In the end, Jiang Bei had Zhou Wu and Yang Li serve for a week at the nursing ho, leaving both of them quite surprised. Nonetheless, they were grateful to Jiang Bei, and although Rong Shen was dissatisfied, he said nothing more and waved them off with a gesture.
When only the two of them remained in the room, Jiang Bei felt it was unnecessary for her to stay any longer:
"Now that everything has been resolved, I should be going."
"There’s no rush." Rong Shen had no intention of letting her go, "They’ve arranged a reception banquet for today. As the person who saved my life, you should be there."
In such a setting, with such a group of people, Jiang Bei did not want to be involved, but she could tell that Rong Shen was a man of his word. He seed to have no intention of stepping back on his desire to have her accompany him to the event. After much argunt, Jiang Bei finally resigned herself to accept the situation.
It was at this mont, from the window, that she noticed Su Mu waiting by the door. She hadn’t planned to drag Su Mu into this ss, but seeing her shivering with cold outside, Jiang Bei thought it better to invite her in.
This led to the scene where Rong Shen and Su Mu t.
Rong Shen invited Su Mu to stay and attend his reception. Although Su Mu wanted to leave, she realized it was nearly impossible. Also, with Jiang Bei still there, she couldn’t just leave by herself. She nodded faintly:
"Thank you."
Rong Shen initially wanted to leave the two won alone to talk, and almost left the room, but just as he was about to close the door, his phone rang. He glanced down at the screen, slightly raised his eyebrows, and then pressed the answer button:
"Mr. Fu."
Su Mu, who was talking with Jiang Bei inside the room, stiffened for a mont upon hearing this. Jiang Bei, noticing her unease, spoke out, "What’s wrong?"
Su Mu shook her head: "It’s nothing."
Mr. Fu, whom Rong Shen was speaking to, might not be the sa ’Mr. Fu’ Su Mu was thinking of, perhaps she was just overly sensitive, but Su Mu hadn’t considered that in the entirety of Shen City, there was only one person whom a figure like Rong Shen would address as ’Mr. Fu’.
The person on the other end of the phone must have said sothing to Rong Shen, who stood by the door and looked back into the room where the two won were still talking, his brow furrowing slightly:
"Jiang Bei?"
"No, the other one."
Rong Shen’s brows smoothed out, "Mr. Fu, please be assured, since Mrs. Fu has graced us with her presence as a guest, I naturally won’t treat her poorly."
"Let’s have dinner together another day."
"Agreed."
Rong Shen ended the call and looked at the two won once more before leaving.
It was only after the door closed that Su Mu voiced all her worries, truly wishing she could scold Jiang Bei:
"Do you realize how reckless your decision was? Don’t you know how much worry this causes us? Not just —Qiao Yu and Ji Nanfeng are also waiting at the coffee shop across from the club for news. You’re too bold, venturing alone into the lion’s den. Were you raised on bear’s gall from childhood?"
Even though Jiang Bei knew Su Mu was not weak, this was the first ti she encountered such a scolding from her. She couldn’t help but plead for rcy:
"Madam, I understand my mistake, please? There won’t be a next ti."
"If there is a next ti, just take with you. Better to face fears together than scare yourself silly alone. If we are to die, let’s die together."
Jiang Bei, smiling, hugged Su Mu:
"Susu, how can you be so adorable?"
"Get out!"
This was the first ti Jiang Bei had ever heard a curse word from Su Mu’s lips, which showed just how worried she was about him. Jiang Bei was grateful for this display of friendship from Su Mu, yet he didn’t want to keep talking about this topic, lest Su Mu really did end up hitting him:
"Didn’t you go back to the old house to see grandma? How co you’re back so soon?"
Jiang Bei’s question montarily reminded Su Mu of everything that had happened in the old house, and her expression faltered for a second. But she didn’t want to talk about it and simply shook her head with a smile:
"Heard you were in so trouble, how could I sit still?"
Jiang Bei smiled, "Are Qiao Yu and the others across the street?"
"Mm, they’re all very worried about you."
"Co on." Jiang Bei sat down on the couch, "If they were really worried about , they should’ve looked like you, waiting at the door, anxious to burst in, not like them, casually going for coffee. I think they’re not here to rescue , but rather to watch the spectacle, right?"
Speaking of this, Su Mu rembered how Qiao Yu had looked before they entered the door. She could tell that Qiao Yu’s anxiety and concern for Jiang Bei weren’t feigned. Perhaps there were so things she had always overlooked. However, given Jiang Bei’s current attitude, Su Mu felt that now was not a good ti to bring this up.
——
anwhile, Fu Shinian, sitting in the study at the old house, was completely exhausted. A phone call from Qiao Yu had added to his already restless heart—she really was reckless. For Jiang Bei’s sake, she’d even dared to intrude into Rong Shen’s territory. He originally didn’t want to intervene; if she had the ability to cause trouble, she should also have the ability to deal with the consequences.
That was why he had said, "It has nothing to do with ."
Initially, he truly hadn’t wanted to get involved, partly because his anger had not subsided, and partly because he had dealings with Rong Shen before and knew his character—Shen wouldn’t make things difficult for a woman.
He called Song Yi to the study to handle official business, and those two billion yuan, though cash, had their own ways of being tracked. Two hours earlier, Song Yi had told him that the money had entered the borders of Country H.
Song Yi, standing in front of him, cautiously observed his mood:
"Sir, there’s news from Country H, Song Zhengxian was previously worried about the funds, but since today, he’s been acting like a different person, also seriously preparing for the bid in a few days. It seems your guess was right, this matter indeed cannot be unlinked from him."
Fu Shinian didn’t speak, sitting there, lost in thought.
Normally at this ti, Song Yi would have gently reminded Fu Shinian, but this ti he felt he didn’t have the nerve, as just ntioning Song Zhengxian and the email had already taken a lot of his courage—he really didn’t dare to say another word.
After about five minutes of silence, Song Yi thought that perhaps Fu Shinian was not in the mood to handle these issues at the mont. His wife had looked quite upset when she’d left, her sorrow and frailty apparent to anyone who could see. Just as he was about to leave to give Fu Shinian so private space, Fu Shinian suddenly moved.
He picked up the cell phone on the desk and made a call. Seconds later, Song Yi heard him say:
"Mr. Rong, the person following my wife tells that she entered your turf not long ago. If she had impulsively offended you, please forgive and understand."
"Jiang Bei?"
Fu Shinian said, "No, another one."
After exchanging a few pleasantries and hanging up, Fu Shinian fell silent for a few seconds:
"Send soone to Shengyan Club. After Su Mu cos out, notify ."
Song Yi dared not delay and hastily acknowledged,
"Yes."
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