Jiang Ji's expression was complicated.
My sister's husband, Fu Jingyao, the president of the Fu Group, is actually the same person.
The five major families in the capital city are divided into two factions: the Ji family and the Fu family, and the Jiang family and the Su family. The He family remains neutral.
The Fu family and the Jiang family have been mortal enemies for generations, fighting over territory, engaging in business disputes, and even resorting to physical violence.
Long, long ago, the ancestors of the two families had a fight and never spoke to each other again.
The Fu family was small; Old Master Fu's son had passed away early, when Fu Jingyao was only a few years old.
At that time, the Jiang family was more powerful than the Fu family and consistently ranked first in the national business rankings.
Later, Fu Jingyao grew up and regained first place.
The Jiang family was caught in a power struggle and fell to fifth place, almost dropping out of the top five families.
The eldest brother took over as president of Jiang's Group, averted the crisis, and led the Jiang family back to second place, but they will never surpass the Fu family.
Fu Jingyao is the biggest obstacle for the Jiang family, a rival they hate to the core.
It seems that the person my older brother hates the most is him.
Jiang Ji had a headache, and his eyebrows were furrowed.
My sister has amazing taste in husbands.
It's not that I'm saying Fu Jingyao is bad; it just feels very strange.
How did these two meet?
Su Zikun was equally puzzled, and held up two index fingers to show his thoughts, "A fortune teller and a domineering CEO, what a peculiar combination."
"Hey, what do you think?"
Jiang Ji coldly uttered a sentence, "Enough with the nonsense, use your eyes to see."
Su Zikun patted his shoulder, "Such a perfect brother-in-law, a marriage made in heaven, what more could you want? You could search the whole capital with a lantern and you'd find only one like him."
Jiang Ji turned his head and said, "You also know the relationship between the Fu family and the Jiang family. Fu Jingyao has been in the business world since he was a child. Even my older brother can't outmaneuver him. He is cunning, treacherous, and shrewd."
Su Zikun looked him over suspiciously. "Little ancestor, you have a lot of opinions about Fu Jingyao, but I admire him very much."
“Fu Jingyao’s parents died early, his grandparents were old, and the Jiang family, with their ill intentions, were watching him closely. But he still managed to forge his own path.”
"In the script, he is definitely the male lead, defeating the clown Jiang family, marrying the metaphysical master, and reaching the pinnacle of life."
Jiang Ji scoffed, "The Su family and the Jiang family are in cahoots. Don't forget you're a villain too."
Su Zikun's expression was solemn as he counted on his fingers, "The master was abandoned by the Jiang family shortly after birth and is now married to their mortal enemy, the Fu family."
"If the two families start fighting, she will definitely side with Fu Jingyao and kill us."
"With the master's abilities, we at Wanla are absolutely amazing!"
"We must now cling to the master's coattails to avoid ending up on the streets after our family goes bankrupt."
Su Zikun stood up. "Hurry up, charge!"
Jiang Ji pulled the person back, "Quiet, sit down, don't disturb her."
Su Zikun sat back in his chair and slapped himself hard. "Right, right, you can't rush things. Let's observe carefully how Master and Fu Jingyao get along and see who's the boss."
He pricked up his ears to listen.
At this moment, Fu Jingyao walked to Lin Xi's side, raised one hand, and asked, "Xi Xi, are you done calculating?"
Lin Xi naturally placed her hand in his palm. "I was just about to make a call after I finished calculating when you arrived."
Fu Jingyao gently closed his palm, a smile playing on his thin lips, "We are of one mind."
Lin Xi nodded haphazardly, "Yeah, how's the company?"
Fu Jingyao paused for a moment, then said, "The matter has been explained clearly. Chen Zhao can handle it all by himself."
"Let's go home."
"good."
Lin Xi picked up the small bag, and the man reached out and took it from her. "Let me do it. Xi Xi, you've worked hard. You should rest."
With her fingertips wrapped around the white strap, she was momentarily at a loss as to how to hold it, afraid of damaging the contents inside.
He had never carried a woman's handbag before, and recalling how Xixi looked carrying her bag in the morning, he carefully studied every movement.
With a solemn expression, Fu Jingyao grabbed the strap and moved it to his shoulder, slinging the bag across his waist.
The movements were graceful and elegant, but the overall image was anything but.
He was wearing a custom-made suit and carrying a cute little bag, a style that was extremely incongruous.
Lin Xi almost burst out laughing, her face turning bright red.
Ji Heng was drinking cola when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of this scene and spat out a mouthful of sweet soda.
"Pfft—! Haha, ha."
Fu Jingyao glanced at it indifferently, "School hasn't started yet?"
Ji Heng's smile vanished instantly as he recalled the painful memory. "School starts the day after tomorrow, and college students don't have homework."
With school starting, he can't always be by the boss's side, and Fugui will definitely seize the opportunity to usurp the throne.
Tragic! His most trusted lieutenant is gone.
However, during this time, the fortune-telling hall was closed, and Fugui was busy losing weight and dating his goddess.
His number one underling is still him.
Ji Heng cheered up again, "Brother, I will study hard and follow your example."
Fu Jingyao hummed in agreement, "Clean it up."
“No problem.” Ji Heng rushed into the storage room and grabbed a mop to mop the walls.
Fu Jingyao was silent for a moment, then said, "Xixi, let's go home."
"Wait a minute." Lin Xi was holding back her laughter and commented, "You look like a kangaroo mom carrying her baby. Just give me back the bag. It's kind of funny, haha."
Fu Jingyao pulled her close, resting his chin behind her ear. "I can't see, so laugh if you want to."
Lin Xi nestled against his chest, laughing incessantly.
The elderly men and women below smiled in unison, their lips curving upwards at a 60-degree angle, quietly watching the drama unfold.
Su Zikun covered his face and laughed in an extremely lewd way, "Oh my, so sweet, much better to ship than the trashy idol dramas you act in."
“Learn from President Fu. Although you can’t imitate his horrific face, you can learn his eyes.”
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