When this news appeared on the Wen family's TV, Wen Yuan smashed the cell phone she had been holding in her heart.
Fu Shiyan clearly went back to Haicheng to see her that day to subdue her, but now everything is over...
The servants were trembling, and no one dared to speak.
Wen Yuan is a standard socialite in aristocratic families. She is very elegant most of the time and rarely loses her composure like this.
Wen Jing heard the noise from the study and walked out on crutches, "What's the fuss about? It's so loud?"
Wen Yuan stood downstairs, looked up at her father, and asked: "Father, did you provide the source of Fu's funds?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Wen Jing did not admit it.
"I can't think of a second person. It's clear that Mr. Fu is at the end of his rope and will be dead in a few more days. However, at this time, he has received financial support and is willing to help him. I can't think of a second person in the whole Haicheng.
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Wen Yuan spoke harshly. She had only taken over the Wen family's affairs for half a month, but she already had the aura of a person in charge in her eyes.
Even Wen Jing had to admit that she was a good prospect, but as Fu Shiyan said, Wen Yuan did not have a long-term vision.
"Why not? Fu Shiyan's mother, Qiao Xia, has returned to China, hasn't she? She will naturally help her son!"
"Qiao Xia is impossible!" Wen Yuan answered very neatly, as if she knew the truth firmly.
Be gentle and respectful and silent, don’t be angry and have authority.
Wen Yuan realized that her words were unbalanced and added: "I mean, Qiao Xia and Fu Shiyan are not on good terms. The two people will not have this kind of cooperative relationship. If it were her, then everyone would know about it, and the media would not pursue it like this."
Get to the bottom of it.”
Wen Jing just looked at her and didn't say whether he believed it or not, but said seriously: "Wen Yuan, you are too eager for quick success and quick success. You can't do anything well if you do this."
When Wen Yuan heard this, she looked sideways, "Big companies in Haicheng and even across the country will basically give you some face. Isn't it true that you gave the wind and asked them to invest in Fu's company?"
"Let's talk again when you listen to what I say." Wen Jing didn't want to talk to her anymore.
At this time, the sound of vehicles came from outside the Wen family. It was Wen Qiushi who came back with Qingying. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked as "gentle and elegant" as ever. Qingying followed him, in a tense atmosphere.
No words were spoken.
"What's wrong, Xiaoyuan, you are quarreling with your father again." Wen Qiushi smiled and mediated, stepped forward and patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder, "What's the fuss about? Apologize to your father, hurry up."
Wen Yuan glared at him, shook off his hand, and walked straight to Qingying, "Is that you?"
Qingying pursed her lips at the sudden question: "I don't understand."
"I heard that while I was away, someone came to ask my father for help. It was related to Mr. Fu. Did you bring that person in?" Wen Yuan raised the corners of her lips sarcastically.
Qingying touched her cheek with the tip of her tongue, knowing that she had learned about Jiang Shu.
"She is a partner of my studio, I have to help her." Qingying looked at Wen Jing, "Besides... my father has not seen her."
"Is that okay after seeing you?" Wen Yuan scolded angrily, "You dare to take anyone home. Do you really think of yourself as your master? Don't forget, who is your savior!"
The words were so unpleasant that Qingying endured them, "It's you."
"It's good to know. Also, you called me father?" When Wen Yuan burst into rage, no one could stop her, "You are just a dog raised by my brother!"