When the black business car parked in front of the Crown Club, it was already surrounded by luxury cars.
A style that is intimidating to ordinary people.
Uncle Gui glanced into the club and could only catch a glimpse of the scene inside, and he could already smell the atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth.
"Mr. Fu, are you going up now?" The hand on the watch on his wrist read seven forty, which was not the time yet.
Fu Yanchi opened the car door and got out of the car, her movements lazily and elegantly, "Some people may not be able to wait any longer."
"I'll pick you up in half an hour?"
"According to the plan, it will be nine o'clock. There must always be some time left for people to use."
After finishing speaking, Fu Yanchi put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly into the club.
The lights and shadows on the dance floor in the lobby change, ambiguity abounds, and the air is filled with strong hormones.
The floor-to-ceiling glass deck on the second floor is also full of people. Men and women can be seen everywhere leaning in front of the glass and swaying to the music on the dance floor.
"Isn't it Ziyun? You don't even like Second Young Master Jiang, but you like Fu Yanchi, a poor and sick man...?"
After going up to the second floor, Fu Yanchi had just pushed open the glass door of the booth when a sarcastic joke came into his ears.
He raised his eyebrows and walked in with an indifferent expression, "Poor man and sick man? Are you talking about me? He is indeed worthy of his name."
There were five people in the booth. Suddenly they heard the clear voice of a man, which made everyone stunned. They turned around and realized that Fu Yanchi had already arrived.
When Song Ziyun saw the person walking in clearly, her eyes flashed slightly and her heart skipped a beat.
The man wore a baggy gray windbreaker today, paired with white lining and black trousers. He is tall and thin, with broad shoulders and long legs.
His facial features are clear and handsome, his lips are slightly curved into a smile but not a smile, and his yuppie temperament is charming in every gesture, easily making people fall for him at a glance.
"Achi, are you here?" Song Ziyun suppressed her heartbeat and greeted with a smile, "Manman was joking with me just now. Don't mind those words. Come and sit here."
As she spoke, she moved to one side of the sofa and motioned for Fu Yanchi to sit next to her.
The sofa in the booth was arranged in an L shape. She was sitting on a short sofa, which could just accommodate two people.
Xu Manman, a woman with long curly hair sitting on the long sofa, curled her lips imperceptibly.
She felt uncomfortable for a moment when she was caught gossiping about people behind their backs, but it was only for a moment.
She didn't like Fu Yanchi at all.
Nothing but a skin.
I am frail and sick, so I can show off my previous grades when I was in school, but going out into society relies on ability and strength, and the scores on the test papers when I was in school cannot be used as food or money.
I don’t know what Song Ziyun was thinking, that the dignified eldest lady of the Song family would actually fall in love with Fu Yanchi.
If the two of them really get married, just watch, Fu Yanchi will definitely get a soft meal.
Among the five people present, except for her, Jiang Kai's contempt and hostility towards Fu Yanchi were even more obvious. After the attacker came in, he didn't even raise his eyes and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, chatting and laughing with the people next to him.
He completely regarded Fu Yanchi as nothing.
The expressions of the others were similar.
Therefore, how much of this party called a celebration is truly a celebration is open to question.
Fu Yanchi seemed as if he hadn't seen her before, with a natural expression, "The crown is different from before. When I first came in, it looked like it had been re-decorated? Many of the previous decorations had also been changed."
As he said that, he pulled the soft cushion behind the sofa and sat down on it, without going next to Song Ziyun.
This behavior seems to be deliberately avoiding suspicion, but his smiling tone and demeanor will not cause embarrassment or discomfort.
"The last time you came to Crown was almost six years ago, right?" Jiang Kai finally looked over, swaying his wine glass in a condescending manner, "We have all changed after so many years, let alone Crown? Everyone used to be a scholar.
, now he has become this director and that boss.”
After speaking, he paused for a moment, and looked at Fu Yanchi arrogantly with his lips curled up, "By the way, I remember Fu Yanchi, when you were studying in the past, your grades were always among the best in the class, right? Where are you doing now?"
Fu Yanchi did nothing, and they all knew this.
Now Jiang Kai deliberately asked this, which was a blatant humiliation.
"Jiang Kai! Everyone is here for a party, why are you talking so much!" Song Ziyun frowned and scolded, feeling annoyed and anxious.
She didn't ask these people to come to the party to cause trouble!
You had said it well beforehand, so why did you adopt such an attitude on the spot?
"Ah Chi, don't argue with him. He drank too much and talked nonsense!" Song Ziyun was really worried.
At the last opening reception, inviting Meng Jingxian over actually messed things up, and her status in the family suddenly changed.
Her father directly ordered her to get married and she was not allowed to go out.
The reason why she came out this time was because she was dating Jiang Kai.
If she still can't capture Fu Yanchi today, then the only thing waiting for her in the future will be the fate of being bought and sold.
Marry Jiang Kai, become the second young wife of the Jiang family, and become a puppet of a wealthy family!
It may seem glamorous, but you have to spend your whole life looking at people's faces.
She will never allow herself to live like that!
Thinking of this, there was a hint of coldness in Song Ziyun's eyes. If Jiang Kai angered Fu Yanchi and made him angry, all her plans would be in vain!
Giving Jiang Kai a cold look, Song Ziyun leaned closer to Fu Yanchi and said softly, "You are not in good health and cannot drink. Can I order you a drink?"
Fu Yanchi smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you."
"Are you polite to me?" the woman said angrily, got up and walked out.
Without her to smooth things over in the middle, the atmosphere in the booth suddenly cooled down.
Jiang Kai saw with his own eyes that Song Ziyun had completely different attitudes towards him and Fu Yanchi, and he was filled with anger and nowhere to express it.
He had liked Song Ziyun when he was studying, but he could never catch up with her. Who would have thought that Song Ziyun would leave him and fall in love with Fu Yanchi, a sick boy!
In what way is he not better than Fu Yanchi?!
"You haven't answered the question just now." Jiang Kai stared at the man across from him with undisguised contempt and ridicule in his eyes, "Does Great Talent Fu not know how to answer, or does he have nothing to say?"
Xu Manman and the other two people remained silent and acted as if the matter had nothing to do with them, watching Fu Yanchi being ridiculed.
Fu Yanchi raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Is there anything you can't answer? I'm an unemployed vagrant, just hanging around and waiting to die. I can't compare to all of you here."
"Hahahaha!" Jiang Kai laughed a few times and then turned cold for a moment, "It seems that after a few years of not seeing each other, the great talent Fu has turned into a waste. How do you have the nerve to pester Ziyun?!"
"This is unfair." Fu Yanchi sighed and said helplessly, "Which of you saw me pestering Miss Song? Weren't you the ones who called me out for today's celebration?"
Several people, "..." were speechless for a moment.
The person who proposed the party was indeed not Fu Yanchi.
It was Song Ziyun who invited them to help celebrate. For the sake of the eldest lady of the Song family, they will sit here tonight.
In other words, the party tonight was organized by Song Ziyun for Fu Yanchi.
Then it will be clear at a glance who is entangled with whom.