"President Fu, behave yourself!"

Fu Hanzheng stared at the flushed, sulky little face, he leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear, "You said I'm a businessman who is profit-oriented and don't operate at a loss. Then what does Miss Mu have that is worth that villa?

His deep voice was cold, and his unfathomable black eyes stared straight at her side face. He said slowly, but the words hit the most vulnerable part of her heart.

She had no money, and the Mu Family went bankrupt three years ago.

But Fu Hanzheng, was so dismissive last night that he even embarrassed her in public, making her even more puzzled. What on earth did he want from her?

The big hand that held her waist tightened. Mu Weilan struggled hard, but couldn't move a bit. Fu Hanzheng looked askance at her delicate and tender appearance, "you were very sophisticated, when you hit on me last night, weren't you?

He leaned down, his thin lips moving closer to her, his gorgeous bass voice with a hint of teasing, "Or is Miss Mu playing hard to get?"

Fu Hanzheng slightly raised his wrist, took a hair that fell on her shoulders, carefully held it in his hand.

Suddenly, the man pushed her into the fish tank and her back hit the hard glass, making her frown in pain. And she even had no chance to resist.

"I'm quite interested in Miss Mu's young body."

His flirty words easily angered Mu Weilan. She raised her head and stared straight at Fu Hanzheng's handsome face, which was so close. Her heart was pounding.

Just as he was about to kiss her, her watery eyes quivered, and she pushed him away violently, running out of the office.

Fu Hanzheng stared at the slender figure fleeing, her thin lips slightly curled, her black eyes slightly narrowed. And when he glanced at a long black hair in his hand, his eyes were cold and sharp.

...

Mu Weilan stumbled out of the office and ran into a woman.

"Clatter -"

The folder in the woman's hand fell to the ground, and Mu Weilan quickly bent over to help pick it up. "I'm sorry."

When Mu Weilan handed the document to Xiang Nanqian, their eyes met in an instant, and a trace of astonishment flashed through Xiang Nanqian's eyes.

"Sorry, I ran into you just now."

Xiang Nanqian smiled politely and took the document. "It's okay."

Until Mu Weilan entered the elevator, Xiang Nanqian frowned.

This woman's eyes were the same as Sweet Bean's.

As she looked over at the noisy interview room, and her heart grew more and more uneasy. Could it be... Hanzheng had been looking for Sweet Bean's mother recently?

She took the documents and walked to the president's office in her high heels. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard a conversation coming from inside.

"This is Mu Weilan's hair and Sweet Bean's. Take it to the lab immediately and compare the DNA results."

Sure enough, Hanzheng was looking for Sweet Bean's biological mother.

Clenching the folder in her hands, her knuckles were white.

The door of the office was opened. As soon as Xu Kun came out, he saw Xiang Nanqian standing at the door. He was stunned for a moment, but still greeted her, "Are you looking for Fu Hanzheng?"

"Yes, the poster for" Forgetting while dreaming" has been finalized. I want to show it to him."

Xu Kun nodded slightly and said, "Boss is inside. I gotta go."

Looking at a white envelope in Xu Kun's hand, Xiang Nanqian's eyes were filled with curiosity. "What's this?"

She tried to reach for it, but Xu Kun took one step back and said with a faint smile, "Nothing, Miss. Xiang. I shall take my leave."

Inside, it should be that woman's hair and Sweet Bean's...

Xiang Nanqian turned around and entered the office. "This is the final draft. Take a look. If there's no problem, sign it."

Fu Hanzheng took the document, glanced at it casually, signed his name with a black pen.

She took a deep breath and still couldn't help but ask, "I see Lu Zhan was busy interviewing Mrs. Fu for you with some guys early in the morning. Are you really going to employ a wife? Hanzheng, marriage is not a game..."

Before she could finish, Fu Hanzheng looked up. "Sister-in-law, please call me President Fu at the company."

Hearing it, Xiang Nanqian was in a daze. The man had already handed her the signed document. She pressed her red lips together, staring at him, kept silent for a few seconds before taking the document.

When she reached the door, she turned around and stared at him. "Hanzheng, do you have to draw a line with me? Han Yu has been gone for five years..."

"In public, you are my subordinate, but privately, you will always be my sister-in-law."

The cold, unfeeling voice extinguished the last hope in her heart.

...

Mu Weilan came out of the building, bought a bottle of ice water, and after taking most of it, her messy heart finally calmed down.

Damn it, if she gave Fu Hanzheng what he wanted just now, she might have kept dad's villa by now.

She hit herself with her clenched fist on the forehead. In a moment of distress, her phone rang. It was Ye Guo.

"Hello, Guo."

"Lan, how's your interview? You impressed the interviewer with your talent, didn't you?"

Mu Weilan stopped a taxi and said dejectedly, "Forget it. There was probably no hope. I applied for a part-time job on the Internet last night. I'm heading over to check it out now."

"Come on. You will definitely be accepted by Fu's Group! You can make it!"

After hanging up the phone, Mu Weilan took a taxi and said, "Please go to the affiliated kindergarten."

...

Arriving at the affiliated kindergarten, Mu Weilan entered the office.

"Excuse me, I'm here for an interview. I have called you yesterday."

"Oh, I know you have applied for the art teacher, right?"

"Yes."

The director looked at her resume and smiled: "Miss Mu, your background is excellent, but I think you probably don't do such a job before. A little girl was transferred to our primary class lately and always fight with others, will you go and solve it?

Mu Weilan quickly understood that this was an interview question. She smiled and said, "No problem."

The director took Mu Weilan to the small playground and pointed to the little girl sitting under a big tree not far away, "That little girl, who has just been transferred to our class from another kindergarten, is called Sweet Bean. She is always having trouble with others and yesterday she got into a fight with another child in the class. instructors, we do have a duty to guide her.

When Mu Weilan walked up to Sweet Bean, she pursed her pink lips and stared at Mu Weilan with wide, watery eyes. "Who are you?"

"Then what's your name? Why are you sitting here alone, not playing with others?"

Sweet Bean pouted. "I don't want to tell you."