Chapter 312: Bride price of 301, to marry her [2 updates]
Her tone was very calm, with no particular ups and downs.
Just like usual.
But often it could strike directly at the heart, bringing about a surge of electricity.
The warmth of the milk tea was transmitted through the paper cup into the palm of her hand, warming her entire body.
Fu Yunshen looked down.
He had not expected his 23rd birthday to be like this.
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He thought it would pass in a daze, just as it had before.
But this time was different.
Jiang Moyuan couldnât help but take a step back.
For him, nothing had as much impact as Ying Zijinâs actions and words.
His heart spasmed uncontrollably, the kind of suffocating feeling that comes in spasms.
âJiang Moyuan, youâre getting old, remember to buy some insurance, take good care of yourself,â Fu Yunshen tilted his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes curving, yet a chill surfaced, âdonât set your sights on someone whoâs out of your league.â
The Maserati left just like that, blowing exhaust all over Jiang Moyuan.
He stood there, his expression uglier than ever before.
Jiang Moyuan had always been arrogant, and he had never imagined that he would have a day like today.
Even when Ying Zijin flung her bank card at him in his presence, he merely thought she was throwing a small tantrum.
After all, he was the one who had brought her to Shanghai City; in the beginning, she only had him to rely on.
But then, Fu Yunshen appeared halfway through.
The only accident he never saw coming.
Jiang Moyuan pursed his lips and returned to the driverâs seat, starting the car.
**
In the Maserati.
This was Ying Zijinâs first time driving, and after driving such a distance, she was already quite skilled.
But this could only happen once, after all, she was still underage and hadnât even gotten her driverâs license yet.
Fu Yunshen leaned back in the passenger seat.
The sunlight outside was intense, falling on his eyelashes, tinting his eyebrows and eyes a pale gold.
He had not been absent from Hua Country all those years, every November 11, he would return to Shanghai City to pay his respects to Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying.
Each time on that mountain, he would stay the whole day.
Itâs as if only by doing so, he felt that Fu Liuying was still there.
Fu Yunshen looked down, only now remembering to check other unread WeChat messages.
There were many who greeted him, easily numbering 99+, not including other chat apps.
His expression was indifferent as he tapped open the chat with Nie Chao.
[Brother, you good?]
[I was just released by the old man at home. Iâm headed to Shanghai City to find you, wait for me, brother. Iâm bringing two bottles of wine, oh wait, forgot youâre all clean-living and donât even drink alcohol [cracking up]]
Not long ago, Nie Chao was dragged back to the capital by Elder Nieâs men.
Nie Yi, the leader of the Yi Character Team, couldnât meddle in any affairs of the Nie Family.
Elder Nie, having no choice, had to settle for second best and began grooming Nie Chao.
The guy was indeed a bit unruly, but smart; he just didnât focus on the right path.
Fu Yunshen pondered, not answering, but instead asked a question.
[What does it mean when a young lady says she wants to take care of you?]
He had really never seen anything like it from their young miss, who could use the most heartless tone to say the most heart-stirring words.
She had said everything, both what should be said and what shouldnât.
Nie Chao replied quickly.
[What, what, what, brother, so youâve got a rich lady wanting to keep you now? Damn, arenât you a lucky one? Introduce her to me, would you? I need it, okay?
My old manâs cut off my bank cards, I have no source of income, hungry hungry, begging for food.]
Fu Yunshenâs gaze lingered on the words âintroduce her to meâ as his peach blossom eyes narrowed faintly.
[Spout any more nonsense and youâre blocked.]
Nie Chao immediately sent a facepalming emoji.
[My mistake, brother, keep talking, donât stop.]
It was then that Fu Yunshen continued to type and reply.
[Does this count as liking someone?]
He was truly unable to grasp the thoughts of their young miss.
Nie Chao had experienced various types of women, and although they all dumped him, he should have some experience.
A dying horse treated as if alive for the doctor.
[Seventh Young Master, youâre not up to snuff there, losing your title of the number one dandy, how can you not understand this?]
âI think her saying that kind of thing isnât because she likes you. If she liked you, she would have you provide for her,â
âYou know, girls like to be protected. Thatâs how they feel safe. So, I believe thereâs only one reason she says she wants to support you.â
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow.
A second later, the follow-up comment came.
âShe might just want to be your dad.â
ââŚâ
**
Jiang Family Old Mansion.
Ye Suhe was cooking tea.
Upon hearing the sound of the door, she stopped what she was doing and looked up, âMoyuan, whatâs wrong? Who offended you? You look so upset.â
Jiang Moyuan was not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, always appearing as cold as frost.
But how could Ye Suhe fail to understand her own son? Whenever there was a flicker of emotion in him, she could tell.
âMom.â Jiang Moyuan nodded slightly, sitting down opposite Old Madam Jiang. Annoyed, he tugged at his tie and exhaled slowly, âFu Yunshen, heâs not from the Fu Family?â
What Fu Mingcheng had said at the funeral had been decisive, and now all of Shanghai Cityâs high society was eager to step on Fu Yunshen.
But on second thought, if Fu Yunshen truly had no relation to the Fu Family, how could Old Master Fu have been so good to him?
âBy blood, he is,â Ye Suhe evidently knew some inside information, âbut now Fu Mingcheng is the Patriarch of the Fu Family, and he wants to expel Fu Yunshen from it, so he is no longer part of the Fu Family.â
Jiang Moyuan frowned, âThen whose son is he actually?â
Ye Suhe took a sip of tea, âThe top socialite and rich lady of Shanghai City back then, Fu Liuying.â
âFu Liuying?â Jiang Moyuanâs frown deepened, âWas there such a person?â
âItâs normal that you havenât heard of her,â Ye Suhe said indifferently, âYou hadnât been born at that time. After you were born, Fu Liuying was no longer in Shanghai City. She died and hence, no one mentioned her.â
She disapproved of Jiang Huaping and, by extension, also disapproved of Fu Liuying, who had a good relationship with Jiang Huaping.
Jiang Moyuanâs expression relaxed.
So she was dead.
That indeed meant no status at all.
He was silent for a moment before speaking up, âMom, I have someone I want to marry.â
âWho?â Ye Suhe was surprised upon hearing this, âWhich familyâs daughter is it?â
âShe doesnât really count as belonging to any family,â Jiang Moyuan pressed his temples, âI want to marry Ying Zijin.â
Ye Suhe was genuinely taken aback, âYou said you want to marry who?â
Jiang Moyuan repeated, âYing Zijin.â
âThe foster daughter of the Ying Family?â Ye Suheâs expression turned grim, âMoyuan, Mom indulges you in everything, but this isnât for you to mess around with.â
She set the teacup down heavily, âYou could marry a daughter from a lesser family, and I wouldnât say a word. But her? She isnât even a socialite.â
Because of Ying Luwei, Ye Suhe had naturally heard Ying Zijinâs name many times.
But as merely a foster daughter, she was hardly worth Ye Suheâs attention.
âMom, do I need a political marriage?â Jiang Moyuanâs expression was frigid, âAm I not free to marry whoever I wish?â
Ye Suheâs gaze darkened, and after a few seconds, she responded faintly, âSince you feel that way, I wonât say anything more. Even though she has left the Ying Family, if you want to marry her, you still need to offer a betrothal to the Ying Family.â
With that, she picked up a calendar from beside her and handed it to Jiang Moyuan, âPick a good date yourself.â
**
Meanwhile, Fu Mingcheng had already picked up Su Lianghui from the airport.
The fact that Su Lianghui had come from the capital to Shanghai City was something even his own daughter, Su Ruan, did not know.
âMy dear in-law, long time no see.â Su Lianghui extended his hand to Fu Mingcheng with a smile, âCongratulations, youâve finally made it.â
Fu Mingcheng smiled back, âOh, where would I be without your help?â
The two crafty foxes had reached an unspoken understanding as soon as they met.
âMy esteemed in-law, are you meeting with the president of Biman Asia-Pacific Region this afternoon?â Su Lianghui pondered, âThen we might be short on time.â
Biman was a Fortune Global 500 company with its headquarters in O continent, and the personal visit from their Asia-Pacific president already signified a significant favor.
Fu Mingcheng had made preparations for establishing a good rapport with said president.
âNo problem,â Fu Mingcheng waved his hand confidently, âIâve already instructed the company to take action, releasing some press statements. You know, the entertainment industry stuff. Netizens love wealthy family affairs.â
Su Minghui nodded, âMy dear in-law, I fully support you. Donât disappoint me.â
If Fu Mingcheng failed, his own position in the Su Family would plummet, or he might even face ruin and be driven out of his family.
The Su Familyâs competition in the capital was no less intense than the Fu Familyâs.
âRest assured,â Fu Mingchengâs smile broadened, âI certainly wonât let you suffer a loss.â
The two did not head to the Fu Family mansion but instead went to a cafĂŠ in the city center.
âIâve already contacted the kid.â Fu Mingcheng set down his briefcase, âItâs about the Old Master, he wonât refuse to come.â
With that, Su Lianghui nodded, leaned back on the couch, and closed his eyes to rest.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Mingcheng turned his head, âHeâs here.â
Su Lianghui opened his eyes and followed Fu Mingchengâs gaze.