Could it be that they intend to use Fu Yanshen as a shield to get past Madam Ouyang?
I've seen this kind of example many times in the entertainment industry.
A powerful figure is keeping a celebrity as a mistress, regardless of gender.
They feared that their wives or the outside world would find out, affecting their reputation and interests. So they arranged for their mistress to marry other celebrities, making them a nominal couple to cover up their affair while they continued their clandestine activities.
I used to think Shi Jin loved Fu Yanshen a lot.
So they wanted him to be a great victim.
I don't know how much time had passed when the unfamiliar ringtone startled me. I covered my mouth even tighter to avoid alerting the culprit.
"Dad... um... Mom called me on another phone..." Shi Jin's voice was accompanied by passionate moans.
"catch!"
Mr. Ouyang, who was having an affair with Shi Jin via video call, suddenly asked her to answer the phone.
My worldview was shattered.
Madam Ouyang: "Jin'er, where have you been? I can't see you anywhere!"
"Mom... um... Mom, I suddenly... have a stomachache... in the bathroom..." Shi Jin's voice suppressed an ambiguous moan.
"Is it serious? Did you catch a cold or eat something bad? Are you on the first or second floor? Mom will come find you."
"Aww..."
"What's that sound?" Mrs. Ouyang asked alertly, hearing Mr. Ouyang's low breathing.
"Mom, what's that sound? I didn't hear it..." Shi Jin pretended to be clueless.
Listening to their conversation, I gritted my teeth.
How could Shi Jin possibly face Madam Ouyang?
That son-in-law, Mr. Ouyang, was even worse. He rose to power by relying on his wife and even had an affair with his adopted daughter right under his wife's nose.
After ending the call, they were finally done.
At the banquet, I watched as Madam Ouyang showed concern for Shi Jin, carefully selecting food to take care of her stomach. Thinking of Shi Jin and her husband's scandalous affair, I felt so nauseous that I couldn't eat a single bite.
"Qiaoqiao, why aren't you eating? Are you feeling unwell?" Mrs. Ouyang, who was diagonally across from me, asked with concern.
I smiled slightly, "I'm not very hungry yet."
"Then have some fruit, your Aunt Xu's longevity peaches are quite nice..." she said to me considerately as she turned the plate.
"Madam, thank you, but I'm allergic to peaches, so I won't eat them," I said sincerely.
The smile on her lips froze, and her beautiful, delicate phoenix eyes stared at me blankly, her eyes visibly red, as if she had remembered something sad.
When Mrs. Xu came to offer a toast, she snapped out of her daze, and I stood up to drink and celebrate with everyone.
After the banquet ended and I returned to my lodgings, I uploaded the recording from my voice recorder to the cloud drive and didn't mention it to anyone for the time being.
The once-every-five-years International Economic Forum summit was held in Beijing. Song Sinan got me an admission pass and invited me to attend with him. I also wanted to see what the truly top-tier business community was like and what sectors the bigwigs were investing in.
This summit, hosted by an international conglomerate organization, will announce the investment projects they have selected this year and provide them with capital support.
I appeared at the summit with Song Sinan, wearing a tailor-made suit, with my wavy hair down, an admission pass hanging around my neck, and carrying a briefcase.
At a glance, one can see many big names in the domestic business world, as well as many Western faces.
Being by Song Sinan's side, I also became the center of attention, and everyone seemed to be speculating about my relationship with him.
At 9:40 a.m., the bigwigs entered the conference hall one after another. Before entering, Song Sinan politely asked me to go first, but I carefully examined his tie.
"What?" he raised an eyebrow and asked gently.
Me: "Mr. Song, your tie is knotted crooked."
Song Sinan's face darkened, his brows furrowed, and his thin lips pressed into a thin line, looking as if he could not tolerate it at all.
I know he's having a perfectionist or obsessive-compulsive disorder episode.
Seeing his flustered state, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Song Sinan covered his tie knot with one hand and grabbed my wrist with the other, pulling me to a secluded corner.
"No mirror, please?" He locked his deep eyes on me, his tone questioning.
I smiled and handed him the briefcase, then walked up to him and carefully straightened his tie.
The man had a broad chest, and his dark blue silk tie gleamed with a warm, lustrous sheen. His clothes exuded a faint, pleasant scent of ebony and sandalwood, giving him an air of noble restraint.
Just then, I vaguely felt a pair of cold eyes staring intently at me from behind. It was a familiar feeling, so I frowned and subconsciously turned my head to look.
The moment their eyes met, Fu Yanshen looked away and strode towards the entrance of the conference hall.
Lin Xiao, carrying a briefcase, followed behind him.
I haven't seen him for a week since we parted at the hospital, and he looks much thinner.
At this moment, many bigwigs in the industry are pointing fingers at him.
When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. In the past, President Fu was a star in the business world, but now he has fallen from his pedestal and everyone can kick him while he's down.
"Does he really think that any investors would still be willing to invest in him?"
"In my opinion, they should just declare bankruptcy."
"With his looks, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to be a gigolo for a rich woman."
"Don't even mention it, I actually heard that a certain well-known female entrepreneur said she wanted to keep him as a sugar daddy, hahaha..."
Hearing these sarcastic remarks, I couldn't help but grit my teeth.
I've experienced this scene before.
At this moment, Fu Yanshen stopped in his tracks, his face expressionless, his gaze sweeping over them with an indifferent look as if he were looking at a pile of dead objects.
Everyone fell silent, too terrified to utter another word.
Fu Yanshen entered the conference hall.
"Are you done?" Song Sinan's voice brought me back to my senses.
I turned my head and realized that my hands were tightly gripping the lapel of his suit jacket, which was originally crisp and wrinkled!
I looked at him awkwardly.
He looked at the wrinkles with a wry smile, then raised his hand and dusted them off.
"It's about time, let's go in." He gave me a calm smile.
I smiled sheepishly.
As soon as I entered the conference hall, I saw a couple that made me feel nauseous.
Shi Jin, dressed in a white suit, intimately linked arms with her adoptive father and former lover, Mr. Ouyang, and blocked Fu Yanshen's way.
"Yanshen, I only entrusted my precious daughter to you because I value you highly. Look at you, you could have gained both wealth and a daughter, but you insisted on hitting a brick wall..."
Mr. Ouyang, with an air of superiority, berated Fu Yanshen.
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