Chapter 301 Presenting Betrothal Gifts and Marrying Her [2 Updates]
Her tone was very flat, without any inflection.
As usual.
However, it often strikes the heart directly, generating a surge of electricity.
The heat of the milk tea is transferred from the paper cup to the palm of your hand, and then warms your whole body.
Fu Yunshen lowered his eyes.
He never imagined his 23rd birthday would be spent like this.
I thought I would just drift through life like before, in a daze.
But this time it's different.
Jiang Moyuan couldn't help but take a step back.
For him, nothing was as impactful as Ying Zijin's actions and words.
My heart was spasming in waves, a suffocating feeling of being pulled in one by one.
"Jiang Moyuan, you're getting old. Remember to buy some insurance and take care of yourself." Fu Yunshen tilted his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes curving, but a coldness rose up. "Don't covet someone you don't deserve."
The Maserati drove off, leaving Jiang Moyuan covered in exhaust fumes.
He stood there, his expression more unpleasant than ever before.
Jiang Moyuan had always been arrogant, and he never imagined that he would have such a day.
Even when Ying Zijing threw her bank card at him in front of him, he just thought she was throwing a tantrum.
After all, he was the one who brought her to Shanghai, and at the beginning, he was the only one she could rely on.
But then Fu Yunshen appeared.
The only unexpected surprise for him.
Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips, returned to the driver's seat, and started the car.
**
On top of the Maserati.
This was Ying Zijing's first time driving, and after driving for such a short distance, she was already quite skilled.
However, this can only happen once, since she is not yet an adult and has not even obtained a driver's license.
Fu Yunshen leaned back in the passenger seat.
The sunlight outside the window was intense, falling on his eyelashes and turning his eyebrows and eyes a pale gold.
He wasn't entirely away from China during those years; every year on November 11th, he would return to Shanghai to pay respects to Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying.
I would spend the whole day on that mountain each time.
It was as if only in this way could he feel that Fu Liuying was still there.
Fu Yunshen lowered his head, only then remembering to check other unread WeChat messages.
He received over 99 greetings, not including those from other chat apps.
He casually opened Nie Chao's chat window.
Hey bro, are you okay?
[I just got released by my old man, I'm coming to Shanghai to find you right now, wait for me, brother, I'll bring two bottles of wine, wait, I forgot you're so chaste and don't drink wine [cracked face]]
A while ago, Nie Chao was kidnapped and taken back to the capital by people sent by Old Master Nie.
Nie Yi is the leader of the First Team and cannot interfere in any matters concerning the Nie family.
Left with no other choice, Old Master Nie had to settle for second best and begin training Nie Chao.
This guy is pretty unreliable, but he's very smart; he just doesn't put his heart into the right path.
Fu Yunshen seemed to be deep in thought, and instead of answering, he asked a question.
What does it mean when a young girl says she wants to take care of you?
He had never seen anyone like his child, who could say the most captivating things in the most ruthless tone.
She said everything that should and shouldn't have been said.
Nie Chao replied to the message very quickly.
"What? Bro, a rich woman wants to be your sugar daddy? Holy crap, you're so lucky! Introduce her to me, I need one, okay?"
My husband has cut off my bank account, I have no income, I'm starving, please give me food.
Fu Yunshen's gaze lingered on the words "introduce to me," his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.
[Say another word and I'll block you.]
Nie Chao immediately sent a kneeling emoji.
"I was wrong, brother. Go on, continue."
Fu Yunshen then continued typing a reply.
Does this count as liking someone?
He really couldn't figure out his child.
Nie Chao has been with all kinds of women, and although he was dumped by them all, he should have some experience.
Try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
"Seventh Young Master, you're hopeless. You call yourself the number one playboy, and you don't even understand this?"
I don't think she said those things because she likes you. If she liked you, she would have asked you to support her.
Girls like to be protected; it makes them feel safe. So I think that's one reason she said she wanted to take care of you.
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow.
One second later, the second episode followed.
She might just want to be your father.
"..."
**
The Jiang family's old residence.
Ye Suhe is brewing tea.
Hearing the door open, she stopped what she was doing and looked up: "Mo Yuan, what's wrong? Who upset you? You look so pale."
Jiang Moyuan rarely showed his emotions and always had a frosty expression.
But how could Ye Suhe not understand her son? She could tell whenever he had any emotional fluctuations.
"Mom." Jiang Moyuan nodded slightly, sat down opposite Madam Jiang, irritably loosened his tie, and slowly exhaled, "Fu Yunshen, isn't he a member of the Fu family?"
Fu Mingcheng's words at the funeral were so satisfying that now everyone in Shanghai's elite circles wants to kick Fu Yunshen while he's down.
But if you think about it carefully, if Fu Yunshen really had no connection with the Fu family, why would Old Master Fu treat him so well?
“By bloodline, he is.” Ye Suhe clearly knew some inside information. “But now Fu Mingcheng is the head of the Fu family. If he wants to expel Fu Yunshen from the Fu family, then he is no longer a member of the Fu family.”
Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Then whose son is he exactly?"
Ye Suhe took a sip of tea: "Fu Liuying was the most famous socialite in Shanghai at the time."
"Fu Liuying?" Jiang Moyuan frowned even more deeply. "Is there such a person?"
“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of her,” Ye Suhe said indifferently. “You weren’t even born then. After you were born, Fu Liuying was no longer in Shanghai. She died, and nobody even mentions her anymore.”
She disliked Jiang Huaping, and naturally disliked Fu Liuying, who was close to Jiang Huaping.
Jiang Moyuan looked up from under the pine tree.
So he was dead.
They certainly had no status whatsoever.
He paused for a moment, then said, "Mom, I have someone I want to marry."
"Who?" Ye Suhe asked, somewhat surprised. "Whose daughter?"
“It doesn’t matter whose it is.” Jiang Moyuan rubbed his temples. “I want to marry Ying Zijin.”
Ye Suhe was genuinely taken aback: "Who do you want to marry?"
Jiang Moyuan repeated, "Ying Zijin."
"The adopted daughter of the Ying family?" Ye Suhe's face darkened. "Moyuan, I always indulge you, but I didn't expect you to act so recklessly."
She slammed the teacup down: "If you married a daughter from a small family, Mom wouldn't say anything, but her? She's not even a socialite."
Because of Ying Luwei, Ye Suhe had naturally heard the name Ying Zijin many times.
She's just an adopted daughter; she's not worth her attention at all.
"Mom, what do I need a political marriage for?" Jiang Moyuan asked coldly. "Can't I marry whomever I want?"
Ye Suhe's gaze darkened, and after a few seconds, she said calmly, "Since that's what you think, then Mom won't say anything more. Even though she has left the Ying family, if you want to marry her, you still have to go to the Ying family to propose marriage."
As she spoke, she picked up the calendar from the side and handed it to Jiang Moyuan: "Pick a good day yourself."
**
Meanwhile, Fu Mingcheng had already picked up Su Lianghui at the airport.
Su Lianghui didn't even tell his biological daughter, Su Ruan, about his trip from the capital to Shanghai.
"Father-in-law, it's been a long time." Su Lianghui extended his hand to shake hands with Fu Mingcheng, his face full of smiles. "Congratulations, you've finally made it through."
Fu Mingcheng laughed as well: "Not at all, I wouldn't have needed your help."
The two old foxes had already tacitly understood each other the moment they met.
“Father-in-law, you’re meeting with the president of Biman Asia Pacific this afternoon?” Su Lianghui thought for a moment, “Then we might not have enough time.”
Biman is a Fortune Global 500 company headquartered in O2O. For the president of the Asia-Pacific region to personally attend this collaboration is already a great honor.
Fu Mingcheng was ready to build a good relationship with this President of Biman Asia Pacific.
"It's alright." Fu Mingcheng waved his hand confidently. "I've already asked the company to take action. They'll release some press releases, the usual stuff in the entertainment industry, about wealthy families. Netizens love to read about that too."
Su Minghui nodded: "Father-in-law, I fully support you. Please don't let me down."
If Fu Mingcheng fails, his status in the Su family will plummet, and he may even be completely defeated and expelled from the Su family.
The Su family faces just as much competition as the Fu family in the capital.
"Don't worry." Fu Mingcheng's smile widened. "I certainly won't let you suffer any losses."
Instead of returning to the Fu family home, the two went to a coffee shop in the city center.
“I’ve already contacted that kid.” Fu Mingcheng put down his briefcase. “It’s related to the old man, so he won’t refuse to come.”
Upon hearing this, Su Lianghui nodded, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Mingcheng turned around and said, "He's here."
Su Lianghui opened his eyes and looked over as well.
(End of this chapter)
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