Chapter 141 It’s so hard to appease an angry wife
Wen Mingde hung his head dejectedly.
There is no way, no way at all.
He looked at Wen Nanxi fiercely as he signed the transfer agreement, wrote a letter of understanding, took away the villa's property certificate, and went to handle the transfer.
That feeling is like my heart is bleeding.
Seeing Fu Ciyan and Wen Nanxi walking away so casually, he was so angry that his teeth were itching.
I was secretly thinking about how to get these things back.
As soon as the door closed, Fang Jinying's face fell.
"These are all our son's assets, and you're just going to give them to this little girl? I'm telling you, I don't agree. We only have this one son, and he can't be wronged!"
Wen Mingde was also furious: "Do you think I'm willing? Call that kid Wen Xudong back and let him come back and ask for it himself!"
Fang Jinying was still angry:
"It's all your fault for not being ruthless back then. You should have just let that little girl die at the hands of the kidnappers. Now you've caused so much trouble."
She had originally refused to give the shares to Wen Nanxi no matter what, and everything in the Wen family should belong to her son.
But since this happened to the Zhu family, she couldn't just ignore it, because the Zhu family was half her maternal family.
It was Wen Mingde's sister who introduced her to Wen Mingde.
Zhu Youyou also grew up under her watch, so she couldn't just stand by and watch.
She agreed only after Wen Mingde repeatedly assured her that she could get the shares back.
But seeing Wen Nanxi walking away so arrogantly, she felt unhappy and couldn't help but lose her temper.
Wen Mingde had no choice. That was all his money, and he also had a villa. He could not control his anger at all and started arguing with Fang Jinying.
"You said it lightly, but it's not your fault. If the person you were looking for hadn't failed, would the following things have happened?"
Fang Jinying couldn't stand this grievance and shouted:
"Now you know you blame me, I don't know who will be soft-hearted one day! I think you just can't forget that bitch!"
Snap——
Fang Jinying covered her face in disbelief: "You dare to hit me? Wen Mingde, you dare to hit me!"
Crash——
A group of servants hid in the corner, watching Fang Jinying smashing things up, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement...
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When going out, Wen Nanxi held Fu Ci Yan's arm.
She just wanted to show that old bitch Deng and let Wen Mingde know that she was not easy to control now and it was better for him to behave himself.
In order to prevent Wen Mingde from staring at her from behind, Wen Nanxi didn't let go of her hand until she got in the car, and the sweet smile on her face turned cold.
Fu Ciyan looked at her expression and felt amused:
"Why did you let go? Your husband will hold you."
Wen Nanxi glanced at him indifferently, turned her head to look out the window, leaving the back of her head visible to Fu Ci Yan.
Fu Ciyan: ...
It’s so hard to coax an angry wife!
Wen Nanxi hadn't acted coquettishly towards him for a long time. Today, she suddenly called him husband in such a coquettish manner, and his heart was in turmoil.
In the past, Wen Nanxi would only call her by her name, or call him Ayan.
In fact, he liked it very much, but he preferred her to call him husband. In the past, he would only coax her to call him husband when she was in the mood.
Today, thanks to Wen Mingde, he was able to have a good time.
The more he thought about it, the more itchy he felt. He leaned over and coaxed her in a low voice:
"Call me husband again, okay?"
Wen Nanxi tilted her head slightly: "Are you sick?"
Fu Ciyan was helpless: "Weren't you shouting so enthusiastically just now? Why are you unwilling now?"
Wen Nanxi tried to smooth things over: "Did they call? I don't remember, I'm not sure."
Fu Ciyan: ...
"Then call me Ah Yan again."
Wen Nanxi looked at him this time and said coldly:
"No, I don't want to be scolded."
Fu Ci Yan fell silent instantly.
Fu Ci Yan saw how she argued with Fang Jinying just now.
If he really makes people angry and starts bringing up old things, he won't be able to handle it and can only sit up straight in disappointment, not daring to say a word.
Seeing his expression, Wen Nanxi curled her lips and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Wen Nanxi watched the scenery outside the car window gradually become more prosperous and couldn't help asking:
"Where are we going?"
Fu Ciyan had adjusted his mentality by now, with a doting look on his face:
"Didn't you just say you wanted to see the photography studio I prepared for you? Your meeting with Fang Wenshan is in the afternoon. Since we're free now, let's go take a look."
Wen Nanxi: "...I was just saying that to Wen Mingde, I wasn't really going."
Fu Ciyan said innocently: "Ah, then I don't know, I thought you really wanted to come."
"What are you doing? I've already said that I won't stay in Kyoto, and I don't want your photography studio."
Wen Nanxi was a little angry. Maybe it was because she was pregnant and her emotions were always unstable.
Xiao Li received the look from his CEO and coughed:
"Madam, there's a place with delicious braised duck here. I just took a look. Since we're here, right?"
When Wen Nanxi heard the words "braised duck", he suddenly felt hungry.
"Okay."
Seeing Wen Nanxi agreed, Fu Ci Yan felt both happy and sad.
What made him happy was that she was willing to show him the studio he had prepared, but what made him sad was that she would rather listen to Xiao Li than to himself.
Never mind, the goal has been achieved anyway.
Xiao Li turned the steering wheel and stopped the car steadily in front of a shop.
This is a two-story shop with a large area and a simple and elegant decoration style. It doesn’t have a doorplate yet.
I have to say that Wen Nanxi fell in love with this store the first time she saw it.
The area was just right, the exterior decoration style appealed to her aesthetic, the surrounding facilities were complete, and the shops were also high-end.
Seeing Wen Nanxi's eyes, Fu Ci Yan's brows relaxed and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Wen Nanxi looked at Fu Ci Yan's expression suspiciously.
Why do I feel like he looks like a peacock with its tail spread out?
Fu Ci Yan helped her open the door of the shop. The neat and elegant look of the shop caught Wen Nanxi's eye.
The warm and simple style is what she likes. There are some paintings she likes hanging on the wall. There is a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the warm sunlight shines in. There are also some green plants, which make the room full of vitality.
Fu Ci Yan took her for a walk. Both the reception area and the photography area were in the style that Wen Nanxi liked, and it was obvious that Fu Ci Yan had put a lot of effort into it.
Finally stopping at the exhibition area, Wen Nanxi was shocked.
"How did you get these photos?"
As she looked at the photos, memories welled up in her eyes and she couldn't help but reach out and touch them.
There are many photos, including photos of Wen Nanxi when she was little, being held in He Wanfeng's arms, and photos of her rolling on the grass like a little monkey.
It can be seen that the person who took the photos has good skills, and every photo reveals warmth.
"This is a photo my grandpa took of my mom and me. Fu Ciyan, don't you think my mom is pretty?"
Fu Ciyan held Wen Nanxi in his arms:
"Yes, as pretty as you."
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