A gathering of friends ended on bad terms. Although I didn't believe the Fu family would do such a thing, I still felt a little uncomfortable.
He stood in front of Wu Mu's portrait. She was smiling happily in the photo. He remembered that when she learned that Song Xingyao was the Fu family's daughter who had been missing for many years, she was already in much better condition.
Fu Quan's fingers traced her photograph as he murmured, "No, this matter has nothing to do with the Fu family, right?"
The time for the higher-ups to send people down to investigate the Fu family is drawing ever closer.
Pei Jing glanced at Fu Siming's condition. Recently, because he had to clean up Fu Bowen's messes, he had a lot of unnecessary social engagements, which also led to him working overtime continuously, and he was a little overwhelmed.
Pei Jing: "Mr. Fu, Li Hao has sent you news that Fu Bowen has agreed to sell part of his shares, and the transfer procedures have already begun."
He didn't open his eyes, but nodded slightly.
Although Fu Bowen was impatient, he managed to handle the aftermath relatively cleanly. By selling the shares at this time, he had probably already prepared for the divestiture of some assets, using the guise of equity transfer to launder the money.
That should be enough to handle any inspections from above.
Fu Bowen was unaware that Li Hao was cultivated by Fu Siming. No one in Jiangcheng knew that this company was a dark horse in recent years, of moderate size and not too conspicuous.
This is why Fu Bowen couldn't find out about his relationship with Fu Siming and Tiansheng.
Once the formalities are completed, this matter should be almost over, Fu Siming thought.
Pei Jing's report followed.
"Mr. Fu, the agreement you requested last time regarding the merger with the Fu Group has been drafted, and the changes to your personal shareholding have also been updated."
He glanced at the two simple equity transfer agreements. The astronomical sums involved were all contained on a single sheet of paper.
One is an equity transaction, and the other is an equity gift.
"Go and prepare."
Fu Quan had arranged to sign the contract with him that afternoon. On his phone screen was a picture of Song Xingyao sleeping. His inner struggle between honesty and concealment was entangled, and it was impossible to tell who had the upper hand.
He only knew that he could no longer give her the chance to leave him. Just thinking about it almost made the dark demon in his heart devour his last shred of reason.
Fu Quan came to Tiansheng alone, perhaps because he was Song Xingyao's choice, so Fu Quan trusted him.
Once the documents on the table were signed, the Fu family disappeared from Jiangcheng's financial circles forever.
He barely needed to read the agreement; the price offered for the buyback of shares was very generous, enough to make an ordinary person wonder how they could possibly squander it all.
Such a transaction is not in line with the businessman's "profit-driven" mentality. The Fu family is his life's work, and he thinks of the Fu family, Wu Mu, and Song Xingyao.
He looked at Fu Siming and asked the same question.
"Si Ming, the rumors circulating lately aren't true, are they?"
Fu Siming paused in his signing motion, his expression unchanged, but he did not directly answer his question.
This hesitation made the atmosphere in the room strange.
Fu Siming's struggle resulted in his inability to face Fu Quan and state that the conclusion was completely irrelevant.
His hesitation and silence made Fu Quan understand.
The pen used for signing was gently placed on the table, making a slight sound.
Fu Quan: "Is it really related to the Fu family?"
These words struck Fu Siming's heart heavily. This was the first time he had been speechless on his own turf, because he was Song Xingyao's father.
"The matter is indeed related to the Fu family, but it was not done by the Fu family."
After he finished speaking, he felt all his strength drain away, as if he were awaiting judgment from the man in front of him.
"You didn't tell Yao Yao, did you?" Fu Quan's tone was icy, though it was a question, his tone was full of certainty.
"yes."
"So this is your compensation to us? Buying back shares at above-market price, and gifting Tiansheng shares? You want to put my mind at ease so you can continue being with Yaoyao? Is that it?"
Fu Quan's tone rose considerably, and the contract on the table became more wrinkled because of his movements, revealing his anger. His hands also trembled.
The piece of paper was flung by Fu Quan, slicing across Fu Siming's face. The sharp edges left a mark on his chin, from which a few beads of blood seeped out.
Fu Siming was powerless to withstand Fu Quan's sudden rage.
He couldn't refute Fu Quan's words because he genuinely had such thoughts.
The signature section of the final agreement was still blank.
After Fu Quan left, he sat alone in the chair for a long time, lost in thought.
Suddenly, he longed to see Song Xingyao. He had been avoiding her lately, but now he desperately wanted to see her.
He didn't text Song Xingyao, but simply took the keys and quickly parked the car in front of the hospital.
"Come in!" As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and saw Fu Siming appear at the door.
She stood up with a hint of surprise. "What brings you here?"
Fu Siming didn't say anything, but pulled the person into his arms.
Pulled by his sudden movement, Song Xingyao's hand hovered at his waist.
The man carried the scent of sandalwood, and Song Xingyao could hear his rapid and powerful heartbeat pounding against her eardrums, which made her feel inexplicably nervous.
After a moment, she tried to push him away, but Fu Siming held her even tighter. "Let me hold you a little longer."
The two stood at the doorway embracing for a while before separating.
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