Chapter 117 Xie Qingcen: You seem to be very angry today?

Ruan Liuzheng paused in placing the storybook, and her beautiful eyebrows flickered slightly in the dim light.

Although Fu Jingcheng concealed it very secretly, she still keenly caught the slight uneasiness under Fu Jingcheng's doubtful voice.

He was worried about something happening.

Ruan Liuzheng lowered her eyes slightly, and a faint light flashed across her cold eyes very quickly, but her face was slightly indifferent.

She put the storybook on the bookshelf as if nothing had happened, then turned and walked to her son with gentle eyebrows, "Chengcheng doesn't want me to go?"

Fu Jingcheng's face was blank for a moment when he heard it.

Don't want it? Of course he didn't want Ruan Liuzheng to attend, but that banquet seemed to be related to Ruan Liuzheng's work.

If Ruan Liuzheng really gave up because of him, then...

Fu Jingcheng pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and his white, tender, and somewhat fleshy fingers unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet underneath.

A trace of entanglement flashed in his big eyes like black grapes.

But if Ruan Liuzheng really went, he was worried that she would fall for another man.

Especially the chairman of Hanfei Group, who posed the greatest threat to Xie Qingcen's position.

He didn't know the chairman, nor did he know his personality. He was afraid that he, like Fu Yanci, would be good at using sweet words to deceive others.

And what Fu Jingcheng was most worried about was Ruan Liuzheng. He was worried that she would be deceived again, worried that she would be hurt again.

Fu Jingcheng's mood suddenly became heavy. His brows knitted slightly, and his fair, chubby face was full of seriousness.

It was as if he had made some kind of resolution.

He looked at Ruan Liuzheng with a slightly serious expression, "Mom! Although Dad still has some areas that he is not good at, he is someone Chengcheng has personally verified."

"His personality and abilities are absolutely one in a million. And you have seen how much Dad cares about us mother and son these days. If you really go to the party, you must remember your identity and stay away from men with bad intentions."

Ruan Liuzheng's smile froze.

She stared intently at Fu Jingcheng, who was feigning maturity, the corners of her lips twitching uncontrollably.

After a long pause, she sighed softly, raised her hand, and pinched her aching brow, her expression helpless. "Weren't you picking on him yesterday? Why are you defending him so strongly today?"

"Besides, in your mind, I'm the kind of woman who's fickle and has no respect for relationships?"

Fu Jingcheng pursed his lips and shook his head, his voice slightly low. "I never picked on Dad. I'm just a little... a little... jealous."

He lowered his eyes, his fingertips clasping the mattress beneath him. He seemed to feel a little ashamed, but he still spoke the truth.

Although Xie Qingcen was the partner he had personally chosen for Ruan Liuzheng, the father he had chosen for her,

he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease when he suddenly heard that Ruan Liuzheng was actually with Xie Qingcen. An uneasiness that Ruan Liuzheng would be snatched away by someone else.

An uneasiness that Xie Qingcen would steal Ruan Liuzheng's attention and love.

Fu Jingcheng knew that this was wrong, but facing Xie Qingcen, he still couldn't help wanting to lose his temper.

He wanted to use this to attract the attention of Ruan Liuzheng and Xie Qingcen.

However, this uneasiness suddenly disappeared after he had a heart-to-heart talk with Xie Qingcen last night.

Perhaps it was Xie Qingcen's respect for him, or perhaps it was Xie Qingcen's affection for Ruan Liuzheng, which made him feel that even if Ruan Liuzheng and Xie Qingcen were together, even if Xie Qingcen became his stepfather.

Then Ruan Liuzheng would still love him, and there would be one more person who loved him.

He would never become that outsider, even if he was not Xie Qingcen's child.

Fu Jingcheng's eyes flashed slightly, and thinking of the conclusion he drew from the conversation with Xie Qingcen yesterday, the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a slight arc.

He raised his eyes, his big eyes like black grapes were unusually clear, "But he is still the father I recognize, so Mom, you must be careful when you go to the party."

"Open your eyes, don't be deceived by those sweet words outside. I believe that you are a loyal person, but what if..."

Fu Jingcheng suddenly stopped talking, his big eyes like black grapes blinked, looking straight at Ruan Liuzheng, with obvious meaning in his eyes.

Ruan Liuzheng tightened her hands hanging by her side, but thinking that Fu Jingcheng was doing it for her own good, she finally sighed helplessly.

She reached out and gently embraced Fu Jingcheng, her eyes lowered. "Since you trust me, why are you still worried that I'll be deceived by others?" "

Chengcheng, I have a good relationship with your father Xie now. If nothing unexpected happens, he may very well be your future stepfather."

Ruan Liuzheng raised her eyes slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in her cold almond-shaped eyes. Her eyes were rational and clear. She opened her lips and said, "I went to the party purely for work, nothing else."

"Didn't you hear our conversation tonight? He's not worried, so what are you worried about? Or do you think your father Xie is so mediocre that he doesn't even stand a chance against those people?"

Ruan Liuzheng gently hugged Fu Jingcheng, her warm body temperature transmitting through her pajamas to Fu Jingcheng's fair face. Her calm and steady heartbeat was unusually clear in her ears. She

felt very safe.

Fu Jingcheng closed his eyes. He silently reached out and hugged Ruan Liuzheng tightly, and the bad emotions in his heart unconsciously dissipated.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, his large, black grape-like eyes quietly looking at Ruan Liuzheng. He nodded and said, "Yes, I believe in Dad, and I believe in your Mom." "

So we'll always be together, right?"

Fu Jingcheng tightened his grip on Ruan Liuzheng, his bright eyes filled with anticipation.

But his tightly pursed lips betrayed his nervousness.

Ruan Liuzheng smiled softly, her delicate features tinged with a hint of amusement. "Yes, yes."

At this, the last lingering uneasiness in Fu Jingcheng's eyes vanished.

The corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably, a genuine smile.

...

The next day, Ruan Liuzheng dropped Fu Jingcheng off at school and, upon returning home, went straight to her studio.

Yesterday, she had already compiled the important information for Hanfei Group's new product, and today she would begin designing the promotional poster.

Ruan Liuzheng sat at her easel, her long, glossy, smooth black hair pinned up with a large shark fin. Her side was still framed by the full length of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The rising sun shone upon her jade-like profile, casting a shimmering orange glow. Her

face, pure and unworldly, coupled with an innate aloofness, gave her a seemingly divine air.

However, Ruan Liuzheng now encountered a minor problem.

Her cold eyes lifted slightly as she quietly gazed at the manuscript on the drawing board. In the lower left corner was the material she had spent the entire afternoon compiling yesterday.

Hanfei Group's new product was a smartwatch suitable for the hearing-impaired, utilizing cutting-edge intelligent technology and a facial recognition system.

The watch automatically translates sign language, allowing families with hearing-impaired members to communicate effortlessly without having to spend countless hours learning and understanding sign language. It

's worth noting that, despite being a top-ten global company, Hanfei Group consistently develops products that are practical for people's lives today.

This is perhaps why Hanfei Group has remained so resilient in Yuncheng.

But... precisely because it benefits society so much, Ruan Liuzheng was momentarily at a loss as to how to proceed.

She leaned lazily back in her chair, her pale pink lips clenching the end of a pen, its tip unstained by any paint.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and her teeth subconsciously pressed, unknowingly digging into the wooden shaft, leaving two shallow teeth marks.

A closer look revealed numerous jagged marks on the brush shaft, all evidence of Ruan Liuzheng's past anxieties and reflections.

She was an illustrator, and her specialty should have been creating illustrations for miscellaneous items and books, utilizing the latest internet technology.

But Ruan Liuzheng insisted on hand-drawing rather than using data-generated artwork.

She felt that such digitally generated artworks lacked life, mere works of art with a shell but no soul.

But this time, Ruan Liuzheng was truly stumped.

She already held herself to high standards, and Hanfei Group's new product would benefit society, so she was even more demanding of her design.

Unconsciously, she had found herself in a dead end.

Just as Ruan Liuzheng was feeling increasingly frustrated, her phone suddenly vibrated.

The melodious, soothing sound of a piano filled the studio.

Ruan Liuzheng snapped back to her senses, unsheathed her brush, and stood up. With a touch of impatience, she walked over to a small table nearby and picked up her vibrating phone.

Seeing the name of the person on it, she pursed her lips, then put the phone to her ear, her gaze gazing out the window into the distance.

She said expressionlessly, "What do you want from me?"

Meanwhile, Xie Qingcen, afar off at Hanfei Group, was startled.

He immediately put down his pen and leaned back lazily, his brows raised slightly. "It's not even noon yet, and you're already so mad?"

Xie Qingcen's lips curled up uncontrollably, a hint of amusement between his elegant features.

Ruan Liuzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice a bit cold. "Well, so you'd better get to the point. I'm very busy right now and don't have time to chat with you."

She glanced sideways at the blank manuscript paper behind her, the wrinkles between her brows deepening.

A sense of restlessness rose in her heart.

She had to finish it within three days, but she had no idea how to do it. Could it be that she was really going to be stumped this time?

Ruan Liuzheng's heart sank.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation that was boiling within her heart, but her cold eyes were filled with indifference and rationality.

Even her aura was slightly chilled.

She pursed her lips, her fair fingers tapping the phone repeatedly, waiting for Xie Qingcen's response.

Her expression was slightly displeased.

It was as if she would hang up without hesitation if Xie Qingcen said another word of nonsense.