Chapter 3: The Madman Boss

Jiang Yu didn't stop running until she reached the nanny van parked by the side. Her gaze kept flickering toward the Maybach. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Fu Boyun's cold, chiseled face. His features were sharply defined in the night, his entire presence exuding a natural sense of oppression.

Seeing his familiar face, Jiang Yu clenched her teeth in hatred. "Fu, you bastard!" she spat out through gritted teeth, shot him a venomous glare, and slipped swiftly into her own vehicle, instructing the driver to leave at once.

Inside the black Maybach, Zhuang Luoyan sat in the front passenger seat. "President Fu, Miss Jiang came out so quickly—it seems she didn't succeed..." she began, but was instantly silenced by Fu Boyun's icy stare. She lowered her head, not daring to say another word, a subtle disappointment welling up inside her. She hadn't imagined Jiang Yu would escape so easily.

As Jiang Yu's car started, the black luxury car followed immediately. In the cold night streets of the Imperial Capital, the two vehicles began their contest of speed.

Jiang Yu looked back at the car relentlessly pursuing her, fury burning in her chest. "Lunatic!" she cursed under her breath, but no matter what she did, she couldn't shake him off.

At last, on a deserted road, Fu Boyun's car suddenly accelerated, cutting her off from the side. The window rolled down again, his face illuminated in the glow, cold as sculpted stone. His deep voice pierced the chill of night: "Jiang Yu, what are you daydreaming about? Get out."

Jiang Yu sat in the car, hesitating for a moment.

"Miss Jiang, please don't make things difficult for me," the nanny van's driver finally spoke up. After all, he relied on this job—how could he dare defy President Fu?

Jiang Yu didn't want to involve anyone else. "Zhining, you and the others follow behind."

"Sister Yu, I'm worried..." Song Zhining looked anxiously toward the devil incarnate.

"It's fine—what, is he going to eat me?" Jiang Yu arched an eyebrow with a wry smile, then, resigned, opened the door and walked straight to Fu Boyun.

As soon as she reached the car, he seized her wrist—not forcefully, but with an unyielding grip—and pulled her inside. The door closed. Zhuang Luoyan watched the scene, complex emotions flickering in her eyes.

Inside, Jiang Yu leaned against the seat, rubbing her wrist. She stared at Fu Boyun with biting sarcasm.

"President Fu, what is this supposed to mean? You sent me to negotiate, and now you're dragging me back?"

Fu Boyun sat beside her, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe as if she were merchandise. The scrutiny made Jiang Yu uncomfortable; she clenched her fists.

At last, he spoke coolly, "That dress of yours isn't fit for a negotiation—it's better suited for the red carpet."

What?

Jiang Yu thought she’d misheard. What kind of excuse was that? Wasn’t he the one who sent her just now?

"President Fu, do you have amnesia?" she retorted.

Fu Boyun's lips curled slightly, and his eyes signaled Zhuang Luoyan. Zhuang Luoyan quickly understood, and whispered something to the driver.

The temperature inside the car was just right.

"President Fu, isn't my contract expiring soon? You really don't need to trouble yourself over my affairs," Jiang Yu broke the silence, testing the waters.

Fu Boyun looked up, his eyes cold and sharp as blades, slicing across Jiang Yu's face. "You’re right—I don’t need to trouble myself any further. Because as of tonight, you’re already banned."

Jiang Yu froze for a moment, then gave a short, scornful laugh. "President Fu, have you lost your mind? Banning me? Just because I won’t obey you?"