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 couldn’t help but take a step back.
For him, nothing had as much impact as Ying Zijin’s actions and words.
His heart spasmed uncontrollably, the kind of suffocating feeling that comes in spasms.
“Jiang Moyuan, you’re getting old, remember to buy some insurance, take good care of yourself,” Fu Yunshen tilted his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes curving, yet a chill surfaced, “don’t set your sights on someone who’s out of your league.”
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 driver’s seat, starting the car.
**
In the Maserati.
This was Ying Zijin’s 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 hadn’t even gotten her driver’s 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.
It’s 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. I’m headed to Shanghai City to find you, wait for me, brother. I’m bringing two bottles of wine, oh wait, forgot you’re all clean-living and don’t even drink alcohol [cracking up]]
Not long ago, Nie Chao was dragged back to the capital by Elder Nie’s men.
Nie Yi, the leader of the Yi Character Team, couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 shouldn’t.
Nie Chao replied quickly.
[What, what, what, brother, so you’ve got a rich lady wanting to keep you now? Damn, aren’t you a lucky one? Introduce her to me, would you? I need it, okay?
My old man’s cut off my bank cards, I have no source of income, hungry hungry, begging for food.]
Fu Yunshen’s gaze lingered on the words “introduce her to me” as his peach blossom eyes narrowed faintly.
[Spout any more nonsense and you’re blocked.]
Nie Chao immediately sent a facepalming emoji.
[My mistake, brother, keep talking, don’t 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, you’re not up to snuff there, losing your title of the number one dandy, how can you not understand this?]
“I think her saying that kind of thing isn’t because she likes you. If she liked you, she would have you provide for her,”
“You know, girls like to be protected. That’s how they feel safe. So, I believe there’s only one reason she says she wants to support you.”
Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow.
A second later, the follow-up comment came.
“She might just want to be your dad.”
“…”
**
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, “Moyuan, what’s wrong? Who offended you? You look so upset.”
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.
“Mom.” Jiang Moyuan nodded slightly, sitting down opposite Old Madam Jiang. Annoyed, he tugged at his tie and exhaled slowly, “Fu Yunshen, he’s not from the Fu Family?”
What Fu Mingcheng had said at the funeral had been decisive, and now all of Shanghai City’s 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?
“By blood, he is,” Ye Suhe evidently knew some inside information, “but 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.”
Jiang Moyuan frowned, “Then whose son is he actually?”
Ye Suhe took a sip of tea, “The top socialite and rich lady of Shanghai City back then, Fu Liuying.”
“Fu Liuying?” Jiang Moyuan’s frown deepened, “Was there such a person?”
“It’s normal that you haven’t heard of her,” Ye Suhe said indifferently, “You hadn’t 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.”
She disapproved of Jiang Huaping and, by extension, also disapproved of Fu Liuying, who had a good relationship with Jiang Huaping.
Jiang Moyuan’s expression relaxed.
So she was dead.
That indeed meant no status at all.
He was silent for a moment before speaking up, “Mom, I have someone I want to marry.”
“Who?” Ye Suhe was surprised upon hearing this, “Which family’s daughter is it?”
“She doesn’t really count as belonging to any family,” Jiang Moyuan pressed his temples, “I want to marry Ying Zijin.”
Ye Suhe was genuinely taken aback, “You said you want to marry who?”
Jiang Moyuan repeated, “Ying Zijin.”
“The foster daughter of the Ying Family?” Ye Suhe’s expression turned grim, “Moyuan, Mom indulges you in everything, but this isn’t for you to mess around with.”
She set the teacup down heavily, “You could marry a daughter from a lesser family, and I wouldn’t say a word. But her? She isn’t even a socialite.”
Because of Ying Luwei, Ye Suhe had naturally heard Ying Zijin’s name many times.
But as merely a foster daughter, she was hardly worth Ye Suhe’s attention.
“Mom, do I need a political marriage?” Jiang Moyuan’s expression was frigid, “Am I not free to marry whoever I wish?”
Ye Suhe’s gaze darkened, and after a few seconds, she responded faintly, “Since you feel that way, I won’t 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.”
With that, she picked up a calendar from beside her and handed it to Jiang Moyuan, “Pick a good date yourself.”
**
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.
“My dear in-law, long time no see.” Su Lianghui extended his hand to Fu Mingcheng with a smile, “Congratulations, you’ve finally made it.”
Fu Mingcheng smiled back, “Oh, where would I be without your help?”
The two crafty foxes had reached an unspoken understanding as soon as they met.
“My esteemed in-law, are you meeting with the president of Biman Asia-Pacific Region this afternoon?” Su Lianghui pondered, “Then we might be short on time.”
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.
“No problem,” Fu Mingcheng waved his hand confidently, “I’ve already instructed the company to take action, releasing some press statements. You know, the entertainment industry stuff. Netizens love wealthy family affairs.”
Su Minghui nodded, “My dear in-law, I fully support you. Don’t disappoint me.”
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 Family’s competition in the capital was no less intense than the Fu Family’s.
“Rest assured,” Fu Mingcheng’s smile broadened, “I certainly won’t let you suffer a loss.”
The two did not head to the Fu Family mansion but instead went to a café in the city center.
“I’ve already contacted the kid.” Fu Mingcheng set down his briefcase, “It’s about the Old Master, he won’t refuse to come.”
With that, Su Lianghui nodded, leaned back on the couch, and closed his eyes to rest.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Mingcheng turned his head, “He’s here.”
Su Lianghui opened his eyes and followed Fu Mingcheng’s gaze.