Shen Yaoyao completely broke down, covered her face, and ran away crying.
Shen Qingqing kept her face buried, her voice muffled, "Can you let go of me now, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingshu immediately released her. Free again, she reached up and rubbed her cheeks. Although the man's scent wasn't unpleasant, she suspected he had done it on purpose.
Was he trying to suffocate her?
Fu Jingshu turned and entered the office. Shen Qingqing, with her hands behind her back, followed, "Mr. Fu, can you really bear to drive away Chenchen's biological mother like this?"
"Whether she is Chenchen's biological mother, she knows herself."
Shen Qingqing's heart jumped. What did his words mean? Did he already know her identity? She cautiously probed, "Mr. Fu, your words confuse me. Is she not Chenchen's mother?"
Fu Jingshu sat in his office chair, slowly turning, his icy gaze fixed on her face. "Are you very curious about this matter?"
Shen Qingqing swayed her body and walked to the desk, resting her hands on it, a slight smile on her lips. "I'm a person with a lot of curiosity, of course, if Mr. Fu is unwilling to say, I won't force you."
"Hmm."
He really didn't say anything else.
What did "Hmm" mean?
Shen Qingqing gnashed her teeth silently. This man was good at taking advantage of situations. However, his attitude actually made her breathe a sigh of relief. He probably didn't know, otherwise, he wouldn't be so calm.
The phone on the desk rang, it was Lin Mo calling.
Fu Jingshu picked up the phone, his gaze falling on Shen Qingqing, silent, but the meaning in his eyes was clear, asking her to leave.
She pouted and turned to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic outside.
Fu Jingshu's cold voice sounded from behind.
"Speak."
"Are you sure?"
"Mm, I know."
With just these few simple words, he hung up the phone. Shen Qingqing turned back, first glanced at her watch. According to her original plan, she only needed an hour to solve the channel issue, but because of Shen Yaoyao, it had been delayed too long.
She was getting impatient, "Mr. Fu, can we start now?"
"Yes."
Fu Jingshu had someone bring in a laptop. Watching Shen Qingqing open the computer and start operating, her skilled movements reminded him of her actions last time.
Her skills far surpassed those of his company's technical department. How could such a person remain unknown in the hacker world?
His intuition told him that this woman had more secrets.
He glanced at his phone, recalling what Lin Mo had said on the call earlier, that this woman had no blood relation to Chenchen. He hadn't expected much, so he didn't feel disappointed.
He slightly closed his eyes, the sound of Shen Qingqing typing on the keyboard in his ears.
In his heart, a trace of strangeness quietly passed.
Shen Qingqing, busy as she was, felt a bit thirsty and instinctively said, "A glass of water."
Soon, a glass of water was placed beside her. Without thinking, she took a sip, then belatedly stared blankly at the water glass. She was in Fu Jingshu's office now.
So this water…
As she looked up, she saw Fu Jingshu standing beside her, looking at her with a blank expression.
For some reason, she could tell he was unhappy from his deadpan face, yet she hadn't offended him. It was just asking for a glass of water.
If he didn't want to pour it, he didn't have to. Who was he putting on a show for?
She was not afraid at all, and even smiled at him before lowering her head to continue tackling the problem at hand.
Fu Jingshu's expression darkened. In fact, after that phone call, his mood had been very bad, yet he couldn't find the reason. He sat down on the sofa with a cold face, his gaze fixed on her.
"Hurry up, don't waste my time."
Shen Qingqing turned her face away, rolled her eyes, and then turned back with a smile, "Okay, Mr. Fu."
So perfunctory.
Fu Jingshu narrowed his eyes and squeezed his palm.
Shen Qingqing wasn't trying to be slow, but she had encountered some difficulties. Moreover, she wasn't very good at this particular field. She had underestimated the firewall of this channel when she agreed.
Unable to handle it herself, she decisively called for external help.
She called Lu Junze.
After Lu Junze listened, he burst into laughter, "So there are things you can't handle!"
"Stop the nonsense and help me quickly."
Lu Junze responded hurriedly, his voice still carrying undisguised amusement, "I told you, if you were willing to study diligently, your skills would be even better than mine. You just never put in the effort, always saying you're busy, too busy to handle everything. Now look, you've run into a problem and need my help..."
His nagging annoyed Shen Qingqing. "Are you going to help or not?"
"Yes, I'm helping! I'm helping now!"
Seeing that she was getting a little angry, Lu Junze didn't dare to tease her anymore. He quickly stopped laughing and opened his computer.
His skills were no joke. If he had worked alone, it would have taken a bit longer, but working with Shen Qingqing, they solved the problem in less than ten minutes.
He didn't forget to ask Shen Qingqing for credit and a reward.
"As a reward, you have to cook for me tonight. I want your sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"Okay."
Shen Qingqing looked at the message, replied briefly, and then stood up, stretching. Her soft, slender waist unfurled before Fu Jingshu's eyes, drawing his gaze involuntarily.
"Alright, it's done," she said, turning.
Fu Jingshu slowly withdrew his gaze, glanced at the computer, and let out a "hmm." He then asked a completely irrelevant question, "Who were you on the phone with just now?"
If he heard correctly, the voice on the other end was a man's.
"A friend," Shen Qingqing replied casually, checked the time, and said, "I've done what I promised you. I hope Mr. Fu will give me the antidote as soon as possible. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving."
Fu Jingshu was silent for a long time, then also stood up, grabbed his suit jacket and phone, and left.
Shen Qingqing drove home, stopping by a supermarket on the way to buy some groceries. She also sent a text message to Lu Junze.
"An hour later, come to my place."
"OK!"
Shen Qingqing put away her phone, picked out her groceries, and drove home.
Suddenly, she glanced in the rearview mirror. There was a black Maybach behind her. She continued driving calmly.
When she reached the entrance of the villa, she parked her car by the roadside, then went to the security booth and called two guards to surround the Maybach. She knocked on the car window, "Still not coming out? Do I need to call the police to talk to you?"
There was no movement inside the car. Just as Shen Qingqing was getting impatient, the car window slowly rolled down.
The man's profile was smooth and refined, his gaze deep, with a hint of coldness in his eyebrows. Shen Qingqing looked at him, raising an eyebrow slightly, her expression odd.
"Mr. Fu, why are you following me?"