Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

The Fu family in Shanghai.

Fu Yannian sat across from Nan Yilan. His hair was gray and he was calm and powerful.

Looking at the blood stains on the little girl's face that had not been completely wiped off, and the casually bandaged wounds on her head, Fu Yannian guessed that they were almost inseparable after having been in the business world for so many years.

"Ms. Nan, my grandson is now in a vegetative state and may never wake up in his lifetime."

"If you get married, you may have to remain a widow for the rest of your life, and you will have to serve him, eat, drink, and defecate. Have you thought about it?"

"Our Fu family never bullies others. If you don't want to, we will never force you."

Not willing?

Just kidding, how could Nan Yiruan let go of such a good opportunity?

To make up for it, the Fu family promised to give the woman a gift of 1 million yuan!

1 million to marry a vegetative husband who doesn’t have to worry about herself at all, and she doesn’t have to have children.

Where can I find such a perfect marriage?

Whoever refuses is Dasha X!

"I do, but I have a condition."

"Oh, tell me." Fu Yannian was a little surprised. Wasn't the injury on the little girl's head caused by her refusal to marry into the Fu family?

The Nan family replaced Nan Xi, who had been booked by the previous two families, with Nan Yiran, apparently because they disliked his grandson Fu Yannian.

If it weren't for the sake of celebrating their grandson, how could the Fu family care about a small family like the Nan family?

"The 1 million will be put into the account I designated and will not be given to Nan Jianxiong."

Fu Yannian did not express his position, but looked at the little girl quietly.

It's rare to see a little girl in her early 20s with a head injury and no trace of panic in her eyes calmly negotiating terms with him.

Nan Yiran did not rush Fu Yannian, took a sip of tea and waited quietly for his answer.

"Okay, I promise you."

For the Fu family, this money is the same to anyone.

If it could be exchanged for the life of his most valued grandson, Mr. Fu would be willing to give it even 1 billion or 10 billion, not to mention 100 million.

"The deal is done. The money will be transferred to this account. I'll do the math. Tomorrow is an auspicious day, so I'll move here tomorrow."

Forget it?

He must have looked through the almanac.

Unexpectedly, the little girl is quite superstitious.

But it also shows that she is very caring. As long as she can really treat her grandson well, Mr. Fu doesn't mind if the Fu family takes good care of the little girl for the rest of her life.

After rejecting Mr. Fu's offer to have the family doctor check her wound, Nan Yiran stood up and left.

After leaving Fu's house, Nan Yiran glanced at the dusty stone bracelet on her hand.

Phoenix Spirit Bracelet, this little thing also followed me.

It's just that the bracelet that was once emerald green, transparent and flawless now looks like a stone with no spiritual power at all.

The Phoenix Spirit Bracelet needs spiritual nourishment to restore its spiritual power. This world's spiritual power is thin, so it's no wonder that it looks like a stone.

He had to find a way to let the Phoenix Spirit Bracelet wake up first.

"Ding."

A text message rang on the phone.

Nan Yiran glanced at it and said, "The money has been transferred."

Mr. Fu moves so fast, aren't you afraid of regretting it?

But think about it, who dares to fool the Fu family in the imperial capital.

Alas, 1 million was gone in just one move.

Nan Yiran felt distressed.

At this moment, a green light rushed towards the south.

Nan Yiran raised her hand instantly and caught the light with her bracelet.

The Phoenix Spirit Bracelet flashed, and all the green light was absorbed by the bracelet.

Although the bracelet was still dusty, Nan Yiran knew it was awake.

"Ah, Lao Ran, why are you injured? Why don't you use spiritual power to treat it? Are you acting in a sad drama?"

A little girl's voice appeared in Nan Yira's mind.

"Lao Ran, what the hell is this place? I don't even have any spiritual power. How come I'm like this? I'm so ugly. I'm so ugly."

"Uuuuuu, Lao Ran, I don't care, please hurry up and make me beautiful, uuuuuu."

Nan Yiran's head hurt a little, and Fengling was as noisy as ever.

"Stop screaming. I lost the 1 million I just got in order to wake you up."

The flesh hurt again.

1 million is gone, and now I don’t have 100 yuan in total.

"Lao Ran, I'm so sleepy. Come on, earn some merit, and make me beautiful as soon as possible..."

Fengling's voice gradually weakened, and Nan Yiran knew that she was asleep again.

The 1 million given by others can only activate Fengling's merits, but she still has to rely on her own merits to keep Fengling awake.

......

"Master, the money has been transferred, but..." the housekeeper Zhang Shuhui reported.

"Just tell me if you have anything." Fu Yannian looked at the newspaper in his hand without raising his head.

"The account number left by Miss Nan belongs to the UNICEF."

In other words, this 1 million is equivalent to being donated to UNICEF.

Uncle Zhang was also surprised at the time and confirmed again and again that it was the account left by Nan Yiran.

Fu Yannian raised his head, slightly surprised: "Children's Foundation?"

As far as he knew, Nan Yiran's life in the Nan family was not very good.

"Yes, sir, it's UNICEF."

"understood."

1 million, just donate if you want.

This little girl was a bit confusing to him.

*

The next day, Nan Yira walked out of Nan's house with a small suitcase, and the wound on her head was re-bandaged with gauze.

A Rolls-Royce had been waiting at the door of Nan's house for a long time. When he saw Nan Yira coming out, Uncle Zhang got out of the car and took the luggage from her hand.

"Young madam, the master asked me to pick you up."

Uncle Zhang frowned slightly as he took the luggage.

Why do you have so little luggage, Madam? The suitcase is small and old.

It seems that the rumors are true. The Nan family treats the young lady very badly.

Ever since he learned yesterday that Nan Yiruan had donated 1 million to the Children's Fund, Uncle Zhang had a very good impression of this young lady.

"Thank you." Nan Yiran was not polite and got into the car.

Nan Jianxiong hurriedly walked out, bent down and stretched out his hands with a smile: "Uncle Zhang, I have long admired your name."

Zhang Desheng, on the surface, is just the housekeeper of the Fu family. He once saved the life of Mr. Fu when he was young. He has followed Mr. Fu for most of his life and is loyal. No one dares to underestimate his status in the Fu family.

Uncle Zhang did not stretch out his hand and nodded slightly: "Mr. Nan, you're too polite. I'm just a housekeeper. I can't afford such a big gift from you. I'm just here to pick up the young lady."

After saying that, he turned around and got into the car and drove away.

Nan Jianxiong retracted his hand in embarrassment and looked angrily at the car driving away: "Isn't he just a slave? Why are you putting on such a stinky air?"

Nan Xi stood at the door and watched Uncle Zhang pick up Nan Yira, clenching his fists.

Nan Yiran, why would you let Butler Zhang come to pick you up?

"This little bitch used to have to serve a vegetable and stay a widow for the rest of her life. Let's see how long she can be proud." Zheng Xiujuan sipped melon seeds and looked at the car driving away with a sneer.

Nan Xi's hand relaxed.

Yes, why are you so angry? Just wait and see Nan Yira's jokes.

"Mom, I went upstairs to practice the piano."

"Go quickly, go quickly, there will be a piano competition next month, don't delay." Zheng Xiujuan urged.

Nan Xi will participate in the International Piano Competition next month. World-class piano master Anael will serve as a judge and will select his close disciples from among the winners.

If Nan Xi can be selected by Anel, her future will be limitless.

After seeing off Butler Zhang, Nan Jianxiong returned to the living room with a smile on his face:

"Send the dead girl away. Once the Fu family's money arrives, the company will be able to breathe."

the phone is ringing.

"What?! Oh, no, Assistant Wang, listen to me..."

Before Nan Jianxiong could finish speaking, a "beep beep beep" sound came from the other end of the phone.