Chapter 154: Breaking Up with Him
Chapter 154: Breaking Up with Him
Xiao Yin kept her mission firmly in mind: at 3 PM, she had to take Wen Jin to get her hair and makeup done. She needed to be back here before 6 PM.
Wen Jin also cooperated with her clumsy acting skills and pressed Xiao Yin down in front of the dressing table.
"Haven't you wanted to come to the port city for a long time? Come with me to get your hair and makeup done, and I'll take your photos."
*
Grandpa Fu's birthday banquet was actually a prelude to Fu Yanjing inheriting the Fu family business in the future.
Having just recovered from a serious illness, he no longer valued such ritualistic things, and the Fu family had not previously hinted at anything about it.
The 80th birthday celebration was a last-minute decision by Mr. Fu, who unprecedentedly allowed the media to attend and had Fu Yanjing personally cut the cake on stage, the meaning of which was self-evident.
When Sheng Pianran went on stage, it caused an uproar among the audience.
All the media outlets focused their cameras on this scene.
The smile on Sheng Pianran's face wasn't sweet; it was more like a sense of certainty.
But she didn't expect that.
After the banquet ended, I received a notice from Fu Yanjing that the party was ending.
A contract worth nearly 100 million was thrown in front of her. Fu Yanjing's cold tone showed no tenderness. "Sign it as a thank you for your dedicated performance over the past few months."
"What?" Sheng Pianran couldn't believe her ears. That day, she had come with the Fu family to worship Buddha and pray for the old man's well-being.
Today, I cut the cake with him again in front of numerous media outlets and wealthy families.
Anyone with eyes could guess how her relationship with Fu Yanjing would develop.
Although Fu Yanjing had said long ago that they would not be married, he would offer her a generous reward if she was willing to cooperate in putting on a show of mutual respect in front of Old Master Fu.
But Sheng Pianran still held onto hope.
After all, Fu Yanjing's parents liked her very much.
Fu Yanjing, on the other hand, is nothing more than a cold-hearted person who puts family interests above all else.
Sheng Pianran was somewhat unwilling, "I returned to the country with the intention of marrying you, and now you're telling me this, Fu Yanjing, you're playing me."
Fu Yanjing merely glanced at his watch; this man, who never showed his true colors at the negotiating table, now appeared slightly anxious.
But Sheng Pianran knew that this anxiety was not for herself at all.
He frowned slightly, unable to hide his impatience.
"Don't talk to me in such a wronged tone. We're not evenly matched, nor are we equals."
"You know better than anyone how much the Sheng family could benefit from a marriage alliance. At most, the Fu family is extending an olive branch to you, not the other way around, let alone the Fu family asking for your help or playing you."
His words were incisive and left no room for negotiation.
"As for my parents sending the wrong signal to the Sheng family because they wanted me to get married soon, I apologize on their behalf. The Fu family has given up 70% of the project that the Sheng family has always wanted, as compensation for you playing along with me in this charade."
"I'll explain things to Grandpa when he's feeling better."
Touched by her words, Sheng Pianran pursed her lips and did not refute.
Even though there was no emotion and only interests, she still couldn't help but tear up after Fu Yanjing's blunt words.
She paused for a few seconds, then said, “I want to know why. The Fu family’s century-old business empire, with operations all over the world, is indeed unmatched. But I ask myself honestly, the Sheng family is also one of the best. In the entire Hong Kong city, and even in the national business community, I feel that I am someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you.”
"If you don't choose me, there might not be a better option."
Perhaps that was the case before.
In the past, he was influenced by his parents and family.
They believe that emotions are merely a tool for adjusting one's life.
Relationships between men and women are nothing more than an exchange of benefits where each party gets what they need.
If we consider it that way, Sheng Pianran is indeed a suitable marriage partner.
He comes from a good family, has a carefree personality, and is even broad-minded.
They can support each other in terms of mutual benefit.
They lived their lives without interfering with each other emotionally.
But that's not possible now.
Many things can be understood in a single moment.
He stood amidst the thin, fragrant mist, between the temples and shrines.
I suddenly realized that if the person I'm with in my marriage is not the one I'm sleeping with, then this lifetime is too long.
“I didn’t choose,” he said.
At least since he began to understand the true nature of marriage and what he truly wanted.
"My answer is only one."
Fu Yanjing checked his watch again.
I don't know what he's in such a hurry to do; this time, his patience has truly run out.
Fu Yanjing threw the contract on the table. "Do as you please."
As he spoke, he grabbed his suit jacket and walked out.
Sheng Pianran was unwilling to give up and stomped her foot. "Fu Yanjing, where are you going?"
He strode on without stopping, "kidnapping the bride."
Sheng Pianran never expected that Fu Yanjing would use such an absurd reason to fob her off.
He sneered, "Are you crazy?"
"yes."
He's gone mad.
Just imagining Meng Qinghe kneeling on one knee and slipping the ring onto Wen Jinye's ring finger made Fu Yanjing feel like he was going crazy.
Those two figures walking hand in hand in the rain.
He was insanely jealous.
*
Xiao Yin is truly insane.
When she pushed open the door, and the ribbons scattered throughout the room, Xiao Yin admitted that she panicked.
She was so anxious she almost cried.
The hand crank turned into a propeller. "It's not me, it's not me! You've got the wrong person."
"Sister went to answer a phone call today and will be back soon. Is it too late to pack now?"
"It's too late."
Xiang Heng's voice came from behind her.
Xiao Yin looked bewildered, "What are you all doing...?"
"You are the protagonist now."
With the electric curtains drawn back, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the vibrant night view of Victoria Harbour as the city lights began to twinkle.
He took Xiaoyin's hand and walked forward step by step. "Hong Kong, Victoria Harbour, night view, proposal. Xiaoyin, I will do my best to make whatever you want."
Everything is ready.
All that's missing is the flowers that Wen Jin went to fetch.
According to the usual procedure, Wen Jin should have secretly delivered the flowers to Xiang Heng by now, but she has yet to return.
At this point, whether or not there are flowers is no longer important.
What matters most is a sincere heart.
When Xiang Heng knelt down on one knee and pulled the diamond ring out of his pocket, he was so nervous that he opened the box upside down.
She proposed to him with the diamond ring in front of her, her voice choked and trembling.
Xiao Yin was so moved that tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string. The last time she cried so hard was when she was arguing with Xiang Heng.
But this time, the tears are for happiness.
Wen Jinye did not reappear until the proposal was over.
Xiao Yin looked at the sparkling diamond ring on her ring finger, not completely overwhelmed by happiness, and glanced around.
Her voice was muffled after crying, "Why hasn't Jinye come back yet? Why does it take so long to call?"
Meng Qinghe frowned, a vague unease rising in his heart. "I'll go call Jin Ye."
The call rang for over a dozen times, but no one answered.
He walked into the corridor but did not find Wen Jinye.
Only at the end of the corridor, a withered bouquet lying on the ground stood out conspicuously.
In the penthouse suite, Fu Yanjing's heavy breaths pressed against Wen Jinye's lips.
"Wen Jinye, break up with him."
"Pick me."
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