Jiangcheng, inside a private club.
The atmosphere was lively with people toasting each other.
The man sitting in the main seat was wearing a high-end suit. His flawless face had a very calm expression, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
But even if he didn't say a word, the aura of a superior from him was enough to suppress the whole audience.
The man sitting to his right, Liu Zhen, stood up with his glass in hand. "Mr. Fu, we are absolutely sincere about this project. We can agree to any conditions RF has."
Whether or not you make money is another matter.
The important thing is to get in touch with RF Group.
In today's Jiangcheng, who doesn't want to climb the big tree of RF Group?
Let’s cooperate on a project first to show our sincerity, and we can take the rest later.
However, even after he said this, the man in the main seat didn't even frown.
Apparently, RF is no stranger to such overtures.
Fu Qichuan lowered his eyes to glance at the time on his watch, then stood up calmly. "Since there's nothing new, let's just wait for the marketing department's response."
Originally, Fu Qichuan didn't need to attend this level of social event tonight.
It just so happened that he was having a party with He Ting and a few other childhood friends next door, and was drafted by Cen Ye.
Hearing this, Liu Feng hurriedly looked at Cen Ye, asking for help, "Brother..."
He is Cen Ye's cousin's boyfriend.
Otherwise, not only Fu Qichuan, but even Cen Ye would not appear here.
Cen Ye came here tonight to give face to his cousin.
My cousin praised Liu Feng to the skies, and Cen Ye thought the project proposal would be very outstanding.
I took a quick look at the table and it was nothing.
Any intern RF can find can do better than him.
He is nothing more than a Phoenix man who relies on his cousin's family to get ahead.
Cen Ye didn't have much patience, but he didn't say anything too harsh. "Boss Fu has the final say. Let's wait for the news."
Fu Qichuan didn't bother with their twists and turns and left immediately.
I went to the bathroom first.
Coming out of the bathroom, Qin Ze came towards him, "Mr. Fu..."
Fu Qichuan was worried about the young lady being alone in Jingcheng, so he left some people there.
Therefore, he would be the first to get the news if there was any disturbance.
Today's news made it difficult for Qin Ze to speak.
Fu Qichuan's eyes darkened. "Did something happen on her end?"
Who this "she" is is self-evident.
"no……"
Qin Ze subconsciously denied it, thought about it, and then said, "That's right."
For the CEO of his company, it was indeed a disaster.
Fu Qichuan's expression tightened, and he quickly ran out, asking as he walked, "What?"
But the voice was a little trembling.
Two years ago, Ruan Nanzhi was in a car accident and fell into the lake. He didn't sleep for several days and nights after getting the news.
He even went down to the lake to salvage the fish himself.
No one could persuade him. His grandfather was gone, Ruan Nanzhi had disappeared, and no one could control him anymore.
Now, he couldn't bear to hear the news of her leaving.
Qin Ze couldn't bear it, but he had to say, "Young Madam..." He changed his words in time, "Miss Ruan is with Mr. Zhou."
They were said to be walking in and out, holding hands.
His own young lady would lean in Mr. Zhou's arms, being very intimate.
As far as I can remember, the young lady and the president have never had such a tender moment.
In the early years, the president was always lukewarm.
Later, the young lady became disheartened.
When Qin Ze saw the photos sent by his subordinates, he was actually happy for the young lady.
I just feel sorry for my own CEO.
It’s the president’s fault for not knowing how to cherish, and it’s also fate’s fault.
Fu Qichuan's tall and straight body suddenly froze. After a moment, he continued to walk towards the parking lot, his steps slowing down, as if nothing happened as usual.
Two very light words fell into Qin Ze's ears, "Very good."
Qin Ze didn't know how to persuade him.
Before Fu Qichuan got into the car, a torrential rain, typical of midsummer, began to pour down.
His eyelashes and hair tips were stained with raindrops, his shirt was soaked, and clumps of rain spread out. He seemed unconscious and got into the car, his emotion unrecognizable.
He said hoarsely, "Go home."
The driver obeyed and drove towards the old house.
Then I heard three words coming from behind me, "Return to Yuehu Bay."
The driver was stunned.
He glanced at Fu Qichuan's expression through the rearview mirror and turned the car around at the intersection.
The rain was still falling, hitting the car body, but Fu Qichuan felt that it was still hitting himself.
Bit by bit, the pride and nobility that was innate in his bones were extinguished inch by inch.
The car stopped in the courtyard of Yuehu Bay Villa. Before the driver could open the umbrella, Fu Qichuan ignored the rain and strode out of the car.
Step into this villa again, step into his and Ruan Nanzhi’s wedding room.
He felt as if he didn't know what year it was.
It seemed as if it was just yesterday when he came back from a social gathering and drank, Ruan Nanzhi would come out and help him lie down on the sofa the moment she heard the noise.
Carefully cook him a hangover soup.
"Master, aren't you going back to the old house tonight?"
Aunt Liu heard the noise and came out of the bedroom. With a "click", the lights came on brightly.
Fu Qichuan squinted his eyes because of the bright light, "Yeah."
"Oh my god, why are you all wet? Go upstairs and take a hot shower. Summer colds are the hardest to recover from!"
Aunt Liu is an elder in the Fu family. In front of Fu Qichuan, she is a servant and also an elder who cares about him and urges him to go upstairs to change clothes.
Fu Qichuan didn't say anything. After nodding slightly, he went upstairs alone, sat on the sofa by the window, and lit a cigarette.
Nothing has changed.
She was gone, he was gone too, only Aunt Liu was still here.
Guarding the traces of their three-year marriage for them.
Ruan Nanzhi had no intention of facing it again.
He felt guilty and reluctant, and didn't dare to face it again.
After a long time, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
It’s Aunt Liu.
After getting permission, Aunt Liu pushed the door open and entered, placing a bowl of hangover soup on the table. "You're entertaining again tonight, right? I learned this from the young lady. She adjusted the recipe several times, and finally this one is the best for you. Remember to drink it before you go to bed, so you don't have a headache tomorrow."
Fu Qichuan raised his lips, almost unable to make a sound, "...Okay."
"Young Master..."
Aunt Liu looked at his dejected appearance and couldn't help asking, "Did something happen?"
The old man is gone.
The young lady is gone.
There is no one around Fu Qichuan who truly cares about him.
Fu Qichuan smiled and said, "Aunt Liu, was I really bad to her before?"
“…”
Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head gently, "How could that be? You've always been very good to the young lady."
In front of others, give enough dignity.
After returning home, he gave enough material things.
However, Aunt Liu felt somewhat helpless and also felt sorry for them, "But it's just... something is missing."
Fu Qichuan raised his eyes, "What's missing?"
"like."
Aunt Liu had seen their marriage pattern with her own eyes and sighed, "Qi Chuan, if it were another girl, the marriage you gave Nanzhi would have lasted a long time and she would have loved you all the same, but not Nanzhi."
"From the beginning to the end, she only wanted you and your feelings."
"So, it makes sense that she would leave."
…
After Aunt Liu left, Fu Qichuan sat stiffly on the sofa, as if he had lost his mind.
The cigarette between his fingertips burned out, and the long ash with a hint of scarlet fell on his skin, but he seemed to feel nothing.
The rainy night was noisy, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked shattered.
She really...
Don’t want him anymore?
Whether she moved out or filed for divorce, he had never felt so truly abandoned.
He always thought that she would come back one day.
What I waited for was that she was with someone else.
Fu Qichuan rubbed his face, as if unable to accept this fact. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number familiarly.
——Ruan Nanzhi.
The phone didn't ring for long. She answered quickly, her voice clear and light, "Hello, Mr. Fu?"
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