Chapter 67 What a pity! It's such a pity!
Fu Qingci no longer cared about manners and immediately started cursing at Yan Mo: "How could you be so stupid!"
"If Old Xu doesn't write it, won't you tell me? I'd rather prepare another birthday gift for Grandpa than steal someone else's!"
Yan Mo's eyes were bloodshot. "Even if it was stolen, it wasn't me who stole it! I went through all the trouble of buying this calligraphy for you at a high price, and instead of being grateful, you insulted me. You're utterly heartless!"
The police officer, seeing the young couple arguing, awkwardly interrupted them: "I need you both to come with us to assist with the investigation."
Yan Mo turned her face away and said coldly, "I'm not going. What does this have to do with me!"
“The stolen goods are currently in your hands, so of course they are related to you.”
This is definitely Liang Fan's fault.
However, the return of this calligraphy to its rightful owner involved a transaction between Yan Mo and Liang Fan, so it was certainly related to her.
Yan Mo bit her lip. "Take this calligraphy with you. Just have Liang Fan refund my money. It's like I never bought it."
"I'll say it again, you two need to come with us to cooperate with the investigation."
"Do you even know who I am? How could I possibly go with you!" Yan Mo's face, hidden beneath her perfect makeup, seemed to crack.
She suppressed her anger and kept her voice down.
"No matter who you are, you have to come with us. If you don't want things to get too ugly, please cooperate."
The old man said in a deep voice, "The police officers have sent you. Just cooperate with the investigation."
Anyway, he didn't plan to invite them to stay for dinner.
Fu Qingci's face was ashen. Originally, this matter had little to do with him, but he was implicated by Yan Mo.
You idiot! You idiot!
Not only did we waste our time, but we also lost all face.
"Grandpa, I didn't know about this beforehand..."
The old man pressed his hand down and said coldly, "Whether you know it or not is not important. First, cooperate with the police to investigate the matter thoroughly."
Fu Qingci and Yan Mo were both taken away, and Fu Wenyang was humiliated and could no longer sit still.
He left without even eating.
Fu Chengjin's expression was also not very good, even though she had previously thought highly of Fu Qingci.
He had such a great opportunity, and he was utterly useless!
After a quick meal, she got up to say goodbye.
The old man angrily called Fu Yansheng into the comfort room, his brows furrowing.
"Your timing is really accurate."
He didn't believe that today's events had nothing to do with Fu Yansheng.
Fu Yansheng showed no sign of guilt, his voice slightly cool: "It's alright."
However, the old man didn't care about Fu Qingci's matter.
He glanced at the strawberries on the table, then picked up the greeting card again.
"Explain this to me, what's going on?"
Fu Yansheng glanced at the table, saw the contents of the greeting card, and chuckled.
"Wishing your whole family a speedy recovery? Is this some kind of trendy phrase?" The old man was completely baffled.
Fu Yansheng chuckled, "Hmm, a new kind of blessing."
The old man rolled his eyes at him. "Isn't Yan Sui just that little girl from the Yan family? What's going on between you two?"
Fu Yansheng casually pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching out her long legs freely.
"Nothing's wrong."
You can't get two farts out of a man even if you beat him three times. Even though he's his own son, the old man has to admit that his son's temper is so bad that even a dog would hate him.
What blind girl would be interested in him?
"Alright, alright, you can go out now. Call Assistant Qu in."
Fu Yansheng lifted her eyelids and stared at the old man for a moment.
"It's not good for older people to eat too many strawberries, let me take them out for you."
The old man immediately pressed down on the basket, "Being near the water gives you an advantage. You can eat as many strawberries as you want in the countryside, right?"
Fu Yansheng clicked his tongue. "Is that a suitable way to put it?"
"What's wrong with that?" The old man glanced at him. "Do you really want to take advantage of your proximity?"
He snorted, "You were the one who proposed breaking off the engagement. If you go back on your word, I won't have the face to propose marriage to the Yan family."
Fu Yansheng's handsome brows furrowed slightly; why was everyone saying this?
"That's not true."
He said no more, got up and walked out, taking the basket of strawberries with him.
This angered the old man, who glared at him and scolded him as an unfilial son!
He turned around and called Qu Jiang back, mainly to ask him about Fu Yansheng's health.
Qujiang noticed something was wrong some time ago.
Because he hadn't seen Fu Yansheng fall ill for a long time!
"Oh? Not during this period of time?"
Qu Jiang pondered for a moment, then said firmly, "No."
Not only that, Fu Yansheng's complexion was much better than before.
Old Master Fu narrowed his eyes slightly; this was indeed a strange thing.
"What's going on with Yan Sui? Is she deliberately getting close to your CEO, Mr. Fu?"
Speaking of this, Qu Jiang's expression became somewhat complicated.
"That's what I thought at first too..."
He explained to the old man how Fu Yansheng had deceived Yan Sui and how he had freeloaded at Yan Sui's house.
The old man was utterly astonished after hearing this.
It's hard to believe that the shameless scoundrel Qu Jiang is talking about is actually his son.
He gritted his teeth, "If outsiders find out that he's been freeloading in the village, I'll lose all face!"
Qu Jiang remained expressionless. He felt that the old man was probably angrier at his sickly father, spendthrift mother, mentally challenged brother, and disabled nephew.
"Alright, you can go back now. Remember to keep it a secret for him and don't let it slip."
The old man carefully instructed him that whether he could eat the vegetables Yan Sui grew depended on Fu Yansheng.
Qujiang: "?"
As expected, birds of a feather flock together.
Qu Jiang was about to take his leave when he suddenly remembered the housewarming gift he wanted to give Yan Sui, and his face showed reluctance.
After hesitating for a moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Second Master wants to pick out a housewarming gift for Miss Yan Sui."
He thought the old man would definitely give Fu Yansheng a good scolding.
After all, this wasn't the first time he'd been so enraged by his youngest son.
This time, however, he was unusually easy to talk to.
"Oh, a gift, right? Okay, okay, let me think of something to give you."
The old man stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself, "How about giving her diamonds? Or does she prefer jade?"
Qu Jiang tentatively suggested, "Perhaps calligraphy and paintings would also work? Miss Yan Sui's courtyard house has just been renovated, and she's about to move in."
The calligraphy and paintings in the old man's hands are mostly antiques, extremely rare.
He was prepared to be scolded.
The old man waved his hand dismissively, saying, "The calligraphy and paintings are too petty. Send over the set of huanghuali furniture I have."
"One... set?"
The old man glanced at him and said, "Of course it has to be a set. Giving away just one piece would be too shabby."
Qu Jiang had a blank expression, but now it was his turn to feel sorry for her.
A whole set of huanghuali furniture!
The old man paused when he saw the old man's long face.
"Isn't it a bit too little?"
Qu Jiang: "..." You might as well just send the whale over there.
“There are quite a few, but I’m afraid they’re too valuable for Miss Yan Sui to accept.”
The next day, a complete set of huanghuali furniture was delivered to Changqing Village.
Yan Sui was greatly surprised, "A gift for me?"
She looked at it from left to right; the workmanship and the wood looked very expensive.
"I can't accept this, it must be very expensive."
Fu Yansheng said, "The old things in the house are just sitting there anyway."
Qu Jiang thought to himself, "See? Yan Sui will definitely be too embarrassed to accept it."
In the blink of an eye, Yan Sui smiled and had people move in first.
"It's so valuable, if I don't accept it, my uncle will be unhappy, so I won't be polite."
Qu Jiang pursed her lips, "You're being too impolite."
"We also brought back those framed calligraphy pieces. Should we carry them in as well?"
Yan Sui nodded. "Bring it in."
After putting the things inside, Yan Sui asked, "Who bought my calligraphy?"
Qu Jiang: "Miss Yan's old acquaintances are Fu Qingci and Yan Mo."
His smile was mocking, but fortunately, Yan Sui was thick-skinned and didn't care.
"Everyone has a jerk ex! Besides, he's not really an ex. I still have an ex-fiancé. Did I say anything about that?"
Qu Jiang's smile widened, looking like someone watching a show.
"Oh? You have a fiancé?"
"Qian! You're perfect for being a marketing account, you're really good at cutting out the beginning and end."
Qu Jiang cleared her throat. "Who was your ex-fiancé?"
Yan Sui waved her hand, "It's said to be a sickly person who won't live much longer."
Fu Yansheng: "..."
Actually, there are many rumors about Fu Yansheng in the industry. He is described as a prodigy and a genius. All sorts of praises are bestowed upon him.
Of all these rumors, Yan Sui only remembered two.
One is suffering from a terminal illness, and the other has a history of conflict with his family.
It is said that he had a childhood betrothal, and his fiancée drowned when she was eight years old.
He was then engaged to another woman, but his fiancée was in a car accident on her way to elope with another man.
Later, it was said that his birth chart was too strong, which would bring misfortune to his family members.
Old Master Fu searched for the daughters of wealthy families in Beijing, had someone calculate their birth charts, and found that Yan Sui and Fu Yansheng's birth charts were the most compatible, so he proposed a marriage alliance with the Yan family.
Qu Jiang subtly probed, "After the engagement was called off, Miss Yan, do you feel any regret?"
"What a pity! It's such a shame!"
Qujiang: "!!!" There's potential.
Speak your mind boldly and let him know that you have long been deeply in love with him.
Yan Sui sighed, "Think about it, if I marry him and he dies, I'll be the richest and youngest beautiful widow in all of Yancheng!"
She clicked her tongue regretfully, "The three great joys of life are promotion, wealth, and becoming a widow. I've had two of them!"
Qu Jiang gave a hesitant "oh," and remained silent.
Fu Yansheng said coldly, "If he hadn't died young, you would have been the one to die sooner."
Yan Sui thought about it and agreed, muttering, "Luckily I didn't get married."
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt a chill down her back.
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