Jiang Shu raised his eyes and saw Zhou Liangqi casually walking in wearing home clothes. He leaned on the corner of the bookcase and said mockingly.
She looked away, "You shouldn't have taken me away."
Maybe if we wait a little longer, Wen Jing will agree to see her.
"I thought you would become smarter by staying with Fu Shiyan, but I didn't expect you to become so naive." Zhou Liangqi sneered with great disdain, "Who is Wen Jing? He can win an entire city back by himself and has almost never failed. Why should he?"
If I give up a great project for you, tell me."
When he said this, he almost hated the iron. He felt guilty and distressed towards this woman, which was hidden in his eyes.
"But this project wasn't started by Wen Jing, but by Wen Yuan, right?" Jiang Shu panted and looked directly at him, trying to see into his heart, "You and Wen Yuan joined forces, right?"
Zhou Liangqi looked away and said with a cold face, "Jiang Shu, the shopping mall is a battlefield. There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."
"I understand, so from what happened to now, I have never asked you. I went to Wen Jing. This is my only way."
Jiang Shu is very sober.
"Do you know that Fu Shiyan even bowed his head to see Wen Yuan for Mrs. Fu? He has never put your wife in his eyes." Zhou Liangqi said directly, "For him, there are only eternal interests, why should you do it?"
He was exhausted."
There was silence in the space for a moment.
A silence that can drown people.
Jiang Shu clutched the corner of the quilt in her hands, clutching it very tightly, as if she was grasping a life-saving straw. She suppressed the grievance in her heart and replied to Zhou Liangqi, "Many people may think I'm stupid, but husband and wife are one. If he has something to do, I will
Of course I have to be here, otherwise how can I bear the title of Mrs. Fu?"
She has low self-esteem but is confident, stupid and smart. Zhou Liangqi can't believe that she can combine all of these.
He laughed angrily, "Then, after meeting Wen Jing, what next? How can a father help his daughter? Could it be that just because you look like Wen Shu, he will help you?"
Jiang Shu was left speechless by the question. Her eyes were confused, "I only have this bargaining chip."
"I want to tell him that he will not go wrong by choosing Fu. The value that Fu Shiyan can create is far greater than the immediate benefits."
Zhou Liangqi nodded, walked slowly, picked up the bowl of soup on the bedside table, and fed it to her mouth with a spoon.
She doesn't move.
"Open your mouth."
Jiang Shu looked at him.
"Wen Jing would not want to see a sick man."
Jiang Shu then opened his mouth.
It was a medicinal soup, very bitter. As soon as it entered her mouth, she wanted to spit it out, but Zhou Liangqi ordered her to "swallow it."
She frowned and endured the pain.
"You do believe in Fu Shiyan." He sneered, with an undisclosed sourness in his tone.
"Zhou Liangqi, thank you." Jiang Shu said suddenly. She was not stupid and knew that making this decision was very difficult for him.
"Why did you miscarry?" He suddenly asked.
Jiang Shu froze, thinking of that inappropriate child, he couldn't help but feel sad.
"Actually...it's not a pregnancy, it's an ectopic pregnancy. Sooner or later, you'll need surgery." She was a little at a loss and informed her privacy.
Zhou Liangqi paused slightly while feeding the medicine, "Does he know?"
Jiang Shu shook his head, "I don't want to tell him yet."
After a while, Zhou Liangqi put down the bowl and said condescendingly: "You think about him like this, but you still don't know what he is doing. What if you are let down?"