Jiang Mian hooked her lips and stared at Fu Sichen, raising her glass and nodding, "Thank you, President Fu."
Fu Sichen’s gaze briefly landed on Jiang Mian, responding indifferently, "No need for thanks."
The woman in front of him had glistening eyes, and her exquisite and beautiful face was dazzling under the banquet hall lights.
The two standing together had an inexplicably cold feeling to their hands.
The extravagance of this red carpet banquet had drawn the close attention of dia from all circles.
And the joint appearance of these four had beco a sensational combination, quickly climbing the trending lists.
[Oh my god, I can’t take it anymore, what an immortal gathering!]
[This pair of top celebrities is really sothing to relish!!]
[These four look so much like high-society siblings, cold, proud, and elegant. I’m already concocting a novel in my head.]
[Mianmian is truly breathtaking, and she really gives off the vibe of a wealthy heiress.]
[It’s a sha that Chen Mian has an after-sale service, but alas, President Fu is married, boo hoo.]
[Married or not, I still feel that President Fu’s look is special, there’s definitely sothing there.]
...
Fu Sichen sat on the black leather sofa in the inner hall, his fingers with distinct knuckles twirling a silver lighter, his expression detached.
"Tsk, still can’t help but stand up for his wife."
Su Yuchuan had seen everything that just happened.
Only, in this kind of setting with the dia watching, and with the news of Fu Sichen’s marriage being public knowledge, taking a stand so rashly could easily allow those with ulterior motives to label Jiang Mian with inappropriate insinuations.
Fu Sichen spoke with a cold tone, his voice heavy, "She is Mrs. Fu."
How could he let anyone bully her.
Su Yuchuan was about to say sothing when he heard the man’s next words, "She’s my person."
Fine, fine, your person.
Dammit.
What was supposed to be a lavish banquet now turned into a mouthful of dog food.
With his legs crossed, Fu Sichen leaned lazily on the sofa, "What’s the deal with Chenghuan Entertainnt."
Others might not know, but Su Yuchuan imdiately got the hint.
That expression on Fu Sichen’s face clearly ant that soone was going to be in trouble.
"They’ve boosted several famous influencers over the years, erging as the Black Horse Entertainnt Company. Younger President Sun is lascivious, and Old President Sun isn’t any better. Like father, like son."
Fu Sichen’s dark eyes were somber, his fingertips tracing the rim of a glass, seemingly contemplating sothing; after a long mont, "Xu Lai."
"President Fu, here’s all the financial movent of Chenghuan Entertainnt from the past few years, along with the information on all the shareholders, including investigations on President Sun and Younger President Sun."
Holy shit??
That fast!!
As Su Yuchuan looked at the thick stack of docunts on the coffee table, his jaw almost dropped.
Impressive, as one would expect of soone capable of handling tasks for Fu Sichen. This efficiency...
Fu Sichen picked up the docunts and glanced through them—
"Whoosh..."
He threw the docunts into a nearby trash can.
!!!
What on earth was President Fu doing!!
Before Su Yuchuan and Xu Lai could react.
"Click!"
Fu Sichen calmly flicked open the lighter, and the docunts in the trash can quickly turned into ashes.
He rose slowly, leaving a seemingly weightless statent, "By eight o’clock tomorrow morning, I want to see Chenghuan Entertainnt lose at least eight figures, with their financial chain completely collapsed."
?!!!!!!!!
Su Yuchuan stared dumbfounded at the composed man before him.
He’s gone mad!
The man has gone completely mad!!
"Alright, President Fu."
Xu Lai was all too familiar with such scenes.
The Mrs is a treasure!
Su Yuchuan watched Fu Sichen’s retreating figure and slowly exhaled in relief.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, they are friends, having watched over little sister Jiang Mian grow up together.
Otherwise, it would’ve been Chenghuan Entertainnt’s fate.
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