Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Lu Jinnan was the first to walk in, and he cast a meaningful glance at Fu Huai’an. “I was on my way up when I bumped into Secretary Song, so we came here together.”

The next day was the day of the opening quote for the Platinum Living Project. It didn’t seem to bode well that Secretary Song, Fu Qingquan’s right-hand man, was here to pay him a visit.

“Secretary Song, is something up?” Fu Huai’an walked towards the sofa and gestured for Secretary Song to take a seat. “Have a seat…”

“It’s okay, Mr. Fu.” Secretary Song was his usual cordial self. “The chairman wants me to follow up on the Platinum Living Project. According to the contract, the second sum of money from the Chu family should have been transferred by now. The chairman sent me here to make sure that everything goes as planned.”

Lu Jinnan smiled and said, “Oh… regarding this, Secretary Song can just check with me directly, you don’t have to bother Mr. Fu, do you know how busy he is every day? His hands are so full, he can’t even make time for a proper meal. Unlike the chairman who has plenty of time on his hands, he can even scout for a daughter-in-law.”

Fu Huai’an didn’t respond. He sat on the sofa, glanced at Secretary Song, took out a cigarette, and put it to his lips. He looked penetratingly at Secretary Song and lit his cigarette.

Through the flickering flame, Fu Huai’an’s unfathomable and calm gaze seemed oppressive to Secretary Song.

Even though Fu Tianci was the biological son of Old Master Fu, in the eyes of Secretary Song, Fu Huai’an seemed more like a part of the family and a true blue descendant of the Fu’s. Fu Huai’an’s shrewdness and high-handed means surpassed even that of a young Old Master Fu.

Secretary Song could sense the hidden sarcasm behind Lu Jinnan’s words. As he didn’t wish to offend Lu Jinnan and Fu Huai’an, he smiled and said, “I am just a salaried employee who has to follow orders, the chairman wants me to check on the progress, so I have no choice but to disturb Mr. Fu even though I know that he’s busy…”

“Tell the chairman not to worry…” Fu Huai’an said in a slow and deep voice.

Secretary Song nodded and took out an invite from his suit pocket. He handed the invite to Fu Huai’an respectfully. “Mr. Fu, this is the invite to the engagement of young master Fu and the daughter of the Mu family in Pengcheng. Hope to…”

Before Secretary Song could finish his sentence, Fu Huai’an tossed the lighter onto the coffee table, and the crisp plopping sound made Secretary Song sit up and take notice.

Fu Huai’an puffed out the white smoke and said calmly, “Secretary Song, you should know that Fu Tianci is a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of Old Madam Fu. Do you think it’s appropriate to hand me an invite?”

He was implying that Fu Tianci’s engagement was much too high-profile and there seemed to be no respect for Old Madam Fu.

It was clear what Fu Qingquan was up to when he decided upon the engagement of Fu Tianci to the daughter of the Mu family in Pengcheng. It was to help pave the way for his son to inherit the family’s wealth in the future.

Old Madam Fu had just as many connections as Fu Qingquan in Haicheng.

Old Madam Fu was shrewd and capable when she was young. Back then, everyone was in awe of her and Fu Qingquan. This could be seen from the impressive turnout at her birthday dinner, it was no secret in Haicheng that she had fallen out with her husband, Fu Qingquan, and yet, many important political figures, businessmen, and socialites still attended the event.

Secretary Song placed the invite on the coffee table and said, “Mr. Lu, I’m just a secretary, I have to follow and carry out the chairman’s orders. Please excuse me if I have offended you in any way.”

“Secretary Song!” Lu Jinnan curled his lips as he sat on the armrest of the sofa and turned to look at Secretary Song. “Since you claim to just be a salaried employee, why don’t you become Mr. Fu’s secretary instead? Mr. Fu can pay you triple that of your current salary! If you wish to change any of your benefits, Mr. Fu can try his best to meet your requests. How about that?”