After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"dad,"

Wearing glasses, a well-proportioned middle-aged man walked in anxiously.

"Do you really want Tingchen to marry that kind of woman who can't stand on stage?"

A well-maintained middle-aged woman in a navy blue Chinese cheongsam followed closely behind.

"Shi girl is the one I like, not some woman who can't get on the stage,"

Mr. Fu looked at Fu Qiming with anger on his face.

"If you talk nonsense again, get the hell out of here now."

The atmosphere froze instantly.

"Sir, madam."

After Yang Shu nodded his head and said hello, he immediately waved his hands and led the servants around him to retreat.

"dad,"

The middle-aged beautiful woman secretly winked at Fu Qiming, and then smiled apologetically at Mr. Fu.

"Qi Ming just cares about Ting Chen, nothing else."

"My own son, don't you know better than you?"

Mr. Fu took a sip of the tea in front of him, with undisguised displeasure in his tone.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was taken aback, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her well-made-up face.

"Yes."

"Dad, Wen Wan, she..."

Fu Qiming was about to speak to his wife when he was interrupted by Mr. Fu.

"Okay, I don't care what you mean,"

Mr. Fu looked at Fu Qiming, his old and serious face was full of incompatibility.

"The marriage contract between Tingchen and Shi girl has been finalized, and nothing you say can change it."

"dad,"

Fu Qiming sat in front of Mr. Fu, frowning.

"After all, I am Ting Chen's father, and I have to help him consider his marriage affairs,"

he continued.

"The old man of the Shi family has been missing for so many years. This girl surnamed Shi is already a veritable orphan. Marrying her will not do Ting Chen any good."

"benefit?"

Mr. Fu raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly, and looked at Fu Qiming with disappointment in his eyes.

"Other people have always relied on my Fu family for benefits. When did our Fu family get so poor that we need to rely on marriage for benefits?"

Hearing Elder Fu's other words, Wen Wan's face remained unchanged, but the hand hanging by her side was gradually clenched.

This old man! !

"dad--"

Fu Qiming wanted to say something more, but seeing Mr. Fu's increasingly ugly face, he swallowed it down.

"If you have the time, pay more attention to Tingxiao, don't think about what you shouldn't think about here,"

Mr. Fu put down the cup in his hand heavily, his voice was cold.

"Lao Yang, send them out."

"Yes,"

Uncle Yang, who was waiting at the door, immediately walked in and smiled warmly at Fu Qiming and his wife.

"Sir, madam, please—"

"Qi Ming, let's go,"

Wen Wan glanced at Qi Ming, then looked at Mr. Fu and smiled softly.

"Dad, Tingchuan has returned from studying in country f. We will bring him back to see you in two days."

"Um,"

Hearing this, Mr. Fu, who was fiddling with the tea leaves with downcast eyes, responded lightly.

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imperial capital.

The top floor of a building in a prime location in the city center.

"Boss Fu,"

Yang Yi bowed his head.

"There's news from the old house. Mr. and that one went to find the old man in the afternoon."

The man sat on a leather sofa chair with a cigar in his bony hand.

"Oh?"

Gently curling smoke rose slowly, obscuring his clear and handsome face.

"About the marriage?"

There was a somewhat hoarse voice in the clearness, inexplicably cold.

"Yes,"

Yang Yi nodded.

"Sir does not agree with your marriage contract with Miss Shi."

He truthfully told Fu Tingchen the conversation between the two and Mr. Fu.

"A woman who can't get on stage?"

Fu Tingchen hooked the corners of his mouth, and his long and narrow black eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Isn't it more appropriate to describe gentleness?"

Yang Yi lowered his head, not daring to answer.

"What do you say there at night?"

"Miss Shi, she agreed directly."

Yang Yi answered truthfully.

"Boss Fu, does Miss Shi need me to send someone..."

There are countless ways to make Miss Shi not be Mrs. Fu.

"Need not,"

Fu Tingchen crushed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"Just her."

Although he was smiling, there was no smile in those long and narrow black eyes, and the aura around him became colder and colder.

"I like whatever Fu Qiming doesn't like."

Furthermore.

He also wanted to see what the little crying bag who always liked to hide behind the old man back then had become.

On the other side, Shen's villa.

"What did you say?"