Business dinner.

Fu Zelian arrived early, and many people came over to fawn over him, with a constant stream of people surrounding him.

"Why didn't you stay in Haicheng a little longer, Mr. Fu? I haven't had a chance to treat you to a meal yet."

"Next time."

He stood in the crowd, holding a wine glass, his aloof figure drawing attention.

The assistant came over to him and whispered, "Mr. Fu, your wife said she didn't want to come, and the driver couldn't pick her up."

Ye Shi has never liked these kinds of occasions, so getting her to come is as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.

"Okay, if you don't want to come, that's fine too."

"OK."

"President Fu!" Song Wan arrived in a high-profile manner, dressed in a red evening gown, with a beaming smile.

Fu Zelian glanced at her, loosened his tie slightly, and asked impatiently, "Miss Song, have you changed careers?"

"What career should I switch to?"

"I think you'd be perfect for being a social butterfly."

Upon hearing this, Song Wan's face turned pale.

His words were a veiled insult, implying she was a prostitute. He really knew how to talk.

She smiled and said, "We are destined to meet. You could say we are telepathic; we bumped into each other at several restaurants last time."

Song Wan touched his wine glass to the glass, took a sip of red wine, and commented in a sophisticated manner, "This hotel has been around for decades, but the taste of this wine hasn't changed at all. It's so disappointing."

"I have something to do, I'm leaving now." He wasn't in the mood to talk to her and turned to leave.

"Hey Mr. Fu, why don't you try some of our company's wine before you leave?"

Song Wan stopped him, called over a waiter, and gave him a different drink.

"This is a red wine that my brother developed at a winery abroad. It tastes much better than the ones in China. You should try it."

"No need." Despite her enthusiasm, Fu Zelian still refused.

Song Wan's smile faded, and her narrow eyes narrowed meaningfully. "President Fu, you don't dare to drink my wine. Are you afraid? I didn't expect that a business tycoon from Yucheng would be afraid of even a cup of wine. If this gets back to Yucheng, you'll probably be laughed at to death."

Are you trying to intimidate me?

"No, no, I was just chatting."

Fu Zelian gave her a cold glance, picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "Miss Song, are you satisfied with this?"

Song Wan nodded, "Yes, Mr. Fu has a good capacity for alcohol."

After he turned and walked away, the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Fu Zelian socialized with others for a while, drank a few glasses of wine, and gradually felt his strength waning.

"Mr. Fu, are you alright?" The assistant noticed something was wrong with him and went over to support him.

"I feel a little dizzy, but it's nothing."

"Could it be that I drank too much tonight? The alcohol at this hotel is definitely too strong."

"Go to the back lounge."

Fu Zelian went to the lounge and chug down hot water to try and relieve his discomfort.

Just then, Ye Shi called.

"My son said he wants to see you." Ye Shi turned the phone camera towards Xiao Zhe.

Seeing his son's fair and tender face on his phone, Fu Zelian felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "Why aren't you asleep yet? You have to take a plane back early tomorrow morning."

"I don't want to sleep, I want to sleep with my mom and dad."

"I'll come back to see you when Dad's done with his work."

"That's a lie. Dad always says that, but he's always busy and never gets to finish. He's always a very busy man."

"You will too."

"No way, it's too tiring."

"President Fu." Song Wan walked in.

The mother and son on the other end of the video call also heard her voice.

Fu Zelian hung up the phone, looked up, and frowned, asking, "Who let you in?"

"I saw the door was open, so I came in."