I only submission to you

Chapter 4

Behind an exceptionally wide landscape ink painting screen.

Fu Qinghuai stood at the table, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain resting on his high nose bridge. The lenses seemed to reflect a faint light from his crow-feather-like eyelashes as he leisurely and elegantly placed a pure white camellia into an antique vase.The autumn sun filtered through the glass window, causing the camellia petals to slowly drop, revealing a sparkling dewdrop.

Suddenly.

From slow to fast, it flowed from Fu Qinghuai's

delicate fingertips, passing through the moist fragrance.

The room fell into extreme silence.

The ink

painting screen was shrouded in wisps of mist from the nearby incense burner, blurring his tall and

straight figure slightly, but unable to conceal his cold and noble profile like that of a cold bamboo.

A few minutes later.

Liang Che ascended the stairs lightly and entered, whispering, "Mr. Fu, the

chairman of Yan Group has arrived."

Due to business talks with important guests, today the most

renowned theater in the city rarely received outsiders.

The dimly lit long corridor was deserted. When

Fu Qinghuai emerged from his private box, he walked straight into the tea room where Yan Boyan had

been waiting for some time, pouring tea himself on the sofa.

Perhaps hearing the movement, he turned to

finally see him arriving, quickly buttoning up his suit jacket and pulling out the chair for him,

teasing, "It's becoming increasingly rare to see you."

Fu Qinghuai sat down graciously and asked

softly, "What's the matter?"

Aware of the recent gloomy autumn weather in Licheng, Yan Boyan knew his

habits and first instructed his secretary to bring over the strongest liquor.

After watching the

secretary pour the liquor respectfully and silently, he finally broached the subject, taking out a

prepared project contract and slowly pushing it across the table.

Fu Qinghuai lifted the cup of wine

with his jade-like fingers, bringing it close to his thin lips with a deliberate manner.

But he didn't

drink.

The color of his eyes under the golden-rimmed glasses slightly narrowed, his gaze pausing for a

moment. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he said, "Chairman Yan, such a generous

offer?"

In the business world, everyone knew that Yan Boyan had made a fortune in his lifetime. The

only thing that troubled him was his idle and extravagant son at home. Thus, he handed over billions

in projects as a favor to Fu Qinghuai: "Qinghuai, out of our years of friendship, I implore you to

mentor and guide him for three years..."

"Just three years, let Yan Hang follow you as an assistant."

Fu

Qinghuai pondered briefly, his lightly bent finger idly swirling the edge of the wine glass.

Yan Boyan

understood Fu Qinghuai well. It was said that a rotten beam cannot support a house. This was true. The

Fu family, a top-tier wealthy and influential clan, inevitably had internal struggles for power and

position. As the youngest son of Old Master Fu, despite his young age, Fu Qinghuai had subdued his two

elder brothers and controlled the fate of the entire family.

Just based on this, Yan Boyan firmly

believed that sending his son to Fu Qinghuai would be a profitable deal.

After a moment of silence, he

stared at the young man's unusually calm and handsome face, realizing that billions might not be

enough to satisfy his appetite. Thus, he reluctantly increased the stakes: "The land up north is also

yours."

At Yan's words, Fu Qinghuai raised his eyes, tasting the wine, and finally uttered a few words,

"Chairman Yan, you're too kind."

Yan Boyan relaxed his tightly furrowed brows, fearing a last-minute

change of heart. He didn't even finish his tea, suddenly sitting up straight and saying, "I'll go and

inform that boy..."

Fu Qinghuai seemed to acquiesce silently, his gaze lightly sweeping down to the

open-air stage below the tea room.

**

Beside the stage, Yan Hang, dressed in exquisite Western attire,

was focused on throwing money around. Seeing his father coming downstairs, his narrow eyes raised

slightly, and a shallow, playful smirk crossed his face: "Am I being returned?"

Knowing he couldn't

discipline his son in public, Yan Boyan said in a deep voice, "I just paid a fortune for your tuition.

If you dare embarrass me in public..."

"I won't leave a single cent for this idle prodigal son." Yan

Hang could recite this verbatim by now, lazily stuffing the remaining bills back into his pocket,

leaning against a nearby pillar, and not taking it seriously: "Rest assured, tomorrow I will bow and

kowtow three times to acknowledge him as my father. That Fu family head hasn't married yet, right?"

"He

comes from a family that has high standards for their future matriarchs. It's not easy for him to

marry." Yan Boyan replied.

"He hasn't married yet? How about I bribe him with a few beauties?" Yan Hang

smirked.

Yan Boyan glared, "Profligate! Where did you learn such corrupt practices? When you take over

the Yan family business in the future, do you want your father to be disgraced in his grave?"

Yan Hang

innocently replied, "Isn't this bribery just something I learned from you?"

"...," Yan Boyan was about

to scold him but suddenly stopped himself.

Yan Hang also paused, inadvertently glancing in the

direction of the stairs, only to see Fu Qinghuai slowly appearing in a very formal all-black suit, his

handsome profile outlined by the faint sunlight, showing a distant and unapproachable aura.

Yan Hang

had never imagined that he would be so young!

He was stunned for a few seconds.

It wasn't until Fu

Qinghuai approached slowly but without stopping that Yan Hang instinctively stood up straight.

At this

moment, a well-dressed secretary entered from outside the theater, respectfully saying, "Mr. Fu, the

car is ready."

As soon as the secretary finished speaking.

Yan Boyan ruthlessly kicked his own son out

and lowered his voice to remind him, "Hurry up and catch up, and smile more cutely."

—

Ever since she

learned who the owner of the villa was, half a month had passed in calm and tranquility, but Jiang

Nong never met him again.

Fast forward to the weekend.

The news center building was brightly lit. Jiang

Nong finished broadcasting the midnight news and then took turns leading a weather forecast for her

colleagues in the station. When her work finally ended, the sky outside the transparent glass windows

was gradually brightening.

As she stepped out of the broadcasting studio, still in her work clothes,

she suddenly heard a gentle voice saying, "Jiang Nong."

Jiang Nong turned around and saw Liang Yun, a

senior colleague from the news team.

She smiled softly in greeting, "Senior Liang."

A person in the

mountains, fragrant as the daisies, drinks from stone springs shaded by pines and cypresses.

This line

of poetry suddenly came to Liang Yun's mind. Even though Jiang Nong usually had little contact with

her colleagues aside from her anchoring work, she was so pure and clean, like a clear-water beauty

untouched by worldly affairs, that anyone who saw her couldn't help but feel fondness and a desire to

protect her.

Liang Yun looked at her exquisite face and took out a business card from her pocket,

saying with some meaning, "Someone asked me to give this to you."

Jiang Nong took the card with her

fingers, looking down to see the name "Zhou Jiashu" clearly printed on it.

She was slightly puzzled.

Who was this?

In the next moment, Liang Yun asked teasingly, "Have you forgotten him?"

Jiang Nong didn't

say anything, her expression clearly showing that she had.

Liang Yun couldn't help but sigh. Everyone

in this circle was chasing fame and fortune, but Jiang Nong lived without desires, as if she had no

interest in anything besides broadcasting.

She had never been interested in anything that had not

entered her eyes.

"This Mr. Zhou is a sponsor at the station. He heard that you were assigned to the

midnight broadcast and wanted to meet you..."

Liang Yun spoke very tactfully.

Jiang Nong, upon hearing

this, lifted her head slightly. Her face, lit by the cold light, was quiet and fragile, as if it would

break at a touch.

Outside the dressing room, a staff member reminded her in a low voice that the news

was about to start broadcasting.

As Liang Yun left, she added, "Liu Siyou is busy interviewing a big

star recently, and it's said to be a difficult one. Looks like she's too busy to cause trouble. Jiang

Nong, I hope you'll return to the news team soon."

Jiang Nong's lips curled into a faint smile of pale

red, and her slender fingers slowly tore up the cold, icy business card.

She turned her face and looked

out the window, lost in thought:

This remark seemed like a curse.

On her way home from work, the sky had

turned overcast, and a fine drizzle had begun to fall.

When Jiang Nong returned to the villa, her thin

emerald green dress seemed soaked. After entering the house, she raised her hand to undress.

Then,

wrapped in a pure white cotton bathrobe and before she could even sit down, the light on her mobile

phone caught her attention.

She opened it.

Messages from the intern assistant Dongzhi kept coming one

after another:

"Anchor Jiang, there's major news!!!"Miss Liu and the famous star Lu Yang had a

falling-out... It's said to be because of an interview; Lu Yang publicly criticized Lius voice as

unpleasant and demanded a more pleasing-sounding host before agreeing to the interview. Lius proud and

has strong backing; shed never experienced this kind of humiliation before. But she had met someone

with even more influence. Now the newsroom was scrambling to collect voice samples from all the hosts

just to please Lu Yang. After reading Dongzhis messages, Jiang Nong paused with her fingertips damp

and didnt reply. Soon after, he sent a voice message filled with flattery: "When it comes to having a

nice voice, yours is the best in the whole station." Jiang Nong softened her gaze and replied with a

few words: "Focus on work." The phone went silent. The vast villa fell quiet. Jiang Nong, her delicate

figure soft as a feather, nestled into the sofa and slowly closed her eyes, as if falling into a

peaceful dream. When she woke again, the rain was heavier, pattering against the leaves. A gentle

light filtered through the wide, transparent French window, softly illuminating Jiang Nongs curled

eyelashes. She shivered awake, opening her eyes groggily to the rainy night and a familiar figure.

Minutes passed as she stared at the wall clock. Perhaps one or two minutes. The doorbell rang

suddenly, and Jiang Nong, without even putting on her shoes, hurried to open the door. The damp air

and a mans cold, enigmatic aura swirled in, and she saw Fu Qinghuai standing to the side, his handsome

face half-shadowed by the streetlight. He lowered his head and asked softly, "Can you cook?" Jiang

Nong's breath still carried a hint of moisture, and she was slow to come to her senses. The secretary

outside, familiar with the routine, had already placed fresh ingredients in the kitchen and

respectfully withdrew, saying, "Sorry to trouble you, Miss Jiang." Jiang Nong finally snapped out of

her reverie and looked up at the calm and composed man before her. Huh? Did she ever say she could

cook?