Yan Yan was shocked, don't take this sister seriously.
She quickly changed the subject, "Sister, Yuan'er didn't want to come at first, but when she heard it was your birthday party, she even declined the interview."
Cheng Yiquan smiled slightly: "Yuan'er, we are a family. I won't talk to you. My great-grandmother did something wrong, but I still hope you can reconcile."
Fu Yuan'er forced out a smile but said nothing.
Is reconciliation that easy?
Even with Ou Lao acting as the middleman, Murong Jue didn't stop targeting Cheng Zitong.
Cheng Yiquan wasn't just talking empty words, she took out some photos and gave them to Fu Yuan'er.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned when she saw it. There was a ruby ring in the photo, which was exactly the same as the ring in Ji Senzhuo's information this morning!
She was secretly frightened, but didn't say anything. She wanted to see what Cheng Yiquan had to say.
"This was my great-grandma's favorite ring, but she accidentally lost it a few years ago," Cheng Yiquan said. "She tried many methods but couldn't find it, and she still couldn't let go of it."
So, "Yuan'er, your and Zitong's network of contacts is different from ours. Maybe you can think of a way."
"If you can resolve this matter for my great-grandma, I believe she will put her grudges aside."
When Fu Yuan'er heard this, Cheng Yiquan had no idea what the real meaning of this ruby ring was.
If Cheng Yiquan knew that this ring fell into her hands, it would become shady evidence for Murong Jue. I wonder what she would think.
"This ruby looks very precious." Yan Yan also took a look.
"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er asked pretending to be stupid.
Cheng Yiquan looked solemn: "This ring has a deep connection with my great-grandma. I heard it was given by a very close friend of hers, and that friend has passed away, so the ring is even more precious."
Fu Yuan'er sneered in her heart, "very close friends" are just lovers, she said it so elegantly and elegantly.
Thinking about it, Murong Jue was actually willing to use such an excuse to cover up the fact. It seemed that this ring was indeed her Achilles' heel.
"Okay, I will go back and discuss it with Cheng Zitong." She put the photo away.
In order to show her importance, she immediately stood up and said goodbye to Cheng Yiquan, preparing to leave.
"Don't leave with me, the party has just started." She told Yan Yan.
Cheng Yiquan also took Yan Yan's arm, "Yes, I have many more details I want to ask you about the wedding."
Fu Yuan'er nodded to Yan Yan in a serious manner, "Yes, let's talk about it."
Yan Yan:……
Fu Yuan'er walked through the crowd in the living room with the photo, and unexpectedly a woman walked towards her, holding a tray filled with wine glasses.
She quickly stopped, but she almost lost her balance, and a hand held her arm in time.
"Thank you." She saw clearly that the person supporting her was a middle-aged woman.
The woman moved her lips and wanted to speak, but her eyes were fixed on Fu Yuan'er's neck but she didn't move.
Fu Yuan'er lowered her head and found that she was looking at her pendant.
"Hello?" Fu Yuan'er asked in confusion.
The other party came back to his senses and said, "I...I think this pendant looks familiar. Can I open its lid?"
Fu Yuan'er did not agree immediately and asked: "Who are you?"
"You can call me Ling Yue."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned. Looking at her facial features, she had the same deep eye sockets and tall nose as Ling Lan...
Fu Yuan'er opened the cover of the pendant and asked, "Do you know her?"
"Lan Lan..." Tears suddenly gathered in Ling Yue's eyes.
Ling Yue pulled Fu Yuan'er to a secluded place and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
Fu Yuan'er asked: "Are you... from the same family as Linglan?"
The other party nodded with tears in his eyes, "You must have a close relationship with Cheng Zitong. This is Linglan's most precious thing and he will not give it to others easily."
Then she added: "I never thought I would see this necklace again in my life... Linglan and I were the best sisters back then..."
"You lied!" Fu Yuan'er calmly denied her words, "I heard someone said that members of that family are not allowed to come to City A."
"You are right," Ling Yue nodded, "I came here secretly. Not only did I come, but my brother also came."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned.
"When I was young, my brother, me, and Lan Lan often played together..." She choked up, "Lan Lan's death is a lifelong regret for us. No matter what, we can't let Zi Tong suffer anymore..."
"What do you want to do?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
"Can...can we meet with Zi?" she asked.
Her tearful look made it impossible for Fu Yuan'er to refuse. She thought to herself, if Cheng Zitong knew that there were relatives who were thinking about her, would she feel happy too.
"I can't make the decision," Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "I need to ask his opinion."
Ling Yue quickly took out her phone and said, "Let's leave a contact information."
Fu Yuan'er nodded.
After saying goodbye to Ling Yue, Fu Yuan'er returned home with doubts.
Originally, she planned to find someone to check Ling Yue's background, but then she thought it would be better to come back and discuss it with Cheng Zitong first.
However, the room was empty, the bed was clean, and the bathroom was dry, which proved that Cheng Zitong had not been back in the afternoon.
"Mom, mom?" She walked out of the room and stood in the corridor and shouted loudly.
Fu's mother, who lived at the other end of the corridor, came out wearing pajamas and slippers, "What's wrong?"
"Cheng Zitong hasn't come back?" she asked.
Fu's mother was funny: "I came back late at night to talk to you. Mom wants a husband. Do you think I have the energy to take care of this thing of yours?"
If my mother said this, it means that he has indeed not come back yet.
Fu Yuan'er decided to go back to her room to take a shower first and wait until he came back.
"Yuan'er," her mother stopped her: "What happened?"
"Today I met a middle-aged woman..." She told what happened at Cheng Yiquan's home.
"That's not right," Fu's mother thought as she walked over, "Ou Lao told me that the Linghu family's most stringent prohibition is that you cannot leave the family's sphere of influence at will."
Ling Lan was abandoned by her family just because she came to City A.
"Who says it's not?" Fu Yuan'er shrugged, so she didn't dare to make any random conclusions, but ran back to discuss it with Cheng Zitong.
"He went to a dinner party," Fu's mother said. "I heard it was a dinner party for an investor, and she was a female investor."
What does the emphasis on the word "female" mean in Mom's book?
"The investor is either a man or a woman." Fu Yuan'er didn't care.
"You are divorced now," Fu's mother frowned in disgust, "I don't know where your confidence comes from."
"Of course you gave me the child." Fu Yuan'er said and walked into the room.
"Heartless." Fu's mother shook her head at her figure.
But Fu Yuan'er was not panicked at all. Seventeen years later, he had other ideas and had already changed his mind.
She washed herself and lay on the bed, thinking about the scene when she met Ling Yue tonight.
The more I think about it, the more I feel like this is a trap, otherwise everything would just happen by coincidence.
Cheng Yiquan invited her to a party, Ling Yue appeared at the party, and happened to hold Fu Yuan'er who almost fell.
All this looks like a well-arranged drama.
But what is their purpose?
She thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason, so she had to look up the ring online.
After checking it out, it turns out there is indeed some content.
This ring is old. Its history can be traced back to the European Middle Ages. It was once the favorite of a certain European royal princess.
But are these reasons enough for Murong Jue to seize this ring?
At this time, the phone suddenly rang, and the caller was Cheng Zitong's assistant Xiaoquan.
"What's wrong with Cheng Zitong?" She answered the phone.
"Madam, Mr. Cheng is drunk." Xiaoquan said anxiously.
"Drunk?" Fu Yuan'er was a little surprised. He really didn't look like someone who would indulge himself.
Did something happen?
She didn't hesitate to ask more questions, and quickly changed her clothes to get ready to go out.
"What's wrong?" When I went downstairs, I ran into my mother again.
"Cheng Zitong is drunk, let me go and take a look." She said as she walked out.
"Wait a minute," Fu's mother looked at her slightly protruding belly, "it's getting bigger every day, can you pay more attention?"
"I've found a new driver for you, and you can take it with you wherever you go from now on."
Fu's mother was not joking. As expected, there was a young girl waiting beside Fu Yuan'er's car.
"Lucy?" Fu Yuan'er recognized this person and was very surprised.
Lucy smiled and opened the car door: "Boss, I'm glad to serve you."
Fu Yuan'er was thinking about Cheng Zitong and had no time to ask too many questions. She only said: "I will drive for me tonight, and I will return to the company for my internship tomorrow."
Lucy nodded honestly "Yeah" and drove the car out of the garden.
The place where Cheng Zitong drank was a high-end club.
Fu Yuan'er met Xiao Quan at the door, who was walking in with two bottles of ice water.
"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
"The ones drinking are all investors, and Mr. Cheng has already had three rounds of drinking with them." Xiao Quan told Fu Yuan'er.
Fu Yuan'er followed Xiaoquan to the outside of the box. Through the ajar door of the box, she saw several women surrounding Cheng Zitong toasting.
Cheng Zitong had no expression on his face, but he did not refuse the toasts and drank as much as he wanted.
"I told you, Mr. Cheng's drinking capacity is beyond your imagination." Someone said sarcastically.
Another person continued: "Don't worry, Cheng's company is gone. As long as you keep on drinking, the company will be there sooner or later."
"Yes, yes," another man pointed at the women, "you all work harder, whoever can get Mr. Cheng drunk, I will reward you heavily!"
"Hahaha..." A burst of unbridled laughter echoed in the box.
Fu Yuan'er understood clearly that these investors sent their secretaries to drink with Cheng Zi, while she stood aside and watched the fun.
"I didn't say I stopped drinking just now, why did I drink it again!" Xiaoquan stamped his feet worriedly.
"Is Cheng Zitong good at drinking?" Fu Yuan'er asked in a low voice.
"It's not bad." Xiaoquan said, "But Mr. Cheng usually doesn't participate in drinking parties."
Fu Yuan'er felt sad. Although his surname was Cheng, he might as well not have this surname.
"Is the matter almost settled?" Fu Yuan'er asked next.
"Look at the document on the table," Xiaoquan motioned to her, "Mr. Cheng just wanted to sign this. He had already agreed to sign just now..."
So, these people are deliberately making things difficult for him?
Fu Yuan'er took the ice water in Xiaoquan's hand and walked in.
