The alluring and seductive Joanna entered, arm in arm with a refined and gentlemanly middle-aged man.

He was around forty or fifty years old, and maintained his figure extremely well. He was as upright as a pine tree and showed no signs of aging.

His face combines features of East Asians, with dark, shiny hair and thick eyebrows, with the deep facial features of Westerners, and his bone structure is superb.

Fu Yanshen looks just like him, and doesn't resemble the Sheng family at all.

Sheng Minghui looked at them, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.

Old Master Sheng still maintained an arrogant attitude, but as they approached, he seemed to recognize their identities, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

It seems that he recognized Fu Yanshen's uncle, a British royal earl minister.

Fu Yanshen's maternal grandmother was the cousin of the former Queen of England, and his maternal grandfather, a businessman, was granted a title, which was now passed down to his maternal uncle. The Qiao family was a true aristocracy in England.

Their status in the domestic political arena is on par with that of the Ye family.

The last time we received protection from the Royal Police, it was also because of my uncle.

"Uncle, Anna!" I called out to them joyfully, nudging Fu Yanshen's elbow.

The elderly Sheng father and son were clearly stunned.

“Secretary Ye, this is my uncle, Qiao Bainian, Earl Hill.” Fu Yanshen had just regained some consciousness when he put his arm around me and stepped forward to introduce his uncle to my father.

Dad extended his right hand, a confident and magnanimous smile on his face. "Mr. Qiao, it's an honor to meet you."

Uncle Qiao shook hands with him politely, "Secretary Ye, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"From now on, we will be in-laws, and I feel very honored."

Dad listened and nodded.

"As the old saying goes, a maternal uncle is like a father. Yan Shen is a member of the Qiao family and will inherit my title in the future! Regarding the betrothal gifts and wedding arrangements, our Qiao family will do our best to make everything perfect!"

Uncle Qiao held Dad's hand and spoke eloquently.

He was also speaking to the old man and his son, Sheng. Their faces flushed red and then turned pale, especially the old man, who had completely lost the arrogance and contempt he had shown towards Fu Yanshen’s background.

Thinking of Fu Yanshen's turbulent life, my nose tingled with tears, and I wrapped my arms around his waist even tighter.

Dad and Uncle Qiao continued their pleasantries. The elderly Sheng father and son tried to join in, but were blocked by the bodyguards and had to leave dejectedly.

Before getting on the bus, I noticed that Fu Yanshen glanced absentmindedly in Sheng Minghui's direction, a fleeting emotion flashing in his eyes.

Once in the car, the drunken man clung to me childishly, rubbing his chin against my neck, "Wife, I crave love... only your love. Everyone else is just..."

He muttered to himself, tightening his grip even more.

Along the way, he was like a chatterbox, rambling on and on about many things from our past.

He said that when Sheng Minghui had a heart attack, I was so anxious that I wanted him to come with me, but he refused because he hated that scumbag father and knew that he was faking his illness.

But seeing how distraught I was, he couldn't bear it and went with me.

He said he took every word I said to heart.

He also said that he was sick and I was his medicine.

...

The main switch of the mansion was accidentally switched on, and the lights were turned on.

Fu Yanshen finally released my swollen and painful lips, his burning gaze scorching my French-style strapless red dress.

Everything around them blurred.

His eyes were pure black, unfathomable, and possessed an extreme allure.

My eyes were glued to him, I could clearly feel his warm breath, and I eagerly grabbed his tie and pressed myself close to him.

The man's eyes darkened, and in the next instant, he pulled me onto the counter in the entryway, his handsome face pressing down on me as he passionately kissed me, his hands tracing my body inch by inch through the red velvet fabric.

In the instant our bodies merged, Fu Yanshen whispered in my ear, his voice rough and magnetic: "Miss, do you know what I was thinking when you were flirting with me back then?"

Miss, please have some self-respect.

That's what he always said back then.

"Hmm...what?"

With a sharp "rip," I felt a chill as my red dress shattered under his rough hand.

"I want to tear your clothes off... fuck you hard...!"

He used a double entendre with that last rude word.

It almost knocked my soul out of my body.

...

Passion burned from the entrance hall all the way to the dining table, sofa, French windows, bed, bathtub... everywhere bore the traces of our lovemaking.

The next day, I was too tired to get up and go get the marriage certificate. When I woke up, the Civil Affairs Bureau was almost closed.

We can only go on another day.

Then, Fu Yanshen suddenly flew to Germany on a business trip, which caused further delays.

That night, Su Yu was taken away by the police and disappeared the next day. No one knew where she went, and no matter how hard Song Sinan searched, he could not find her.

Surveillance footage shows that Ning Xi rolled down the stairs after she and Ning Xi had physical contact.

Ning Xi's baby could not be saved.

I heard all of this from Luo Luo.

Luo Luo didn't seem to know about Song Sinan and Su Yu, so I didn't tell her.

Luo Luo fell in love with Fu Ren, but Fu Ren had a new girlfriend. Fu Yanshen had mentioned this to me before.

Fu Ren is a true orphan abandoned by his family. He is born deaf and has no family background or connections. Even with his older brother Fu Yanshen helping him, he is still insecure deep down because of his disability.

To make Luo Luo give up on him, he got a girlfriend.

Luo Luo also followed her family's arrangements and began to discuss marriage.

*

Three months later...

"We are about to broadcast a breaking news report: A private plane crashed in Berlin, Germany, and all five people on board have tragically died."

"In the early hours of this morning, domestic time, a private plane crashed in Berlin, killing five people. Among the victims was Mr. Fu Yanshen, a young Chinese entrepreneur and founder of the Fu Group. This news has shocked the global investment community..."

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