"So what? Even so, I have my father's love and my mother's care. Unlike you, my brother, your parents have their own families and no one wants you." Fu Zian said gritting his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart.
When Fu Mochen heard this, he clenched his fists instantly, and the joints turned white from the force.
His purpose for coming here was actually the same as Fu Zian's: to expand his network and plan for the future. He was also suppressing the anger and pain in his heart.
"A child born from a mistress is ultimately unworthy of being accepted into a respectable household. Who do you think you've met here today? Your purpose is clear to both you and me. Do you think anyone here would be willing to cooperate with you, given your status? And who would cooperate with an illegitimate child born from a mistress, someone with no future inheritance rights?"
"You... Humph, you're joking, brother. You and I are both my father's children, and I have the same inheritance rights. If you don't understand the law, then all those years of studying, brother, have been in vain."
Fu Zian retorted unwillingly.
"Oh? Then we'll wait and see what choice your father, who is said to be wholeheartedly protecting you, will make in the end. And let me tell you..."
As Fu Mochen spoke, he slowly took a few steps closer. He was tall and looked down at Fu Zian, his eyes revealing a strong sense of oppression.
"Even if it's him, don't even think about it..."
Just then, a breeze blew, and Fu Mochen took a few steps back. His leather shoes made a crisp and rhythmic sound as they stepped on the deck, which just covered up what he had just said.
Fu Zian was very curious about what Fu Mochen said in the end. He didn't want to ask any more questions, but he couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart.
The last sentence he didn't hear clearly was like an invisible little hand, constantly scratching at his heart, making him anxious and restless.
"What did you just say?" Fu Zian couldn't help but ask.
In fact, Fu Mochen did all this on purpose. He didn't say anything at all just now. He just wanted Fu Zian to think hard about the non-existent words and feel upset.
Obviously the effect was achieved.
Fu Mochen ignored Fu Zian's questioning and turned away.
Fu Zian remained standing there, his brow furrowed. He kept recalling Fu Mochen's tone and lip shape in his mind, trying to piece together a complete sentence. However, after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't do it.
"Damn it, what did he just say?" Fu Zian cursed in a low voice.
After Rong Xi got on board, he sat in the corner, staring at the system interface, paying attention to Fu Mochen's every move.
She was also very curious about what Fu Mochen said in the end.
After a careful and systematic analysis and speculation, Rong Xi discovered that it was Fu Zian who was fooled by Fu Mochen.
"He's quite infuriating."
Rong Xi said this subconsciously and did not communicate with the system individually.
At this moment, Fu Mochen, who walked in from outside, happened to hear these words. He looked around and found that there was no one else around Rong Xi, so he walked towards her.
"Miss Jiang, who are you talking about that is irritating?" Fu Mochen's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of subtle ridicule.
When Rong Xi heard the voice, she turned around and saw Fu Mochen. She was slightly startled and subconsciously replied to him: "You!"
Fu Mochen pointed at his nose in confusion, "Me?"
The smile on Rong Xi's face froze instantly, and she slowly retracted her smile with an extremely unnatural movement.
"Sorry, I misread it. I didn't mean you."
She felt as embarrassed as if she had been caught speaking ill of someone.
Fu Mochen raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "I thought Miss Jiang was talking about me, I didn't think I had offended you." As he spoke, he slowly approached Rong Xi.
As the distance shortened, he found that Jiang Rongxi was really beautiful. Her facial features were delicate and small, and her skin was as white as snow. Under the light, it seemed to emit a faint halo.
As Fu Mochen watched, he turned around slightly in embarrassment, trying to hide the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
"No, no." Rong Xi quickly waved his hands to deny it.
There was a sudden silence between the two of them, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.
It was Fu Mochen who broke the silence first. He cleared his throat and asked softly, "Why would Miss Jiang come to a party like this? Is there anyone with her?"
As he spoke, his eyes began to scan around, as if he was looking for something.
After a while, he noticed two men who had been silently watching Rong Xi. The two men were tall and strong, with eyes that revealed a sense of vigilance and concentration. Judging from their stature, they were undoubtedly bodyguards.
However, Fu Mochen still asked out of concern: "Those two people have been looking at you, do you know them?"
Rong Xi is thin and small, giving people a feeling of being frail.
But her round face has a little baby fat, which makes her look like the child who has not yet grown up as described by the old people. It makes people feel pity for her.
Fu Mochen was also worried about Rong Xi being here alone. After all, such places were full of good and bad people, and anything could happen. He was also worried that Rong Xi might encounter an accident.
"Well, they are my bodyguards."
After everyone arrived, the yacht started slowly, the engine made a low roar, the hull swayed slightly, and slowly sailed away from the shore.
Rong Xi and Fu Mochen stood on the deck, looking at the shore that was getting farther and farther away. They saw the tall buildings on the river bank gradually becoming smaller. Under the cover of night, colorful lights were flashing, like bright pearls inlaid on black satin.
Qin Fengrui, the protagonist of this party, picked up the microphone with a smile on his face and called everyone to the deck.
He stood in front of everyone, with a wide variety of items placed behind him, the most eye-catching of which was Qin's new famous wine.
Qin Fengrui enthusiastically picked up a bottle of famous wine, held it high and showed it to everyone. After some introduction, tonight's banquet officially kicked off.
At this time, many dancers appeared on the dance floor. They were dressed coolly and their movements were bold. Rong Xi was not interested in watching them dance. Seeing that Pan Xianqi was having a great time, he did not disturb her.
Instead, he came to the deck alone to enjoy the breeze and the night view.
For some reason, she always had the feeling that she was being watched from the beginning, but she looked around and didn't see anyone suspicious.
Standing on the deck, this feeling is even stronger.
"Miss Jiang, what a coincidence, you are here too."
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