As a top-tier wealthy family in the coastal area, the Jiang family's manor alone covers an area of more than 10,000 square meters. There is a huge garden in the backyard of the manor, which takes 20 minutes to walk from the front hall to the manor.
Jiang Xun glanced at the man beside her, who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay, and said expressionlessly, "If you didn't want to come, why did you agree?"
Fu Wenzhou's spine stiffened, but he recovered after a short while, remaining silent with a cold expression.
Jiang Xun still spoke in that indifferent tone: "You wanted to use me to test her, but unfortunately she doesn't care at all. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"
"Are you done talking?" Fu Wenzhou's eyes were sinister, and his tone was as cold as ice.
Jiang Xun scrutinized him from head to toe, a knowing smile playing on her lips: "Fu Wenzhou, we've known each other since childhood. Although we haven't had much contact over the years, we still know each other fairly well. How come I never noticed you were like this before..."
She didn't say what came next. Fu Wenzhou was an obedient puppy in front of Song Qingyou, but a mad dog that would bite anyone in front of others. Jiang Xun didn't want to provoke him.
Seeing the other party's increasingly gloomy face, Jiang Xun paused and said, "To deal with someone like Song Qingyou who always puts gains and losses first and is concerned about costs, you have to push her hard."
Fu Wenzhou's expression darkened further: "Who are you calling a liar?"
Jiang Xun is usually steady and calm, but now she was truly speechless.
Liang Muchuan was absolutely right; this mad dog has a love-struck brain.
The key points they focus on are different from those of ordinary people.
Jiang Xun chuckled: "Fu Wenzhou, you deserve to be taken advantage of."
Fu Wenzhou stared at her with a displeased expression: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Jiang Xun: "If you want to change the current situation between you and Song Qingyou and get her to acknowledge you, it's simple: just test how much you really matter in her heart."
Fu Wenzhou frowned. "For example?"
Jiang Xun looked past him and gazed at a spot not far behind Fu Wenzhou, a slight smile playing on her lips. "For example, make her jealous."
After she finished speaking, she stepped forward and moved closer to Fu Wenzhou. From behind, this posture looked like a kiss.
Fu Wenzhou shoved her away abruptly, his voice icy cold: "Jiang Xun, do you want to die?"
Jiang Xun said ambiguously, "I'm helping you. If things go well with her, remember to give me a few of the projects under the Fu family when I go to the capital."
Fu Wenzhou said impatiently, "Stay away from me."
Jiang Xun's expression remained unchanged, but he cursed "idiot" inwardly.
A cold wind blew through the back alley of the garden. Fu Wenzhou frowned deeply. Youyou's down jacket was still in the car. Wasn't she cold, dressed so lightly?
The thought of Song Qingyou feeling cold made him not want to stay a second longer.
Fu Wenzhou turned back with a cold face, only to be told in the front hall that Song Qingyou had already left.
He was stunned. They hadn't even waited for him?
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark, so deep that the bottom could not be seen.
At the entrance of the Jiang family's house.
Song Chang, sitting in the driver's seat, coughed lightly and said, "Why didn't Mr. Fu come out with you?"
Song Qingyou's eyes were cool, and her voice was indifferent: "He's not coming."
"Shall we go?"
Song Qingyou remained silent, her gaze sweeping over the vast manor before her, her expression growing even colder.
Song Chang didn't know whether to leave or wait, but since the young lady hadn't told him to drive, she probably wasn't leaving, right?
Fortunately, a tall figure appeared at the gate a few minutes later.
Song Chang hurriedly said, "Miss, Mr. Fu is out."
Song Qingyou suddenly spoke up: "Uncle Chang, drive."
"Huh?" Song Chang was stunned. He didn't know why, but he felt that Miss was different from usual. He had been by Song Qingyou's side for many years and had long since figured out her temperament.
Whenever she gets angry, her tone of voice becomes colder.
Although the difference was subtle, Song Chang could still sense it. He guessed that Miss and Young Master Fu had a falling out.
Song Qingyou frowned, her inner turmoil intensifying, the image of the two embracing and kissing in the garden haunting her.
A sudden pain shot through her heart. She clutched her chest and repeated in a cold voice, "Drive."
Song Chang dared not disobey, and started the car first when Fu Wenzhou hurriedly came this way.
Sigh, she was clearly waiting for him, but after waiting for him, he left again.
Song Chang sighed and glanced at the pitiful-looking CEO Fu in the rearview mirror.
The vehicle left a trail of exhaust smoke in the cold wind. Fu Wenzhou stood frozen in place, motionless, the biting north wind whipping his face, but he seemed oblivious.
Song Qingyou coughed incessantly in the car, as if she were coughing up her internal organs. The medicine she took was of no use. Song Chang was extremely anxious, wondering how something could have happened so suddenly when she was perfectly fine just moments before.
"I'll call Mr. Fu," Song Chang said worriedly. These days, he'd gotten into the habit of notifying Mr. Fu whenever Miss was feeling unwell. As far as he could remember, Miss's heart condition rarely flared up whenever Mr. Fu was around.
Song Qingyou coughed until she felt dizzy and her temples throbbed, but despite this, she still refused intermittently: "Don't...cough cough...tell...cough...him...cough cough..."
Having no other choice, Song Chang sped up and took the person back to the hotel first.
Song Qingyou lay curled up on the bed, her heart throbbing with pain, and she had difficulty breathing. She had never felt the air so thin before.
Song Chang wanted to see a doctor, but Song Qingyou wouldn't allow it.
He actually knew that seeing a doctor would be of no use for the young lady's illness.
Song Qingyou's face was terribly pale, her fingertips were white, and she was gripping the bed sheet tightly. The sound of coughing continued unabated.
In a daze, she heard hurried footsteps.
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, her voice cold: "Cough cough cough... Get out... cough... Get out."
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