“She is my lover, Fu Wenzhou.” Fu Wenzhou narrowed his long eyes, his cold gaze falling on Jiang Xun’s face. His aura changed drastically in an instant, becoming extremely oppressive. “Jiang Xun, do you think she doesn’t deserve to be on the top floor, or do you think I don’t deserve it?”
Jiang Xun's perpetually icy expression faltered slightly. She looked once more at the frail and delicate beauty in the man's arms. In Jiang Xun's eyes, such a woman was no different from a vase.
She's nothing but a parasitic plant clinging to a man.
Jiang Xun raised her eyes and said expressionlessly, "Since President Fu insists, let her stay if she wants."
Liang Muchuan watched leisurely from the side, somewhat curious whether Jiang Xun truly didn't know Song Qingyou's identity or was pretending not to.
Song Qingyou's skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were like a clear pool of water; every glance she made exuded charm.
He smiled faintly at Jiang Xun: "Miss Jiang... cough... are you really so ignorant?"
The woman coughed as she spoke, appearing frail and pitiful, yet possessing an elegant demeanor. Even as she spoke in broken sentences, her eyes remained indifferent.
Fu Wenzhou frowned deeply. "Are you feeling unwell again?"
Song Qingyou patted the back of his hand to comfort him.
Jiang Xun said coldly, "What does Miss Song mean by this?"
Liang Muchuan raised an eyebrow when he saw her call her Miss Song.
Knowing they were from the Song family, yet still treating them this way, shows they look down on Song Qingyou, who is not favored in the Song family.
He wanted to see how the sickly beauty in Fu Wenzhou's arms would retaliate.
Song Qingyou's expression was calm and composed: "When the Jiang family came to Binhai to develop in the early years, your father personally visited my grandfather. I heard that your father prepared a business plan for more than a month to attract investment. My grandfather was moved by Uncle Jiang's sincerity and signed the contract in the time it took to have a meal."
She paused, then smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, the Song Corporation hasn't changed its name yet."
The implication is that your father spent a month painstakingly preparing for the investment, while the Song family could easily provide that amount of money.
Jiang Xun froze for a moment. She wasn't angry at Song Qingyou's words. Instead, she became more interested in this supposedly useless, sickly beauty.
It looks like a little white rabbit with its ears perked up in anger; it's actually quite cute.
She smiled and said, "Miss Song, I was rude just now. Out of apology, I can tell you something: Song Chen is at table number 8."
Song Qingyou glanced at Jiang Xun and nodded slightly. "Thank you."
Liang Muchuan clicked his tongue. Is this how smart people talk?
Jiang Xun didn't stay there for long; she was the host tonight and was very busy.
After everyone left, Liang Muchuan came over and said, "If I had known you were coming, I would have come along."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at him: "You really enjoy being a third wheel?"
Liang Muchuan: "..." There's no way to communicate with someone who's obsessed with love.
He leaned closer and said casually, "Song Chen had a good run of luck today. He won back all the money he lost in Binhai a few days ago. Now he changed tables, doubled the bets, and won two more rounds. That's the total."
Liang Muchuan made a hand gesture.
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow: "Seventy million?"
Liang Muchuan: "Seven hundred million."
"Song Chen's gambling is pretty high." Fu Wenzhou scoffed, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. "Youyou, wanna play along?"
Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyelids, her voice cool and calm: "Okay."
Liang Muchuan frowned: "Song Qingyou, this is a casino. Many people have lost everything in one night. You're a girl, so don't get involved in this kind of fun. If you want to deal with Song Chen, there are plenty of ways. Why waste your time on this?"
Before Song Qingyou could speak, a nonchalant and unrestrained voice rang out.
"Don't listen to him, just play if you want."
Liang Muchuan's lips twitched, a forced smile on his face: "Fu Wenzhou, why haven't I seen you so generous to your brothers before?"
Fu Wenzhou asked frankly, "Are you my wife?"
“…Damn it.” Liang Muchuan cursed under his breath.
Song Qingyou's eyes flickered, and she straightened up from Fu Wenzhou's embrace. "Let's go, let's go take a look."
Fu Wenzhou, holding the cat, watched her departing figure, his eyes deep and unfathomable. The smile on his lips gradually faded, and his lips pressed tightly together.
Liang Muchuan put his arm around his shoulder and said gloatingly, "Judging from this situation, she hasn't been officially promoted yet? You've been following her around for so many years, even a rock would have warmed up by now, but Song Qingyou just won't listen to reason."
Although his words were sarcastic, they were also true.
Fu Wenzhou had just tried to test Song Qingyou's attitude with a joke, but she still avoided him as before.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn't upset. Fu Wenzhou was a person too, and people have feelings. He treated her with all his heart, wishing he could give his life for her, but what did she do? Every time the future was mentioned, she would avoid the topic.
Or perhaps, after all this time, he is still not in her life plan.
Fu Wenzhou's heart ached with each beat. He wanted her, not just her body, but everything about her, and he wanted others to call her Mrs. Fu.
Why is it so difficult to fulfill such a simple wish?
Seeing that Fu Wenzhou's expression was a bit off, Liang Muchuan coughed lightly: "Actually, Song Qingyou treats you differently than she treats others."
Fu Wenzhou pressed his tongue against his back teeth and chuckled sinisterly, making Liang Muchuan feel a chill run down his spine.
Seeing that no one had followed her for a long time, Song Qingyou turned around and frowned, asking, "Fu Wenzhou?"
"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou responded with a dark face, then quickly walked forward while holding the cat.
The casino was in another section of the ship, accessible only after passing through two doors.
Once the door opened, the scene outside was completely different. Almost every table was full of people, all of whom were dressed in fine clothes and were of noble status.
Song Chen sat at table number 8, legs crossed, playing cards with a smug look on his face.
He had a really good night, and when he turned the tide, he excitedly shouted, "Excuse me, everyone, I won again! Mr. Wang, pay up!"
Wang Ru was covered in a cold sweat. He had already lost the equivalent of a listed company tonight. If this continued, how was he going to explain it to his wife when he got home?
He wanted to join the game, but the rules of the Jiang family casino were that once you sat down, you couldn't leave until you had played five games without the dealer's permission. This was only the third game.
Wang looked at Song Chen pleadingly, "Second Master Song, look how much I've lost. How about we just let it go? Let's find someone else. Don't worry, I'll definitely pay you back every penny I owe you."
How could Song Chen let this fat sheep slip away? He laughed and said, "There are still two rounds to go. How about this, let's play big? If I win this round, I'll give you all my money back. If I lose, you'll give me double. How about that?"
After a moment's thought, Wang Ru gritted his teeth and agreed, starting another game.
Upon seeing the card, he broke out in a cold sweat and fainted on the spot.
Just as Song Chen was about to make a sarcastic remark, he glanced up and saw Song Qingyou not far away.
He narrowed his eyes and said with a mocking tone, "Oh, isn't this my dying sister? What brings you to Binhai?"
The Jiang family quickly carried away the unconscious Wang Ru, leaving Song Chen's table empty.
Song Qingyou strolled over, her demeanor cool and aloof: "Song Chen, wanna play?"
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