Fifteen showed him a toothy grin, but the outco was a smile that looked worse than crying.
Fifteen walked to Fu Nancheng’s side and whispered in his ear: "Yang Peiyun is next door, she wants to see you."
Fu Nancheng’s brow furrowed tightly, his thin lips lightly pressed together without making a sound.
The atmosphere in the room beca heavy as he furrowed his brows.
"I won’t see." A few seconds later, he refused in a deep voice.
Fifteen spoke again: "She said it concerns the madam. If you don’t see her, you’ll definitely regret it."
His expression imdiately turned grim.
Yang Peiyun and her daughter were absolutely up to no good.
Lately, he had been busy investigating the mastermind behind the scenes, worried that they might attempt to sabotage the wedding.
But unfortunately, the opponent was very well-hidden. For half a month, he had only vaguely found so clues, not really tracking down who was truly behind it all and couldn’t figure out the real motive.
Monts later, Fu Nancheng stood up and said to Qin Zhaoran and Yan Yiheng: "I’m going over."
After speaking, he turned and went next door.
At this mont, Yang Peiyun wore a sowhat festive qipao with a dark floral pattern on a red background. Upon hearing the door open, she turned to Fu Nancheng and said, "You’ve co."
Fu Nancheng glanced at his watch; it wasn’t long until the wedding ceremony.
"Mr. Fu, today is Xiao Yun’s surgery day." Yang Peiyun spoke lightly.
"She could have chosen another day."
He had asked the doctor, and Qiao Yun’s situation wasn’t too good, but she had been recovering for so many years that in her daily life, as long as she didn’t overexert herself, there really wasn’t any major issue.
So the surgery didn’t have to be conducted today.
Yet she insisted on today, the implication was obvious.
"Yes, she could have chosen another day, but she chose today." Yang Peiyun spoke wistfully.
"Sotis... I always wonder why fate is so unfair to Xiao Yun. Look at the lavishness of today’s wedding, see the smile on Xiao Mo’s face, consider these years of circumstances..."
"I really don’t understand why Xiao Mo leads such a good life, while my Xiao Yun has to endure this tornt."
Yang Peiyun seed misty, appearing truly resentful.
Fu Nancheng’s brows furrowed tightly: "Mrs. Yang, please speak directly, I don’t have much ti."
Yang Peiyun put away her previous forlorn expression and instead smiled: "It seems Mr. Fu is quite anticipating this wedding."
Fu Nancheng remained silent, only staring at her coldly.
Yang Peiyun, holding a kraft paper file bag in her hand, handed it to Fu Nancheng: "I think you might be very interested in these materials, Mr. Fu."
Fu Nancheng scrutinized her, and after a few seconds reached out and took the file bag, quickly opened it.
Inside the paper bag were so docunts and photos, along with a USB drive.
After briefly looking through the docunts, Fu Nancheng’s face turned grim, a trace of seriousness appearing in his eyes.
"I’ve had a computer prepared, Mr. Fu. Perhaps you want to look at the contents of the USB drive, it might be more detailed."
Fu Nancheng slowly shifted his gaze away from the photos, landing on Yang Peiyun’s face, and coldly said: "What do you want?"
Yang Peiyun chuckled: "Mr. Fu is truly straightforward."
He responded with silence, his gaze was intensely cold and serious.
"Xiao Yun is in the hospital, hovering between life and death. I hope you can go to the hospital to see her." Yang Peiyun spoke evenly, and then casually added: "Oh, right, I think the surgery starts at eight-thirty."
Fu Nancheng’s face turned completely grim, eight-thirty was exactly when the wedding was supposed to start.
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