Xixi had decided what to say when he saw his idol, but now, his mind went blank. He just stared at his idol with wide eyes.

Seeing that the child was silly, Fu Shijun thought that he might scare him. He quickly hid his coldness and smiled slightly, trying to make himself look more friendly.

"Are you OK?" he asked again.

Xixi recovered himself and quickly shook his head.

"Uncle, I'm fine."

The little boy's voice was crisp and tender, and he spoke fluent English. He rolled his eyes and asked carefully, "Uncle, can I have your autograph?"

"What?"

It was the first time a child came to him for an autograph, so Fu Shijun found it a little special. Moreover, he felt familiar with the boy, so he squatted down and wanted to say something to the boy.

At that moment, Xixi saw his Mommy walking out of the women's washroom. He instantly shivered, turned around, and ran away.

The little boy ran away before Fu Shijun reached his head. Fu Shijun frowned.

Why did the boy abruptly run away? Was he a monster?

The child ran away in a hurry. As Fu Shijun stood up, the gentleness disappeared, replaced by his usual indifference. Then he walked away.

When Lan Yin walked out of the washroom, she suddenly remembered that the bracelet was left inside and quickly went to look for it. So she did not see Fu Shijun, nor did she see Xixi run away in a hurry.

Xixi ran to a corner and stopped. He touched his chest. His Mommy almost discovered him.

Why is Mommy here?

By the way, Mrs. Yun said Mommy had a company party tonight, so Mommy was having a party here?

When the little boy frowned, he looked the same as Fu Shijun.

He suddenly raised his head and saw a man in a suit standing opposite him and staring at him in shock.

"Who are you?"

This child looked the same as the boss!

It was indeed a mini boss.

He couldn't help suspecting that the little boy was the boss's illegitimate child.

Xixi was immediately on the alert. His Mommy told him not to talk to strangers outside. This uncle looked suspicious, so it would be wiser for him to hastily retreat..

Before the strange man could react, Xixi ran away.

The colleagues asked Lan Yin to come back quickly.

"Lan Yin, We've been waiting for you. Hurry up." A colleague was waiting for her at the door.

Lan Yin quickly walked over to the room and followed her colleague into the room. At first, she felt it was no big deal to change the boss, but now she was nervous.

After all, this was an event in the company. If the new boss was not satisfied, she might be fired at any time. Although she was confident in her design, she still harbored anxiety that the new boss might dislike her.

If she lost her job, the children's lives would be affected. This was what she wanted to avoid.

"Boss, let me introduce Lan Yin to you. Lan Yin is the best designer in our company." Seeing Lan Yin come in, Jeremy happily pulled her to the new boss, Fu Shijun, and introduced her. "The Xinghai Series participating in Fashion Week this year is her design..."

"Lan Xiaoxiao!" Fu Shijun exclaimed, his pupils contracting in shock. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cold aura suddenly turned into a foul wind and rain. He was breathing rapidly.

Why was Lan Xiaoxiao, who died five years ago, standing here?

Lan Yin had never expected that the new boss would be Fu Shijun, who hurt her the most and was the last person she wanted to see in her life.

Her mind seemed to rupture, and a trace of hatred flashed in her clear almond-shaped eyes. She clutched the corner of her clothes so tightly that her veins bulged, and her nails were on the verge of breaking. Only then did she calm down.

When she came in just now, her colleagues blocked her view, so she didn't see Fu Shijun. When she faced him, she hesitated if it would be too late to slap him.

"I'm not Lan Xiaoxiao. I'm Lan Yin." She smiled, but her eyes were very cold.

"Ha." Fu Shijun snorted. The next second, he crushed the cup with his hands!

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

Lan Yin was also shocked. When she met Fu Shijun's black eyes, there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

Why was he so angry? She was the one who was abandoned by him and paid a painful price for it. She should be the one who felt angry!

As blood streamed down Fu Shijun's palm, Zhao Yi, Fu Shijun's assistant, woke up from his shock and looked at Fu Shijun's hand with concern.

"Boss, your hand..."

Fu Shijun suddenly stood up and approached Lan Yin step by step.

His powerful and cold aura, like a strong wind, shot toward Lan Yin with a knife. She slowly raised her head and looked directly at Fu Shijun without flinching.

"Lan Yin? Do you think I can't recognize you if you change your name? Lan Xiaoxiao, you're really clever!"

Lan Xiaoxiao deceived everyone for five years. Everyone thought she was dead. Fu Shijun often felt so guilty that he couldn't fall asleep.

Lan Yin could tell from his voice that he was gnashing his teeth. How ridiculous!

Lan Yin and Fu Shijun stood eyeball to eyeball. Jeremy said in confusion, "Lan Yin, do you know Boss?"

As soon as Jeremy finished speaking, Fu Shijun turned to him coldly. His gaze was as sharp as an arrow. Jeremy was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.

The next second, Fu Shijun grabbed Lan Yin's hand and walked out.

"Let me go. I'm not Lan Xiaoxiao. You mistake me for someone else."

She had a hard time living a peaceful and comfortable life. She didn't want to see this scumbag again. Whether it was for herself or the two children, she didn't want to admit that she was Lan Xiaoxiao.

If she had known that the new boss was Fu Shijun, she would never come to this party. She would resign as soon as possible and change her job.

In the past, she loved Fu Shijun very much, but now she hated him.

Fu Shijun didn't give her a chance to struggle. He dragged her all the way to the stairwell and slammed the door shut.

"Ugh..." Lan Yin was thrown against the wall with her back slammed into the wall. She was about to cry in pain.

Fu Shijun showed no mercy to her.

"Good job, Lan Xiaoxiao. You dared to run away." Fu Shijun was always calm and composed, but at this moment, he couldn't suppress his emotions. He pinched Lan Yin's chin.

Before Lan Yin could recover herself from the pain in her back, her breath was taken away by his powerful aura. Lan Yin grabbed his hand and tried to tear it apart, but she was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"No, I'm not Lan... um..."

As soon as she said the word "not", Fu Shijun tightened his grip. His scarlet eyes were filled with monstrous anger and wanton fierceness. Lan Yin felt her chin ache, and she couldn't say a word. She stared at the crazy man and stopped struggling with a sarcastic smile.

She didn't die five years ago, so she had to be humiliated by him now?

A teardrop fell from the corner of her eye, running down her delicate face to her neck and merging into his blood-stained hand. The salt in the tear stimulated the wound, and the slight pain brought Fu Shijun back to his senses.