Chapter 295: The younger generation is very fierce and crazy (36)

Besides, he just likes women and has not done anything murderous or arsonous. Why do you keep harping on this point?

Some men are like this. When they can't find an excuse, they will become helpless and furious.

They will roar and curse, but they just don't want to admit that they can't control their lower body.

"Stop talking nonsense. What do you want from me?"

Wasting his time with Shen Yuan.

Fu Shishan forced himself to suppress his anger, took out a contract from the drawer and handed it to him.

"Take a good look at this. This is the equity transfer contract. You're an adult now. Find a time and go with me to complete the paperwork."

Fu Jinan opened the paper and it said that Fu Shishan voluntarily transferred 15% of the shares in his name to Fu Jinan, on the condition that Fu Jinan must work in the group for three years after graduation.

He always felt that Fu Jinan was uneducated and unskilled, so he wanted to use this contract to tie him to the group.

It's better to hang out in the group than to hang out outside.

Besides, Yunyun’s biggest wish before was to see this unfilial son become successful.

If it was the Fu Jinan of the past, it would definitely be impossible, but the current Fu Jinan has changed a lot.

He doesn't mind giving him a chance to prove himself.

Fu Jinan stared at the contract with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

He pulled a pen from the pen holder and signed his name without hesitation.

All his efforts during this period were for this ticket.

A ticket stained with his mother's blood.

Fu Jinan's fingertips trembled with excitement, and the corners of his narrow eyes were almost invisible with a hint of scarlet.

He tried hard to suppress it, and the back of his hand turned faintly blue.

"This summer, you will study with me. Let me see your abilities so that you won't regret this choice."

It is called learning, but in fact it is also a kind of experience for Fu Jinan.

He is too young and has not experienced the harshness of society. Once he hits a wall, you will understand his good intentions.

"In a few days, I'll have dinner with some business friends to pave the way for you. Okay, if you don't have anything else, go out. I still have to go and get Xiao An to sleep."

When the last sentence came out of his mouth, Fu Shishan was stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously looked at Fu Jinan, with a hint of guilt in his expression.

He has become accustomed to calling Xiao An, but now, Xiao An no longer refers to Fu Jinan.

Hearing this, Fu Jinan's face showed no expression.

It’s hard to describe the feeling in his heart. Fu Shishan felt that his son was even more cold-blooded than himself.

He handed the contract to Fu Jinan, and his elbow accidentally knocked over a pile of documents to be processed.

It fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Fu Jinan subconsciously picked it up out of politeness, and his eyes suddenly fell on one of the white papers.

Fu Shishan's face suddenly changed. He reached out to take the paper, but Fu Jinan had already picked it up.

After the contract was signed, Party A purchased a property in Paris for Party B worth three million, plus a check for five million to support Party B's college education.

The condition is that Party B cannot return to Kyoto in his lifetime.

Party A's signature: Fu Shishan

Party B's signature: Chen Yuan

Fu Jinan's knuckles were shaking and he lost his grip on the contract, which fell to the ground with a thud.

He bent down to pick it up in a panic, thinking he had seen it wrong.

Fu Jinan rubbed his eyes and looked at the two words signed by Party B. His face turned pale instantly.

It's her handwriting...

How could...

What does this mean?

What do you mean she can't return to Kyoto forever? Didn't she go to Paris to attend university? Didn't she come back in three years?

Fu Jinan's mind was in a mess and his ears were buzzing.

He maintained his last bit of composure and held the contract in front of Fu Shishan.

"What's this..."

Since he had already seen it, Fu Shishan had nothing to hide.

"This is a decision she and I discussed together. Don't worry, I didn't force her."

Fu Jinan clutched the contract tightly, his face gloomy, and questioned word by word.

"She can never return to Kyoto. Is this what you mean by not forcing her?"

"Fu Jinan, how dare you talk to me? Don't think I don't know about the dirty things you and Shen Yuan did. Even the kissing photos were leaked, and you still have the nerve to question me? I sent her away for your reputation. She is your stepsister!"

Fu Jinan's face turned completely cold, and his voice became terribly hoarse.

"Dirty? Is she as dirty as you? She and I like each other, and she's much cleaner than you."

"Like each other?" Fu Shishan seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He sneered, his laughter was contemptuous and cruel.

"What if I tell you that it was she who offered to stay in Paris?"

Seeing that Fu Jinan didn't believe it at all, Fu Shishan said coldly

"My original intention was to send her to Paris to study, and then send her back after you got a girlfriend or got engaged, so as to sever the relationship between you two. Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to propose to stay in France and never return to Kyoto."

Fu Shishan deliberately slowed down his speech so that Fu Jinan could hear clearly.

"She said there was no one she cared about in this house, so she didn't want to stay here at all."

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Shen Yuan had already packed her luggage and was about to get a glass of water when Wangzai's voice came into her mind.

"Host, I've found that the target is currently experiencing significant emotional fluctuations. It's time!"

Chen Yuan hummed softly, put down the cup of water, sat by the bed and waited quietly.

The next second, the room was pushed open.

There was a loud bang, as if something was about to fall, disrupting the silence in the room.

The turbulent forces lurking in the darkness surged up, and the invisible gloom was suppressed in Fu Jinan's pupils.

"Chen Yuan..."

Fu Jinan's voice was a little hoarse, as if it had rolled over a rough gravel road, hoarse and a little hot.

Wangzai's reminder sound kept ringing in my mind, and the favorability value was on the edge of the cliff, but the terrible blackening value was like boiling water, which would gush out as long as the lid was opened.

Shen Yuan pretended nothing had happened, walked over and touched his head with a smile.

"What's the matter? Can't bear to leave me?"

There were obvious blue veins on Fu Jinan's cold forehead, and his breathing was disordered and heavy. He lowered his head and let Shen Yuan touch his head.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah, didn't I tell you my ticket is at 3pm tomorrow afternoon?"

Fu Jinan's hair is soft, just like him, and feels great to the touch.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but rubbed it hard again, kneading it into a mess, and then withdrew his hand with satisfaction.