Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Overseas

In a luxurious villa, an old man was sitting on the sofa sipping fine red wine.

At this time, a subordinate hurriedly walked in, with excitement on his face.

"Old man, good news! Mr. Fu and Mo Jinghan are fighting to the death over Xu Xiaoxiao's matter. Now the Fu Group has become a mess. Many shareholders are dissatisfied with Mr. Fu. We can definitely take advantage of this opportunity. Adding fuel to the flames behind the scenes, the conflicts between them become even more intensified."

When the old man heard this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and said slowly: "I knew that Fu Yanchen, a guy who is desperate for women, would never become a big deal. If my rebellious woman hadn't helped him, how could he have taken over the Fu family? group?"

"You continue to keep in touch with those shareholders and make sure they support us. As long as we can control the Fu Group, the entire business community in the Imperial City will be under our control in the future."

"Yes, sir!" his subordinate responded respectfully.

The old man paused and continued: "Also, you should contact the old man of the Du family immediately and find a way to get him to sell his shares to us. The Du family's habit is not to participate in the internal conflicts of other companies. But his shares in the Fu Group should not be underestimated. If Fu Yanchen acquires his shares first, we will lose everything."

"If we can get this share, it will be of great help to us."

However, the housekeeper said with a troubled expression: "Master, I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. You don't know, right? That damn girl Xu Xiaoxiao didn't know what was going on. She actually asked Mr. Du to recognize her as his granddaughter. Now Mr. Du If she is pampered like a darling, she probably won’t give up her shares to us easily.”

Hearing this, the old man frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

He sneered and said: "Huh! Mr. Du doesn't want to give up his shares? Then find a way to get him to give up. There is nothing in this world that I can't get. You go and make arrangements immediately, and you have to give it up no matter what. Get the shares from Mr. Du for me."

"Yes, sir!" the subordinate responded, turned around and left in a hurry.

The old man picked up the wine glass again and took a sip of red wine. A sinister smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen Fu Yanchen's defeat at his hands.

At this time, the guard hurriedly came to report that the president of Yanmo Group asked to see Mr. Fu.

This news surprised everyone present. After all, Yanmo Group is a rising star that has only emerged in recent years, but its rapid development in the business world is eye-catching.

It's just that no matter what large-scale events the Yanmo Group holds, the chairman will not appear, only the president. Everyone is curious about what kind of person this president is?

"President of Yanmo Group?" Mr. Fu frowned slightly, as if he was recalling information about this group.

The butler was thinking at the side and said: "Master, I heard that Yanmo Group has gained momentum in recent years. Although it started late, it has developed very fast and has acquired many well-known overseas brands. Now their president is looking for him personally. Are you coming to our door because you have something important to discuss with us?"

Mr. Fu nodded, agreeing with the butler's view.

He thought for a moment and then said: "Since everyone is already here, we can't turn them away. Let's meet him and see what's going on with him."

After receiving the order, the guard immediately went to arrange the reception room and notified the president of Yanmo Group to wait for a while.

After a while, a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament walked into the living room.

He is tall and straight, with a handsome and profound face, and his every move exudes the majesty and confidence of a superior.

"Hello, Mr. Fu! I am Yan Ze, the president of Yanmo Group."

The middle-aged man greeted Mr. Fu with a smile and handed over his business card.

Mr. Fu took the business card and glanced at it, then motioned for Yan Ze to sit down.

He looked up and down at the president of Yanmo Group, and couldn't help but secretly admire his temperament and demeanor.

He knew that being able to have such an outstanding person come to visit him in person meant that the other party attached great importance to this meeting.

"President Yan, why are you here for this visit?" Mr. Fu asked straight to the point.

Yan Ze smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Fu, to be honest, I have an important matter to discuss with you during my visit this time. Our Yanmo Group has always been very concerned about the Fu Group in China and is very optimistic about the Fu Group. Future development prospects. Therefore, we hope to establish a closer cooperative relationship with the Fu Group and jointly explore a broader market."

"It is said that you are the grandfather of Fu Yanchen, the head of the Fu Group. Can you help with the matchmaking?"

Hearing this, Mr. Fu's eyes couldn't help but light up. In a fleeting moment, he wondered if it would be a good knife to use the Yanmo Group to deal with Fu Yanchen.

He knew that the strength of Yanmo Group should not be underestimated. If he could establish a cooperative relationship with the other party, it would undoubtedly be a huge boost to the development of the Fu Group that he controlled.

But at the same time, he also knows that cooperation with such a giant will inevitably require paying corresponding prices and bearing certain risks. Therefore, he needs to think carefully before making a decision.

The sun penetrates the clouds and falls mottled on the carved window lattice, adding a sense of depth and ancient charm to this quiet and solemn study.

Mr. Fu sat there, the traces of time engraved on his furrowed face, and every wrinkle seemed to tell a story of vicissitudes of life.

There was a depth and wisdom in his eyes that had seen everything in the world, but there was also a hint of sadness that could not be concealed.

"Hahaha," he chuckled, with a bit of self-deprecation and helplessness in his tone.

"My grandson is now a stranger to me. My words may have lost their weight in his heart."

The listener couldn't help but be stunned and asked in confusion: "But I heard that your shares are equal to his shares. Why are you willing to succumb to him?"

Mr. Fu shook his head slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He waved his hands, as if he wanted to wave away those unpleasant memories, "This matter is a long story... It's okay not to mention it, it's okay not to mention it."

His voice gradually became lower and finally turned into a sigh.

There was a brief silence in the study.

The sunlight outside the window seemed to be brighter, shining through the window lattice and shining on Mr. Fu's body, giving his silver hair a soft luster.

His figure looked particularly lonely and lonely in the light and shadow.

"Mr. Fu, even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about your grandson."

Yan Ze's voice broke the silence, with a bit of urgency and worry,

"Are you willing to see him lose everything in the future?"

Mr. Fu slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a bit of confusion and helplessness.

He sighed softly and said: "It's actually quite good for me to be like this now. I get a lot of dividends, and I don't have to worry about those trivial matters."

There was a hint of helplessness and resignation in his tone.

"But," Yan Ze asked unwillingly, "have you ever thought that if one day you are no longer here, will Fu Yanchen let your grandson go? With his character, he will definitely retaliate."

Mr. Fu fell silent again.

His gaze became deep and distant, as if he had penetrated layers of fog and saw the unpredictable future.

He knew that he would not be able to protect his beloved grandson if he did not take action, but he could not easily confront Fu Yanchen. What if this was a trap?

This kind of contradiction and struggle filled his heart with pain and helplessness.

Sunlight is like water, flowing quietly in every corner of the study.

Mr. Fu's figure looked older and thinner in the light and shadow.

He knew that if he had no way to change his fate, he could only suffer the pain and helplessness silently. He just hoped that one day he could find a way out so that his beloved grandson could stay away from this dispute and suffering.

Yan Ze saw his inner thoughts and took his time. He elegantly took out an exquisite business card from his inner pocket and handed it to Mr. Fu with both hands, his eyes revealing calmness and confidence.

He smiled and said, "No rush, Mr. Fu. You have enough time to consider this proposal. If you figure it out, you can contact me at any time."

Mr. Fu took the business card with a glint in his eyes. He nodded and responded calmly: "Okay, President Yan, I will seriously consider it."

Hearing this, Yan Ze nodded slightly, then turned to his assistant Xiao Li and said, "Xiao Li, let's go." There was an unquestionable determination in his voice.

Xiao Li immediately responded and followed closely behind.

Yan Ze's pace was neither urgent nor slow, and each step seemed to have been precisely calculated, appearing calm and unhurried without losing dignity.

At this time, the Fu family's butler came forward and said respectfully to Yan Ze, "President Yan, please come this way." He stretched out his arm to guide Yan Ze.

Yan Ze nodded slightly, expressed his gratitude, and then followed the housekeeper to the door.

His back looked particularly tall and firm against the light.

In the car, Xiao Li couldn't help but say: "President, they..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yan Ze.

"Xiao Li, some things are not as simple as they seem."

Yan Ze's eyes were deep, as if he could see through everything, "Mr. Fu is a smart man, he knows what to do."

Xiao Li nodded and said no more.

He understands that the president's decisions are always carefully considered and he only needs to implement them.

As the car slowly drove away from the Fu family's mansion, Yan Ze's thoughts drifted away.

He knew that this contest had just begun, and every next step required more caution and prudence.

But he is confident that no matter what the outcome is, he can handle it calmly.

When he got outside, he dialed a number...