AWB Chapter 214 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 21
Chapter 214 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 21
"Yanyan?"
Wen Yan paused slightly, turned around to look at Fu Chen not far away, her eyes trembled, and she ran to his side and buried herself in his arms.
Her hands trembled as she clutched his clothes, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her voice was weak: "Mr. Fu..."
Fu Chenyuan only saw that the two seemed to be talking, and both of them were somewhat emotional. He vaguely heard the words "forced" and "going abroad".
He looked down, the person in his arms leaning against him, the damp fabric on her chest constantly reminding him that she had been wronged again where he couldn't see, and anger surged in his heart.
"Xiao Yichen, I don't care why you're here, you'd better get out of here right now. The Fu family doesn't welcome you."
"If you don't want our personal grievances to spill over into business."
Fu Chen made no attempt to hide the anger in his eyes, and the gloomy atmosphere sent chills down one's spine.
Mr. Xiao, who had just approached from a distance, nearly dropped his jaw to the ground.
No? It's only been a few minutes, he hasn't even looked at his son, and his son has already offended someone again?
It wasn't that Xiao's father had a heart attack; it was simply that his son had offended many people because of that gold digger, and he had to clean up the mess himself.
His practiced explanation was heartbreaking: "Mr. Fu, is there something going on here...?"
Before Xiao's father could finish speaking, he saw Wen Yan's face as she stepped out of Fu Chen's arms, and his heart leaped into his throat!
He'll never forget that face, not even in his wildest dreams!
The two people his son longs for both have the same face; he's about to have a stress reaction.
But the person in front of her was clearly different from the previous one; her gentle and refined temperament was something that gold diggers could never match.
Not only their demeanor, but also their eyes are different.
One was hesitant and stubborn, the other calm and generous.
It's not about judging who's better or worse, but from an elder's perspective, he's more inclined to favor the person in front of him.
"There's no misunderstanding, I just don't want to see him."
Wen Yan's voice was clear, but she didn't look in Xiao Yichen's direction. Her slender, soft hand brushed over the jasmine, and she slumped down, as if she was really tired.
Mr. Xiao was troubled; his son was listless and unresponsive, and President Fu was playing him for a fool with a smile. But he still needed to find out the reason: "There has to be a reason for this, right?"
"Xiao Xiao always thinks I've wronged him. He waited for me for four years, secretly loved me for three years, and was devoted to me, but I still don't like him."
Wen Yan's words were like a boulder crashing onto a calm lake.
Fu Chen's heart trembled upon hearing this. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. Of all the words she had spoken, only one question mattered to him: "You really don't like him?"
“I really don’t like you,” she added, “and I’ve never liked you before. You’re the first person I’ve ever liked.”
That's enough, that's enough.
Fu Chen felt like his heart was about to explode. Just one sentence made him so happy he was completely overjoyed. Only she could do that.
The sight of Xiao's father was so shocking it almost shattered.
What did his son say?
Although he's almost fifty, is he still hard of hearing?
Waiting in vain?
If you own a luxury mansion, drive a supercar, attend every dance party and cruise ship gathering, and travel the world while complaining about waiting...
He didn't even want to talk about his son and that gold digger anymore. Putting aside the past, just a few days ago they had some kind of messy affair...
You call this being single-minded?
Although he himself is as thick-skinned as a city wall, his son is so thick-skinned that no hole can be pierced through him.
But what can he do? He still has to help his own son make amends. Although it's absurd and everyone knows it, he feels he can still find a way to smooth things over.
"Ahem, Yichen, you're being too harsh. You know, guys usually don't know how to talk when they like someone."
When Xiao's father caught sight of Fu Chen's ambiguous smile, he stammered, wishing he could finish his sentence in one breath, and then launched into a long, rambling monologue.
The gist of it is that all of this is just an obsession; it's just that Miss is too outstanding for my son to forget. But how could my son possibly compare to Mr. Fu? Miss and Mr. Fu are truly a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Finally, since I've praised him so much, could Mr. Fu please consider my understanding and let my son go? Most importantly, this little matter shouldn't affect the business dealings between our two families.
Mr. Xiao was indeed a businessman; he could talk a good game and always had a smile on his face, making one feel that Wen Yan was putting a lot of effort into being a father.
But Wen Yan wasn't buying it.
If you play tricks, I'll be straightforward; you may be eloquent, but I can act.
The original owner's incontinence due to tears was given extraordinary benefits in her hands.
Her eyes immediately reddened, large tears welling up and hanging on her eyelashes, threatening to fall. No matter what Mr. Xiao said, she only asked one question: "Mr. Xiao thinks it's all my fault, right?"
That was certainly not what Xiao's father meant.
It's his son's fault, he knows that, he knows his son is shameless, but isn't he just trying to make amends for his son?
Wen Yan didn't care. Tears would fall as soon as he spoke. She had to hear from him that she, Wen Yan, was not wrong, and that it was Xiao Yichen's words that were wrong before she would stop.
Mr. Xiao was at a loss, looking embarrassed.
Business people are all shrewd and can understand the unspoken meaning, but Wen Yan is a stubborn artist. It's normal for artists to have principles and not understand the intricacies of things.
This was the first time someone had refused to listen to Xiao's father's manipulative tactics, and he felt very defeated.
Fu Chen spoke up: "The project that President Xiao and I discussed last time..."
Xiao's father interrupted him hastily, his expression filled with guilt and righteous indignation: "Miss is not wrong, it is Yichen who is wrong."
He thought that as long as he interrupted quickly, bad things wouldn't catch up with him, but Fu Chen's next words shocked him to death.
"The board of directors discussed the matter and concluded that Hongsheng Group's proposal seemed more suitable."
Hongsheng Group is Xiao's father's mortal enemy...
Mr. Xiao took a breath, pulled Xiao Yichen's arm, and forced a smile: "Yichen has been having an epileptic seizure recently and is talking nonsense. Mr. Fu and Miss, please don't take it to heart. I'll take him back for treatment now and also optimize our treatment plan."
"Dad, Dad, let go, I'll say... mmm mmm mmm"
Xiao's father covered his mouth expressionlessly and dragged him away, his teeth clenching until his cheeks ached.
What a spendthrift son! I don't expect him to do anything, but at least he shouldn't cause trouble.
Previously, people thought, "So what if Xiao Jing's son has a few romantic interests? How can his love life be related to the company?"
As it turns out, not only was it a stretch, it went way too far!!
“Listen, stay away from that Miss Wen. If I see you jumping around like a monkey again, you’re fired from the company.”
Mr. Xiao was so angry that he could hardly breathe.
Seeing that Xiao Yichen was still stubbornly arguing with him, he narrowed his eyes and said, "If you keep arguing, I'll stop your account."
After a moment of silence, Xiao Yichen stopped and obediently followed behind his father.
Mr. Xiao clapped his hands, tugged at his collar, and ignored him, walking away at a brisk pace.
He knew his son.
Those who know the current affairs are handsome.
After getting into the car, Xiao's father looked at the dejected Xiao Yichen and said, "Sad?"
Ignore him.
Do you think you can beat Fu Chen?
Xiao Yichen's face froze.
A fierce glint flashed across Xiao's father's face: "Only when you are strong and have a voice in the company can you surpass him. I don't need to say more. If you can't even understand this point, then I don't have you as my son."