Chapter 20
Chapter 20
The Fu family's five-story mansion in the center of the old city was brightly lit.
Such a large chandelier would look somewhat comical on an ordinary family, but the Fu family has five floors, so the huge crystal chandelier hanging on the roof is a perfect match for the size of the house.
The first floor is a large living room, which is only used when banquets are held and is rarely used on ordinary days.
The proper restaurant is on the second floor, but Tong Xiaochun, who prefers to stay on her third floor and fully enjoy her status as "Mrs. Fu," sat in the dining room with a sullen face and her arms crossed, glaring angrily at her son who had his legs crossed.
"Have you made enough of a scene? Let me tell you, as long as I'm alive, I won't let someone from a poor family become my daughter-in-law. If you don't like Han Jialan, fine; but you'll have to find another rich heiress!"
As she spoke, the muscles on Tong Xiaochun's cheeks twitched slightly, and she could barely contain her anger.
Fu Qian, looking impatient, stomped on the phone box that had fallen to the ground again, making a funny face and mimicking Mrs. Fu's tone, repeating her words: "Heiress of a wealthy family~"
Tong Xiaochun was speechless at her son's rude behavior.
As soon as she stopped talking, Fu Qian immediately exposed Tong Xiaochun's true colors: "Mom, it's only been a day and a night, and you've said the same thing at least twenty times. When will you stop? You're the one who hooked up with a rich man, but you have so many requirements for my future partner."
Tong Xiaochun was speechless for a moment, then her face flushed with anger, and she threw the chopsticks in her hand at her son: "A son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise his home for being poor. If it weren't for me persuading your grandfather to immediately find you a different father, would you be in this situation today? Don't you even think about it..."
Fu Qian subconsciously turned his gaze to Fu Xiachuan, only to find that Fu Xiachuan's face was calm and composed.
Fu Xiachuan completely disregarded them.
Even though his mother talked nonstop, it couldn't shake Fu Xiachuan's heart in the slightest.
Actually, his mother's actions, while disgusting, were only disgusting and did not cause any real harm to Fu Xiachuan.
Fu Xiachuan was less than ten years older than him.
What does it mean to be around ten years old?
This age difference ensured that when the other person started interning at the company from university, he had just entered primary school and was crying over whether or not snacks were provided for lunch.
By the time Fu Qian understood the wonders of money and power, even the old master Fu, who wanted to leave something for his eldest son's only son, had already been ousted from the company by Fu Xiachuan. He could only leave Fu Qian enough money to live a carefree life, but privately advised him to treat Fu Xiachuan with the same respect as a father.
It's ridiculous. Who could really consider a man less than ten years older than themselves as their biological father?
Moreover, does Fu Qian really expect to outlive Fu Xiachuan by living to a ripe old age before he can take over the Fu family business?
Or should he follow his mother's stupid idea, get married early, have a bunch of children, and hope that a genius will emerge from among them, so that his grandfather will change his mind and leave him the last 20% of the shares?
Fu Qian was holding back his anger and had no desire to argue with his mother, so he quickly turned his gaze away and stopped looking at Fu Xiachuan.
"What are you looking around for? Are you unhappy with what I said?" Tong Xiaochun raised her voice, making it sharp and piercing.
Seeing that his mother was about to bring up old grievances again, Fu Qian rushed out the door without looking back, shouting, "I just want Jiang Mingyue! If the Han family doesn't give me a daughter, I won't get married!"
After he finished speaking, he slammed the door shut with a "bang!" and disappeared from the villa.
Without someone to argue with, Tong Xiaochun felt bored. She snorted at Fu Xiachuan and swayed away on the carpet in her high heels.
Back in her room, Tong Xiaochun paced back and forth several times, still seething with anger. She smashed all the bottles and jars on the dressing table, then called the maid to clean up before she felt a little better.
Fu Xiachuan finished his meal at a leisurely pace, signaled to the maid that it was time to clear the dishes, and then silently returned to his study on the fifth floor in his soft-soled slippers, locking the door behind him.
As soon as he entered, Fu Xiachuan smiled and hummed a song softly, his eyes and brows filled with joy.
The computer webcam was on the whole time, and the person on the other end practically had their face right in front of the lens, anxiously asking, "You saw something funny again, didn't you? So, how was it today?"
Fu Xiachuan leaned back, sinking completely into the large seat.
Hearing this, his smile deepened, and he commented bluntly, "Ruthless, how could it not be ruthless? Tong Xiaochun's darling has entered her protracted rebellious phase. She can no longer control Fu Qian and is feeling miserable, not knowing who to vent her anger on."
The large face on the other side of the screen stepped back, revealing a face that clearly belonged to a playboy.
Upon hearing Fu Xiachuan's assessment, he immediately raised his glass and laughed, "So, are you planning to make some personnel changes in the company?"
When the topic turned to serious business at the company, Fu Xiachuan's smile vanished.
Fu Xiachuan had clearly thought about this question countless times, and without a second's hesitation, he quickly gave his answer: "Don't worry about the Fu Group itself. The Fu Group's shareholding structure is too complicated. I'm too lazy to spend the time dealing with each shareholder one by one. I'll just cut off my personal business."
Fu Xiachuan said seriously, "Second brother, you help me run the entertainment company well. You know better than anyone that the film and television industry not only makes money quickly, but also, when absolutely necessary, is incredibly fast at laundering money."
He moved his eyes, his gaze falling on the contract in the upper left corner of the table. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, then smiled again: "Second brother, whether I become a law-abiding businessman or an illegal scoundrel depends on your abilities."
When the word "money laundering" was mentioned, He Rui, who had been all smiles, couldn't laugh anymore.
He put down his wine glass, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a helpless expression, "I really don't understand what these old men are thinking. The Fu family's shareholding structure is already complicated enough. If he were to hand over his last 12% of shares to Fu Qian, the Fu family would completely fall apart."
Fu Xiachuan curled his lips, "Tong Xiaochun and her son still think the old man still has 20% in his hands. Let their dreams last a little longer. Once the businesses I created are divided up, this lousy Fu Group will be handed over to Fu Qian, whom the old man likes. It will also be a good opportunity for the old man to see how capable his precious grandson, who has been busy playing with women, really is."
He Rui curled his lip: "You're really soft-hearted, you actually left them some assets."
Fu Xiachuan didn't care about these things: "People naturally become nostalgic when they get old. My eldest brother is the son he raised himself, so he's different from me."
No one is without bias. Besides, when a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; it's normal for the living to remember them endlessly.
He Rui raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, feeling wronged on Fu Xiachuan's behalf: "I'm telling you, Fourth Brother, that's enough. Your brother's marriage to your father was a business arrangement; your mother's marriage to your father was also a business arrangement. According to the saying in period dramas, you are also a 'legitimate son.' Now that your brother is dead, the Fu family should be yours, not the son of your dead brother."
He Rui sneered: "Anyway, I've never seen a family let their youngest son marry his widowed sister-in-law and then divorce her, just to transfer the eldest son's son to the youngest son's name as an heir. If I didn't know you were their biological son, I would really think your old man cursed you to die long ago."
Fu Xiachuan rested his arms on the table, his fingers interlaced, and retorted, "How do you know he didn't curse me? If my mother hadn't discovered that he had arranged for sterilization before marriage, deliberately demanded a premarital checkup, and then changed the sperm motility report to show that the old man had azoospermia, I wouldn't exist in this world."
“…Huh?” He Rui was stunned.
He gestured incredulously, stammering, "You...you say it!"
Fu Xiachuan felt proud: "So people should believe in science. If the mother is smart, the child will be smart."
He Rui could only give a thumbs up: "Great, Auntie, this is it."
He suddenly revealed a somewhat lewd smile: "Hey, Fourth Brother, you're taking such good care of that little girl named Jiao Mingyue, is it because you've got your eye on her?"
Fu Xiachuan nodded: "I have indeed taken a liking to it."
Fu Xiachuan's eyes lit up with excitement in an instant. "I have a feeling that she will become incredibly famous without any effort on her part."
He Rui: "You're really boring, all you care about is money."
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