Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“First of all, apologize to President Nan and Miss Nan.” With a sharp look in his eyes and a commanding tone in his voice, Fu Jingheng stared at Fu Xiao with an impassive expression.
Even if Fu Xiao had felt reluctant at this time, he had to bow his head to apologize. Throughout the entire Fu family, he wasn’t afraid of Old Master Fu or his father, but he was afraid of his little uncle, who had an icy poker face all day long and a mysteriously gloomy personality.
Although his little uncle wasn’t that much older than he was, his seniority was evident. Coupled with his personality and his ruthlessness in dealing with things, he had always made Fu Xiao treat him respectfully. He dared not throw a tantrum in front of him, because he knew that Fu Jingheng wasn’t a master who would spoil him.
Fu Jingheng was Fu Tingyuan’s youngest son. He had always been aloof and arrogant. He was a leader in the film and television industries. As soon as the name Fu Jingheng was mentioned in the industry, people became intimidated. It could be said that he was a legend in Luo City. Even his eldest brother who had taken over the family business, that is, Fu Xiao’s father, Fu Miancheng, had to be deferential toward him.
“Uncle Nan, Miss Nan, I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I was reckless, and I’m sorry for the negative impact it had on you all.” Under Jingheng’s threatening eyes, Fu Xiao walked up to Nan Shang and his daughter, bowed deeply, and apologized sincerely.
“Master Fu Xiao, I can’t bear your bow. Since you looked down on this marriage contract, our Nan family isn’t desperate to get married with your Fu family either, so let’s just call it quits. The thing that bothers me is that yesterday, Young Master Fu Xiao’s actions made my daughter’s reputation suffer. I hope that your Fu family can send out an official announcement saying something along the lines that the nullification of the marriage had been discussed by our two families beforehand. We will deal with the rest.” Nan Shang had started to dislike Fu Xiao more and more. He squinted at him, mocked him a bit, and looked at Old Master Fu.
“President Nan, is this marriage…beyond saving?” Fu Jingheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a mysterious expression flashed through his eyes as he asked this question in a deep voice.
“Jingheng, your nephew has just said that he has someone he likes, and he looks down on my daughter. No matter what, our Nan family is a well-known and famous family in Luo City, but, according to what your nephew has put about, our Nan family seems to have been deliberately trying to socially climb to the ranks of your Fu family. If this marriage doesn’t get called off, our Nan family will have no face to stay in Luo City.”
Fu Jingheng’s arrival had really surprised Nan Shang, but, as for his daughter’s marriage nullification, Nan Shang was determined to get justice for her.
As Nan Shang was speaking in this righteous tone, Fu Jingheng’s gaze swept over Nan Yan’s pretty face, then he looked back at Old Master Fu. After seeing Old Master Fu nodding his head and acquiescing, he spoke once again, “I understand what President Nan means. I will give President Nan a satisfactory answer on this matter.”
“Lao Nan, although our two families no longer have marriage ties, our friendship throughout the decades remains, so let Jingheng handle this matter. My grandson acted very insensibly, and I will definitely let Jingheng discipline him more in the future.” Old Master Fu butted in at the right time to alleviate the awkwardness a little.
“Old Master Fu’s words make sense, but, as you know, I’ve always cherished my daughter, so of course I can’t bear to see my daughter become aggrieved at all.”
“Yes, yes, this matter was indeed my grandson’s fault, so be it! You and Yan Yan should stay for a meal. I haven’t played chess with you for a long time, so let’s have a match. Have your chess skills improved?”
Old Master Fu had always been slick, so he delegated the fault of this matter, and, letting this matter get brushed over little by little, he gradually changed the subject.
“It’s been six months since the last time I played chess. If you want to change the subject and have a match, then why not, let’s have a match.”
“Okay, prepare the chessboard.”
“Yan Yan.” Nan Shang stood up and looked at Nan Yan, who was sitting beside him. He suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.