Chapter 315 Leaky Leather Jacket
He Nanxi touched little Anze's face and told him:
"Uncle Fu is your father, and that's a fact that can't be changed. But you're an independent individual. You can make your own decision whether or not to acknowledge him or get along with him. To your mother, you're the most important thing. No matter what, I'll protect you."
"Then I will work hard to grow up and protect my mother in the future."
He Nanxi picked him up and kissed him:
"Okay, then mom will wait until you grow up."
With such a well-behaved and lovely son, who needs a stinky man?
"Mom, I want to meet Uncle Fu. I have something to say to him."
"Okay, Mom will take you there."
Now that things have come to this point, he will no longer stop Xiao Anze and Fu Ci Yan from meeting.
Besides, all of Fu Ci Yan’s property in the future will belong to Xiao Anze. Who would complain about having too much money?
Don’t refuse your father’s money.
She carried little Anze to the door of Fu Ciyan's room and knocked on it:
"Xiao Anze wants to say a few words to you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Fu Ci Yan's eyes.
Since the last time he separated from Xiao Anze, he has never had close contact with Xiao Anze again. He really misses the feeling of blood connection.
He squatted down and faced Xiao Anze:
"Xiao Anze, do you have anything to say to Dad?"
"I want to say... come closer."
Fu Ci Yan obediently approached Xiao Anze and looked at him expectantly.
Little Anze hit Fu Ciyan's chin with a precise left hook, then raised his short legs and fiercely kicked his father, yelling:
"You're not allowed to bully my mother. You're a bad uncle. I don't want you to be my father. I hate you!"
Fu Ci Yan was really caught off guard. He squatted on the ground with a look of astonishment on his face.
"puff……"
He Nanxi really couldn't help laughing, but she didn't stop Xiao Anze.
How much strength can a child have without hurting Fu Ci Yan?
She had wanted to beat Fu Ci Yan for a long time.
Her son is the best because he knows how to help her vent her anger.
Little Anze hummed:
"I'm warning you, don't bully my mom anymore, or I'll beat you up when I grow up!"
Fu Ciyan: ...
What a leaky leather jacket.
"Mom, let's go!"
He Nanxi suppressed his laughter and said to Fu Ciyan, who had lost all hope in life:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, the child is ignorant, please don't take it to heart."
Fu Ci Yan didn't say anything.
His heart was aching.
His wife ignores him and his son doesn't recognize him.
What a sin!
…
After returning from the holiday villa, He Nanxi plunged into his busy work.
Little Anze has started school, and she can concentrate on doing what she wants to do.
The popularity of her account continued to rise, and she spent more time operating the account every day than editing photos, which made her feel dizzy from exhaustion.
After thinking about it, He Nanxi posted the recruitment information on the recruitment software. She now needs a dedicated operator.
After sending little Anze to kindergarten, she rushed to the studio. The information she had posted some time ago to recruit photographers and assistants had already received responses. Because of the popularity of her account, countless people sent her resumes.
She screened until midnight the day before yesterday and only then arranged an interview for today.
"Sister Nanxi, it's so early today. There are so many people interviewing today."
Xiaoxue, the receptionist, had just finished organizing the documents and greeted her.
He Nanxi put the coffee she brought for her on the table:
"Yes, I'm sorry for your hard work today. I'll double your bonus this month."
Xiaoxue happily accepted the coffee: "Wow, Sister Nanxi, you are really the best boss in the world!"
He Nanxi smiled and said, "You are the only one who has a sweet mouth."
"Sister Nanxi, a man came to see you yesterday. He said he had a document for you."
He Nanxi stopped and asked: "Huh? Who is it?"
Xiaoxue took out a thick document:
"He's a pretty good-looking guy, but he gave me a strange vibe. He stood at the door for quite a while before coming in. After he came in, he kept looking around, looking at your photo with a mixture of contemplation and nostalgia. If he hadn't been wearing custom-made clothes and looked so rich, I would have thought he was a scammer. Oh, and he said his last name was Fu."
After finishing speaking, Xiaoxue blinked gossipingly: "Sister Nanxi, do you know him? He wouldn't have a crush on you, would he?"
He Nanxi: ...
"Don't mind him, he's a psychopath."
After she came back from the Summer Resort, she blacklisted all of Fu Ci Yan's contact information, including his Alipay friends.
She even blocked Yu Zhao and didn't want to see any news from Fu Ci Yan at all. She was annoyed to death.
It seemed that he couldn't contact her, so he came directly to her studio to find her. Fortunately, she didn't come yesterday.
He Nanxi took the heavy document and opened it. It turned out to be the assets he had sorted out last time.
"He said if there's no problem, I can contact him to handle the formalities."
He Nanxi nodded: "Okay, I understand. When the interviewer arrives, please take him over for me."
Xiaoxue perked up: "Understood!"
…
Today is Jiang Haonan and Ji Jiaojiao’s wedding.
As Ji Jiaojiao's only relative from her mother's family, Fu Ci Yan was also present.
The wedding was held in a small church in the suburbs because it was free, but it was a bit shabby.
There were only a few people at the scene, sitting on old chairs that made creaking sounds when they moved.
The weather was not good, it was gloomy and a bit hot in Hai City in September. Maybe it was about to rain, the air was a bit humid, and the temperature of 36 or 37 degrees Celsius quickly made people's clothes soaked with sweat and their whole bodies sticky.
So much so that the guests present looked a little impatient.
Fu Ci Yan was dressed casually, sitting in the first row with his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Finally, the opening music started.
The pastor, wearing a white robe, stood in front of the altar with Jiang Haonan.
Jiang Haonan didn't seem to be happy about getting married. He didn't even have a best man. His clothes were of the simplest style, a little ill-fitting and wrinkled, making him look less dignified.
As the wedding march sounded, Ji Jiaojiao entered and slowly walked towards Jiang Haonan.
She should have been accompanied here by her father, but her parents were no longer around. She wanted Fu Ci Yan to accompany her, but Jiang Haonan refused.
There were no bridesmaids or flower girls, and there was no smile on her face. Her wedding dress was conservative and wrapped her tightly.
Ji Jiaojiao stood still, her expression numb.
The pastor read a passage from the Bible - a chapter about love, and led the guests in prayer, asking God to bless the marriage.
"Mr. Jiang Haonan, are you willing to marry Ms. Ji Jiaojiao? Whether she is sick or healthy, poor or rich, you will always be faithful to her until she dies?"
Jiang Haonan raised the corner of his lips: "I do."
The pastor looked at Ji Jiaojiao and said the same words again.
But she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter those three words. She looked towards the audience, in the direction of Fu Ciyan, as if asking for help...
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