Fu Yanhe’s arrival instantly quieted the previously noisy scene, and everyone moving the dresses also lowered their voices.
Shen Yanhe blinked and walked towards him, naturally taking over the handles to push the wheelchair from him, "Why did you co?"
The woman who was displaying a dress curiously and cautiously followed Shen Yanhe’s direction to glance over.
She first saw a man whose deanor remained refined and elegant even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, with a delicately petite woman standing beside him. The pairing didn’t seem out of place at all; instead, they complented each other harmoniously.
Looking higher, she then saw the man’s terrifyingly fierce face, and when her eyes t his cold black pupils, her body shuddered violently, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.
Disfigured, disabled.
This man, with an imposing presence and a strong aura, was the current head of the Fu Family, the eldest young master of the Fu Family, Fu Yanhe.
Indeed, just as the rumors said, he was not soone to be trifled with.
Xia Ran cautiously stepped back, diminishing her presence while a wave of almost uncontrollable jealousy surged within her; she could only control it by fiercely pinching the palm of her hand, using the pain.
When she used to care for Fu Yanhe like a slave, he never had a dress made for her, and he rarely gave her gifts.
Now, for a woman who had just married into the Fu Family less than a month ago, he had specially commissioned a dress for her to wear to the banquet.
Did he... like her that much, and cherish her so?
Fu Yu’s eyes flickered with fear, as she mumbled with slightly sullen lips, "Big brother, you are being too wasteful. All those dresses, just buying one would have been enough, there was no need to have it custom-made..."
In her eyes, Shen Yanhe was nothing but a cheap item sent to their Fu Family for her brother to alleviate his loneliness. Why would Fu Yanhe spend so much money, up to tens of millions, to custom-make dresses for her?
Fu Yu pouted, feeling a twinge of jealousy. She, being the daughter of the Fu Family, had never had a dress made for her! And now he was custom-making one for this country bumpkin. How would her coming sisters-in-law see her at the engagent party tomorrow?
How would that woman, Song Shiwei, see her?
She had planned to ruin Song Shiwei’s reputation tomorrow!
Fu Yanhe first glanced at Shen Yanhe behind him, and then coldly turned his gaze towards Fu Yu. His eyebrows were loaded with deep mockery, "Now all the money of the Fu family is earned by . What, can’t I spend it?"
Fu Yu felt a little flustered, "I... I didn’t an that..."
Fu Yanhe scoffed lightly, shifting his gaze to the dress Fu Yu had picked out for Shen Yanhe just now. His eyes cooled slightly, "I think this dress suits you well; wear this one tomorrow."
"Wu Fang."
Under Fu Yu’s incredulous gaze, Fu Yanhe coldly commanded, "Buy this dress and send it to Miss Fu Yu’s room, and send everyone else who ca to deliver dresses back."
Wu Fang nodded, "Yes, young master."
Seeing that Wu Fang was really going to send people away, Fu Yu panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to block him, "No! Don’t go!"
Desperately looking at Fu Yanhe, Fu Yu said, "Big brother, this dress is so gaudy, wearing it, what will people think of ? What will they think of the Fu Family?"
While speaking, she also pulled Xia Ran’s hand from behind her, seeking her support, "Xia Ran sister, you agree with , right?"
Xia Ran hadn’t expected that Fu Yu would drag her into bearing the brunt of Fu Yanhe’s anger. Her facial expression stiffened, and after silently cursing her stupid, she forcefully brought out a smile, "Yu is right."
"Yanhe, Yu is your sister and she represents the facade of the Fu Family. If people in this circle see her wearing... wearing sothing so gaudy, they will definitely laugh at the Fu Family."
"Is that so?" Fu Yanhe’s expression remained calm, but his cold black eyes, filled with chilling disdain, looked at her, "Then if my wife wears this dress, won’t people laugh at , Fu Yanhe?"
"She can endure it, why can’t you?"
Shen Yanhe looked down at the man in the wheelchair who was defending her, feeling a slight warmth in her heart.
Indeed, Fu Yanhe was a good person.
He would do his utmost to protect her, his wife in na.
Xia Ran was left speechless, and the words "my wife" from his mouth made her grip her skirt tightly, her eyes filled with even more jealousy.
Fu Yu was not convinced, puffed up her cheeks, and muttered softly, "She hasn’t worn it yet..."
Fu Yanhe’s gaze turned even colder, as if he no longer wanted to see this fool, and he directly ordered, "Do as I said. If you don’t wear it, find your own way to buy one."
As soon as his words fell, without waiting for Fu Yu and Xia Ran to say anything else, he turned his head towards Shen Yanhe, "Wife, let’s go back."
"Okay." Shen Yanhe softly agreed and pushed Fu Yanhe’s wheelchair toward his room. Before leaving, she glanced aningfully at Fu Yu and Xia Ran.
These two should thank Fu Yanhe for coming to their rescue.
Otherwise, she was about to take action.
Fu Yu, however, felt that Shen Yanhe was showing off to her, and imdiately burst into anger, pointing at her retreating figure and screaming, "That bitch was showing off to , wasn’t she? What does she have to show off about! The money she uses is all from my big brother!"
Xia Ran couldn’t manage a smile, her head lowered, her eyes shadowed with deep gloom.
Wu Fang, looking at these two won, said expressionlessly after hearing Fu Yu’s remark, "I should remind Miss Fu Yu that you and the Fu Family are also using money earned by the young master."
"The young master’s money can be used by whoever he wants. I hope Miss Fu Yu won’t be pointing fingers."
Fu Yu’s face turned alternating shades of green and white, looking very ugly, but she dared not retort a word.
Because she knew that what Wu Fang said was true.
After their father stepped down and her big brother took over the Fu Family Corporation, there were a few years of turmoil.
Especially after her big brother’s car accident, which left him disfigured and nearly dead, the Fu Family Corporation almost collapsed and declared bankruptcy.
It was finally by escaping from death and overcoming his disfigurent and disability that her big brother gradually revived the Fu Family Corporation and secured its position as the leading wealthy family in Haicheng by his own efforts.
Thus, everyone in their Fu Family was now dependent on Fu Yanhe.
This statent was entirely true.
Wu Fang looked satisfied as he watched her unable to speak, then dutifully went on to fulfill Fu Yanhe’s task.
In front of Fu Yu’s livid face, he sent away all the shops that had co to offer their dresses for selection, leaving only Jiang Yun’s dress and the vulgar, revealing dress Fu Yu had picked out for Shen Yanhe.
Xia Ran, seeing no advantage to be gained, said goodbye to Fu Yu and left.
When that dress was delivered to Fu Yu’s room, a profound regret surged in her heart.
Had she known, she wouldn’t have troubled Shen Yanhe while Fu Yanhe was still in the manor, nor would there have been any need to shoot herself in the foot.
But no matter how much she regretted it, it was to no avail.
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