"Oh, the matter of linking up with the President Rong has been settled. President Rong was very satisfied with Sirou, and even said that he wanted to marry Sirou as his wife. "

As Fu Zhao spoke, his tone became more and more arrogant, "This way, I can finally be at ease. As long as we can protect the property of our family, we can be considered to be able to live up to the hard work that your grandfather and I put in all those years ago …"

Hearing this, Fu Nuan's heart suddenly felt sour. Fu's was an enterprise that he and his father had single-handedly established when his grandfather was still alive, and was their life's work and effort. Since they now had a way to resolve the crisis, they could not easily give up.

Gradually, Fu Nuan frowned, he became even more uneasy, and interrupted his father, asking him again word by word:

"Father, are you sure that President Rong wants to marry Fu Sirou as his wife or the daughter of the Fu family?"

Fu Zhao, who was on the other side of the phone, was interrupted. After hearing the question, he was stunned for a moment, then recalled Assistant Chen's earlier message. After a few seconds, he explained disapprovingly, "President Rong said he wanted the Fu Clan's daughter. Furthermore, she is the one President Rong is meeting. "

Of course, Fu Zhao did not want his own daughter to be sent to be "subjected to torture." Everyone in the northern city knew about it, and because of the ruthless nature of the Rong's Group CEO, he could not let Fu Nuan suffer.

However, Fu Nuan who was holding onto his phone was feeling anxious.

The daughter of the Fu family.

No matter how much Fu Sirou changed his surname, he was not the biological daughter of the Fu Clan. On this point, his father was' lying 'to the other party.

Fu Nuan's thoughts churned incessantly in his heart, but he did not allow his father to think any further. He only replied indifferently, "I understand, Father."

After hanging up, she leaned back on the sofa and tried to recall what had happened.

No matter how much she hated Fu Sirou, in the end, the child in her womb was innocent.

No matter what, it was a lifeform that had yet to be born. No matter who it was, no one had the right to kill it.

Furthermore, the CEO of Rong's Group was not an average person. His appearance was ugly, and his temperament was brutal and unruly, just like that of an outsider. If one did not have insightful observation, how could he have become a leading figure in the business world?

In the future, if President Rong found out the sequence of events and found out that his father, Peach Blossom, had died on his behalf, the Fu Family would be the last to suffer.

That night, Fu Nuan was unable to sleep because of this matter. The restless sleep of the past few days had made her look more haggard.

The next day, the morning meeting in the office would proceed as usual. Because of the previous division, Fu Nuan was seated next to Rong Yu.

However, at this moment, her entire body felt a little weak. Her gaze wavered and her head felt like it was being churned by a lump of paste. She did not hear a single word about the meeting.

She didn't notice that from time to time, the eyes of the man beside her would sweep over, carrying a hint of profoundness.

"Today's meeting will end here. For the next half month, I would like to request that all teachers continue to work hard."

Rong Yu's expression did not change from a normal smile, and after he finished speaking, the teachers on the conference table all stood up, wanting to leave.

Fu Nuan, who was half a beat slower, heard the clashing sounds of the tables and chairs around him.

The woman tilted her body and fell to the side. An Zhu, who was closest to her, subconsciously wanted to reach out to help her, but he was a step too late. He watched Fu Nuan fall into the Prof. Rong's embrace.

"Teacher Fu Nuan, are you not feeling well?"

A low and hoarse voice brushed past her chaotic nerves. Sweat was still dripping down Fu Nuan's forehead, but this word of "greeting" was exceptionally clear in her ears. She could even feel the unique aura of a man approaching her, and it made her feel as if her heart was twitching.

"I …"

Fu Nuan subconsciously wanted to avoid this embrace that made her feel very uncomfortable.

The teachers who had yet to leave the meeting room had different expressions on their faces when they saw this sight.

Teacher and Director Rong …