Fu Wenzhou raised the sign, his gaze sweeping over Fu Tingshen from top to bottom, his eyes filled with mockery and indifference.
Fu Tingshen clenched his fists. He needed to pay immediately and take the items after the auction. After his divorce from Song Qingyou, he had given her most of his funds, and now he only had 50 million in liquid assets.
He knew perfectly well that Fu Wenzhou was asking for the price based on the amount of money he had left.
The scrutinizing gazes around him were irritating to Fu Tingshen. Rumors of discord between him and his nephew had been circulating in the capital for a long time, and now there were too many people eager to see them make a fool of themselves.
Last time, he beat himself up and ended up in the hospital. This time, he deliberately provoked him to lose face in front of everyone. Fu Tingshen used all his strength to suppress his anger.
Seeing that the auctioneer had struck the gavel and Fu Tingshen hadn't spoken yet, Lin Niaoniao became a little anxious: "Tingshen, why aren't you bidding?"
Fu Tingshen said with a stern face, "Don't you like Western-style weddings? A wedding dress suits you better than a cheongsam."
Upon hearing the word "suitable," Lin Niaoniao's face instantly changed: "What do you mean? Are you saying I don't look as good in a cheongsam as Song Qingyou? Is Song Qingyou the only one in your eyes? If you like her so much, why are you with me?"
Lin Niaoniao came from a humble background and was raised in a villa by Fu Tingshen. She had never seen the world and her petty nature could never be shaken off. This is why, even though Fu Tingshen did not get along with Song Qingyou, he would bring Song Qingyou to important formal occasions instead of her.
Her shout drew the attention of many people. Fu Tingshen, who was already embarrassed by not having the money to negotiate, felt even more humiliated. He said coldly, "Niao Niao, don't be unreasonable."
Lin Niaoniao was able to stay by Fu Tingshen's side for so long because she knew how to pretend and endure. She had lost control of her emotions just now, but now that she saw Fu Tingshen's expression change, she immediately softened her attitude: "I'm sorry, Tingshen, I just care about you too much."
Fu Tingshen frowned deeply. In the past, he would feel sorry for Lin Niaoniao when he saw her pitiful appearance, but today, he suddenly felt a little annoyed.
The auctioneer struck the third gavel, and Qingshan Dai finally fell into Fu Wenzhou's hands.
Fu Tingshen glanced at Fu Wenzhou, whose eyes were lazily curved with a smile, carrying a disdainful arrogance.
He clenched his fists instantly, a nameless anger rising to his throat.
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, his gaze cold and sharp.
Xu Zezhan, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow: "I think your uncle looks like he wants to devour you alive."
Fu Wenzhou said nonchalantly, "He also has to have that ability."
Gu Bai asked, "You spent so much money on a cheongsam photoshoot just to go against your uncle?"
Fu Wenzhou looked at him like he was an idiot, his voice low and cold: "Do I look that boring?"
Gu Bai said sincerely, "It's similar."
"roll."
"..."
Gu Bai turned to Xu Zezhan to comfort him: "Zhan, look at him!"
Xu Zezhan laughed and pushed away his body that was leaning towards him: "I'm straight, don't disgust me."
"Damn! You're talking like everyone else is a straight man."
Xu Zezhan brushed Gu Bai's head aside and looked at Fu Wenzhou: "I heard that Song Chen plans to invest in the Ruan family's new energy project."
"So?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a lazy tone.
Xu Zezhan was anxious: "Don't you know what your innocent little flower's purpose is in coming to the Ruan family? With her venture capital company, can she accommodate a big tree like the Ruan family? Don't end up losing both her money and her reputation."
Gu Bai also said seriously, "Song Qingyou wants to destroy the Song family, which is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. She wants to compete with her second brother for business, but she will have a hard time just in terms of funds. Yan Shaoqin is an old fox and he will not be willing to be used as a pawn, so he will definitely not give her the money. Besides, it is not easy for an ant to shake a tree. You should persuade her."
Fu Wenzhou curled his lips and said casually, "What are you afraid of? I'll cover for her."
Jiang Zhiyuan glanced at him: "Can you cover for her every time?"
“It’s not impossible.” Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids slightly and said lazily, “As long as she’s willing to stay obediently by my side, let alone the Song family, even if she wants to turn this capital upside down, I’d be happy to coax her.”
"..."
Jiang Zhiyuan found his protective logic touching: "Are you really planning to marry a woman who was married to your uncle?"
Fu Wenzhou gave a sinister laugh, his eyes cold and icy: "Why not?"
Jiang Zhiyuan didn't say anything more. He really couldn't understand why Fu Wenzhou, with his family background and wealth, would insist on marrying his aunt, who was against all moral principles.
People like them value their reputation above all else. No matter how rotten they are inside, they must always present a glamorous facade. People may know the dirty deeds you do behind the scenes, but they must never be made public.
But Fu Wenzhou was different. He wanted the whole world to know that he liked Song Qingyou. His possessiveness towards Song Qingyou had reached a terrifying level.
But he acted as if it were perfectly normal, not realizing at all how unconventional his behavior was.
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Having failed to obtain what she desired, Song Qingyou did not wish to waste any more time there. After saying goodbye to Yan Miao, she got up and walked out of the hall.
Out of politeness, she went to see Ruan Yutang first before leaving from the backyard.
Song Chang had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing that she came out so early, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is the banquet over?"
Song Qingyou shook her head and said only, "Qingshan Dai has been sold."
Song Chang understood: "Then we'll just have to buy another one."
Song Qingyou had a slight headache. She rubbed her temples to suppress the itching in her throat before saying softly, "Madam Ruan's birthday is still a while away. Let's talk about it later."
She had to secure the partnership with the Ruan family, not just because of Song Chen, but because winning the Ruan family's new energy project would make the company famous overnight and allow it to expand its business in the Ruan family's name.
For the company, the Ruan family is a living advertisement.
Song Qingyou closed her eyelids slightly. She was too tired today. She only wanted to take a nap, but she fell asleep in the car. When she woke up again, she had already arrived at the apartment.
Song Chang opened the door for her: "Is the house comfortable for you, Miss? Should I contact someone to arrange a bigger one...?"
"No need, Uncle Chang," Song Qingyou said softly. "I've lived here for three years now, I'm used to it."
Looking at the face in front of him that resembled Song Ning by seven or eight points, Song Chang felt a pang of sadness: "Miss, actually, more than revenge, I wish you good health."
Song Qingyou was taken aback, gently hugged Song Chang, and said softly, "I will try my best to live longer, Uncle Chang, don't be sad."
Her voice was very soft, and the breeze carried away the last syllable.
As a servant, Song Chang rarely overstepped his bounds, but today he could no longer control his emotions. He gently patted Song Qingyou's back like an elder: "Your illness will definitely get better."
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