jdhmnovel Chapter 164 Mr. Fu is drunk and can't open the door.
Chapter 164 Mr. Fu is drunk and can't open the door.
"Qin Jinchuan, when are you going back?"
Jiang Yiru huddled behind the door, her petite frame gripping the doorknob of the private room tightly.
Her voice trembled.
Qin Jinchuan, who had been slumped on the sofa, was startled, then sprang up and sat up.
He frowned.
"What are you doing here? What business is it of yours whether I go back or not? Who do you think you are to interfere? Do you still consider yourself my fiancée?"
Qin Jinchuan asked four questions in a row, making Jiang Yiru's ears turn red.
She bit her lip: "I, I..."
Jiang Yiru and Qin Jinchuan were betrothed since childhood.
After Qin Ruofei's death, the Qin family declined, and the Jiang family found Qin Jinchuan disagreeable in every way, so they came to their door to demand the annulment of the engagement.
Qin Jinchuan's parents agreed without hesitation.
Qin Jinchuan was very young that year and had no say at all.
The Jiang and Qin families were old friends. Although Madam Qin liked Jiang Yiru, she couldn't go against her son and daughter-in-law's decision to break off her grandson's engagement.
The elite social circle is full of people who fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak. Especially after Fu Chengli turned against the Qin family without showing any gratitude, others followed suit and started to belittle him even more.
Qin Jinchuan still remembers that a few years after the annulment of the engagement, he went abroad with his parents.
The girl who was by my side when I was a child has gradually been forgotten.
Jiang Yiru took a deep breath, then looked at Qin Jinchuan and said, word by word:
“I don’t want to deal with you, but your grandma is in the hospital. If you don’t want to see me, fine, but as her grandson, aren’t you going to visit her?”
Qin Jinchuan sobered up from the alcohol lingering in the air of the private room.
He propped himself up and asked in surprise, "My grandma is in the hospital?"
Jiang Yiru nodded.
“I went to see your grandma today. It just so happens that the nanny is on holiday. She slipped and fell on the ground and couldn’t get up, so I took her to the hospital. I called your cell phone but you didn’t answer.”
Qin Jinchuan grabbed his phone and quickly called the hospital to confirm.
Jiang Yiru lowered her eyes and stared at the pair of wine bottles on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"I've conveyed everything I needed to. Go to the hospital to see Grandma, and also..."
Jiang Yiru continued, "Grandma seems to always want to bring us together. She even invited me to your house for dinner next week after she is discharged from the hospital, and I agreed."
Qin Jinchuan raised his eyes and glanced around, his gaze landing on Jiang Yiru.
Jiang Yiru: "Grandma was lying in the hospital bed, holding my hand and insisting that I go. I had no choice but to agree for the time being. But I only agreed because I didn't want to offend Grandma and make her sad. Next week I'm going to the auction in Yecheng with An Ying. I won't have time to go to your house. You'll have to figure out how to explain it to Grandma yourself."
After saying that, Jiang Yiru turned and left.
Qin Jinchuan stared blankly at Jiang Yiru's disappearing figure, a strange feeling welling up inside him.
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When An Ying came out of the old man's study, she looked around and found that Fu Chengli was nowhere to be seen.
She instinctively took out her phone to type a message, wanting to ask him where he was and whether she wanted to wait for him to go back together.
She typed a few words, hesitated for a few seconds, and stared blankly at the chat interface on her phone screen.
Who is she to him?
On what grounds does she ask about his whereabouts?
Fu Chengli had no obligation to report to her.
An Ying pursed her lips and deleted all the words she had typed in the chat box.
Driver Xiao Wang approached and said, "Miss An, Mr. Fu has arranged for me to escort you home safely."
An Ying nodded.
The driver, Xiao Wang, was very conscientious; he practically watched An Ying unlock the door and go inside before turning to leave.
Back in the house, An Ying went straight to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up.
After washing up, she changed into her pajamas and bent down to dry her hair with a towel.
My phone beeped with a new message notification.
An Ying picked up her phone, unlocked it, and checked.
Jiang Yiru sent over the schedule for next week's Yecheng auction.
An Ying stared intently at the pages of the schedule, having never attended an auction like this before.
Ding dong————
Doorbell rang.
An Ying paused, staring at the dark living room outside the bedroom door.
Who would be looking for her so late at night?
She felt inexplicably uneasy, walked to the front door, and looked out through the electronic peephole.
It was driver Xiao Wang again.
This time, the difference was that the driver was also holding onto someone.
It was Fu Chengli.
An Ying opened the door and said, "Driver Wang, President Fu lives upstairs. You've brought the wrong person."
Xiao Wang said with a smile, "President Fu is drunk and can't open the door."
As he spoke, Xiao Wang helped Fu Chengli inside and carefully placed him on the sofa.
"Miss An, thank you for your trouble."
After saying that, Xiao Wang ran away in a flash.
An Ying: "........."
She was also worried about where he had gone.
The result was that they went drinking.
He's this drunk; it must have been a very enjoyable drinking session.
An Ying found a blanket and covered Fu Chengcheng with it.
Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the bedroom, she suddenly felt a tightness on her wrist.
He fell backward.
The man on the sofa grabbed her wrist, turned her over, and pinned her down on the soft sofa.