Chapter 435 What Did Your Uncle Tell You?

Yao Xin couldn't bear to reject Fu Rong's kindness. She and Fu Huan had just met once and there wasn't much interaction between the two of them.

Besides, it’s unknown whether Fu Huan has a girl he likes, so it’s useless if I just agree to Fu Rong blindly.

Fu Rong is naive and simple-minded. She has taken a liking to Yao Xin, her good sister, and wishes she could stay with her if she became her sister-in-law.

"I just got over my last relationship and I don't plan to have a boyfriend for now. You also said that your uncle's company has strict requirements. I think I should wait until I have worked for a while before deciding."

Yao Xin did not refuse directly in order not to hurt Fu Rong's feelings.

Her explanation was reasonable, so Fu Rong had no choice but to agree: "Well, you should take my words to heart. My brother is a good person, really, and he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I believe in you, keep going."

Fu Rong's encouraging gesture made Yao Xin laugh and cry. After the two girls finished their snacks and rested enough, they went out for a walk again arm in arm.

In the evening, the two of them played until they had enough fun before returning, and the Fu couple did not rush them.

It was not until the lights were turned on in the house that the two girls returned home carrying their bags.

When they reached the door, Fu Rong saw the Maybach with her sharp eyes. Her heart suddenly sank, and her face immediately turned pale: "It's over, my uncle is here."

Yao Xin also noticed that the car belonged to Fu Tingjun.

"He's not here to complain, is he? Yaoyao, you have to testify for me. I have been with you the whole day and have not gone anywhere."

When Fu Rong saw his uncle, he was like a mouse seeing a cat; even his breathing became lighter.

Yao Xin also became nervous. That man was indeed scary.

The two of them walked lightly into the hall.

The man sat upright on the soft sofa in the middle of the hall.

He stood straight, holding a magazine in his hand and flipping through it slightly with his face tilted. His bony fingers looked even colder under the cold light above his head. He wore a black suit, which made his skin look even whiter.

Sitting quietly, Fu Tingjun did not give people the impression of being too cold and imposing. Instead, because he kept his head down, he seemed warm and calm, and he exuded the dignity of a child from an aristocratic family.

When Fu Rong saw him, she immediately took Yao Xin's hand, bent over and went upstairs in a sneaky manner, trying to avoid meeting Fu Tingjun.

After walking only a few steps, the man on the sofa spoke softly in a gentle voice.

"You're back, huh?"

Fu Rong's raised foot froze in place for a moment, and he turned back awkwardly with a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Uncle, why are you here? Yaoyao and I will go upstairs first."

After saying that, he pulled Yao Xin and wanted to run away. In fact, Yao Xin was not that afraid of Fu Tingjun, but Fu Rong was too nervous, and she became tense as well, and her expression became unnatural.

"good."

Fu Tingjun casually shifted his gaze to Yao Xin: "Miss Yao, would you like to chat for a few minutes?"

Yao Xin paused slightly, but Fu Rong seemed to have a shield and personally pushed Yao Xin in front of Fu Tingjun: "Then I'll go upstairs, you two can chat, I won't disturb you."

After saying this, he ran away quickly, walking hurriedly up the stairs, and disappeared in a short while. Yao Xin sighed slightly in her heart, Fu Rong, this traitor, pestered her all day long, saying that he liked her, but she ran away first when something happened.

Not only are men unreliable these days, women are equally unreliable.

Fu Tingjun stared at Yao Xin for five minutes. He sat there dignifiedly, putting the magazine in his hand aside and crossing his legs naturally.

Yao Xin also looked at him. She was a little scared at first, but as they stared at each other for a long time, she found him more and more handsome.

He does not have the youthfulness of Fu Huan. After all, a man in his thirties has a calm temperament and innate nobility that are not comparable to those of young people.

Just when Yao Xin thought that the two of them were going to continue watching like this, Fu Tingjun suddenly spoke.

"Where are you from, Miss Yao, and what are you doing in Suzhou?"

It turned out that he was worried about her. It seemed that his uncle Fu Rong cared about her very much. He was probably afraid that she would be deceived by him.

Yao Xinxian sat quietly, and her voice was soft and gentle when she spoke.

"My family is from Dongshi, and I came to the south to study. I just graduated and couldn't find a suitable job, so I came to Suzhou to try my luck."

Fu Tingjun didn't say anything for a long time, staring at Yao Xin with burning eyes. She met his gaze and didn't seem to be lying.

Fu Tingjun's bony hands reached for the cup on the tea table, picked it up and brought it to his lips, taking a sip.

"Okay, you're quite picky."

Yao Xin didn't understand what he meant. At this moment, the sound of a car was heard outside and the conversation between the two came to an abrupt end.

The servant's voice came from outside.

"Sir, the wife is back."

Yao Xin raised her eyes and saw Mr. and Mrs. Fu coming in hand in hand from outside. Fu Rong, who had been hiding and keeping silent upstairs, was quick this time and immediately ran downstairs in two steps at a time.

"Dad, Mom——"

When Fu Rong saw Mr. and Mrs. Fu, she was like a dying fish thrown into the water and came back to life in an instant.

She rushed into Mrs. Fu's arms and immediately leaned forward to whisper, "My uncle is here, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

She was scared to death.

Fortunately, she was with Yao Xin today, and nothing happened to her uncle, otherwise she would have been worried and unable to come out for several days.

"You, you should let your uncle discipline you more."

Mr. Fu's voice was low and his cold tone was actually full of doting.

Fu Tingjun was still sitting motionless on the sofa, and Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu also came over and sat down.

"Tingjun, let's have dinner together tonight."

Mr. Fu invited her, and Fu Rong stood aside and tugged at the corner of Mrs. Fu's clothes. Mrs. Fu ignored her and followed suit.

"Yes, you are busy on weekdays, so it's rare for you to come home. You went to pick up Rongrong yesterday. Let's have a quick meal together today."

Fu Rong's face was gloomy. Fu Huan happened to come back at this time. He was slightly startled when he saw Fu Tingjun, and soon greeted him warmly.

"Uncle——"

"Everyone is here, let's eat."

Mr. Fu spoke, and the servants in the kitchen served the dishes one after another.

Everyone moved to the restaurant.

Fu Rong sat next to Yao Xin, while Fu Tingjun sat opposite Fu Huan.

As luck would have it, Fu Tingjun was sitting right opposite Yao Xin, so coincidental that she felt it seemed a bit deliberate.

"Hey, what did my uncle say to you just now? Why did he call you alone?"

In Fu Rong's impression, his uncle has no interest in anyone. The local officials in Suzhou once wanted to meet him, but he did not go in person. Instead, he asked his assistant to reply.

In Fu Rong's memory, her uncle never seemed to pay special attention to anyone, but he actually chatted with Yao Xin for more than ten minutes.

"Nothing much, just asked me some basic questions."

Yao Xin didn't take it to heart. She thought Fu Huan had given him his resume and he was probably interviewing her.

Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he could say more than a few words.

Yao Xin thought it was no big deal, just a conversation.

"Really? Are you sure?"