Isn't this kind of man good enough?
Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile.
Of course, that's great.
But in this situation, she didn't really want to go in, after all—nobody would brag about their wife to the extent that Fu Wenzhou is.
Song Qingyou was happy but also a little embarrassed.
She turned to leave, but Jiang Xun grabbed her arm. He raised his beautiful eyebrows and said with a hint of teasing, "Where are you going? Come in."
As Jiang Xun spoke, he pushed open the door, grabbed Song Qingyou's sleeve, and led her inside.
Yan Miao followed closely behind.
The private room had more than a dozen tables, and the space was spacious. Each table was equipped with a dedicated waiter. Fu Wenzhou's table was in the very center, which was considered the position of the God of Wealth.
He won quite a bit tonight. As soon as Song Qingyou entered the door, Fu Wenzhou immediately looked up, smelling the aroma. When he saw her, his eyes lit up: "Youyou, what brings you here?"
He then said calmly to everyone, "Put out all your cigarettes."
The group laughed and cursed, but they all obediently put out their cigarettes. It was different here from outside; the room already had an air circulation system, so there was basically no smell of smoke. Once the cigarettes were extinguished, the remaining smell was also dissipated.
Song Qingyou wanted to say that it wasn't necessary to go to so much trouble, but seeing that they extinguished their cigarettes quickly, she didn't say anything more.
Fu Wenzhou ignored the card table and walked straight towards Song Qingyou, completely disregarding the other two people with him. He only had eyes for Song Qingyou.
The man's voice was deep and cold, and a low chuckle escaped from his chest: "Youyou, I didn't smoke today."
After he finished speaking, he bent his body slightly and tilted his head forward, in a posture similar to that of a large dog seeking petting.
Jiang Xun watched with confusion until she saw Song Qingyou smile and reach out to ruffle Fu Wenzhou's black hair, and heard her say, "So obedient today?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "When have I ever disobeyed you?"
Song Qingyou's words were no different from an imperial edict to him.
Jiang Xun watched the interaction between the two, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Why did this action look so much like petting a dog? And it seemed that Fu Wenzhou had already gotten used to it?
It took her two or three seconds to calm her shock, her expression unreadable.
Yan Miao had seen this before, so she wasn't surprised and even joked, "Brother Zhou, if you don't go back to the card table soon, those guys will see all your cards."
Yan Shaoqin paused in his peek, glanced at his younger sister, and raised an eyebrow: "How did my Yan family end up raising such a traitor?"
Yan Miao chuckled, walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to Yan Shaoqin, saying ingratiatingly, "Brother, did you win any money?"
Yan Shaoqin's lips twitched: "Does your brother look like he's won money?"
Yan Shaoqin had already lost over a million in one night.
The other two people at the table weren't much better off; they were basically all taken advantage of by Fu Wenzhou.
Yan Miao asked in surprise, "Brother, you didn't lose until now, did you?"
Yan Shaoqin didn't want to talk to Yan Miao anymore, so he reached out and pushed her head away: "Why are you here instead of playing downstairs?"
Yan Miao: "It's so boring downstairs, it's much more fun here."
Yan Shaoqin told Yan Miao to go play somewhere else and not disturb him while he was playing cards. Yan Miao angrily ran to the sofa in the back and sat down, waving to Song Qingyou and Jiang Xun: "Come here quickly."
Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you want to go back?"
Not wanting to spoil the fun for the others, Song Qingyou shook her head: "No need, you go play cards with them, I'll stay here with you, and we'll go back together after the banquet."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly: "Alright."
Song Qingyou walked over and sat down next to Yan Miao. The sofa was quite large, and there was still plenty of space left even after the three of them sat down.
"This...this is Miss Song?"
As soon as Fu Wenzhou returned, Chen Dongfu couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with amazement. His gaze kept lingering on Song Qingyou. Although the two people next to her were also good-looking, the one in the middle was the one who could amaze people at first glance.
She possesses a refined and elegant temperament, and is stunningly beautiful and aloof.
Despite being frail and sickly, she possessed an inherent aloofness.
The kind of person you can't forget after just one look.
Chen Dongfu had seen countless beauties, and before he was curious about who could make this mad dog obedient. Now that he had seen her true face, he only regretted that he was not Fu Wenzhou.
If he had such a beautiful wife, he'd be happy to stay home every day!
Chen Dongfu cast an envious glance at Fu Wenzhou: "Young Master Fu, how did you meet Miss Song?"
Fu Wenzhou played a card, then coughed awkwardly, covering his mouth, and said, "Childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven."
Chen Dongfu sighed: "Why don't I have a childhood sweetheart? You two must have a very good relationship."
“Of course,” Fu Wenzhou said smugly. “We’re getting married in September.”
"September?" Chen Dongfu asked. "Has the date been set? But why September? Wouldn't May be better?"
Yan Shaoqin scoffed: "Because someone won't reach the legal marriage age stipulated by the state until September."
Chen Dongfu was shocked: "What?"
Mentioning Fu Wenzhou's sore spot, his expression darkened, and his voice deepened: "Yan Shaoqin, would it kill you to shut up?"
Yan Shaoqin said calmly, "Yes."
Yan Shaoqin was overjoyed to finally see him get his comeuppance.
Fu Wenzhou sneered, and Yan Shaoqin immediately had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next second, Fu Wenzhou took his card and then played another card to feed Chen Dongfu.
Chen Dongfu won a handicap of 100, beating all three opponents, and grinned from ear to ear: "Oh, Wenzhou, when you get married, I'll definitely give you and your sister-in-law a big gift."
Yan Shaoqin said angrily, "You did this on purpose, Fu Wenzhou."
"Yeah, right." Fu Wenzhou's voice was lazy, his eyes slanted, displaying a nonchalant and irresponsible attitude: "I can play them however I want. Are these your cards?"
Yan Shaoqin chuckled, and then the two of them began to compete, neither willing to give in, and fiercely attacking each other's cards. However, Yan Shaoqin's card-playing skills were still slightly inferior, and after a few rounds, he lost several hundred thousand yuan.
He threw down his cards in anger: "I'm not playing anymore."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you learn that from Gu Bai?"
Yan Shaoqin gave a forced smile: "I'm much better than Gu Bai. Why didn't he come tonight?"
Fu Wenzhou casually got up, picked up his coat and cane: "Who knows him?"
After saying that, he walked up to Song Qingyou and said in a low voice, "Youyou, it's time to go home."
Song Qingyou nodded and stood up.
"Yan Miao, Jiang Xun, I'm going back now." Song Qingyou coughed a few times and said goodbye to them.
Then Fu Wenzhou put his arm around her waist and led her outside.
The smell of smoke outside was pungent, so Fu Wenzhou tried his best to shield her from the outside smells and crowds.
The banquet was not over yet, so I accompanied Fu Wenzhou to say goodbye to the host before leaving.
Once outside, the air felt noticeably fresher.
Song Qingyou carefully put the handkerchief back into her pearl bag, and her phone chimed.
It was a WeChat message from Xu Qingran.
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