"Some distant relative we couldn't reach with an eight-foot pole—better call you Ms. Fu!"
The moment Li Ye opened his mouth, he made his attitude of respectful distance toward Fu Guiyin crystal clear.
Although Fu Guiyin and Fu Guiru were first cousins once removed, definitely not relatives who couldn't be reached with an eight-foot pole, Li Ye truly had no desire to deal with this aunt of his.
When Li Ye first met Fu Guiyin six years ago, he had already disliked this wavy-haired aunt who was pushing forty yet still chasing handsome men. Later, when Li Ye and Fu Guiru took two hundred thousand to Shancheng to ransom someone, Fu Guiyin steeled her heart and got involved with Old Meng from Shancheng, beginning a business on the waterways.
In the eighties and nineties, water-route business was incredibly profitable, but it was not exactly an honorable line of work. There would always come a day when the east window was exposed, and when the time came for seizures and reckoning, who knew how many people would be implicated.
Why would Li Ye be willing to associate with such a person? Why would he call someone like this "Auntie"?
"Ms. Fu? Hahahaha~"
Fu Guiru laughed so hard that she swayed like a flower branch in the wind, pitching forward and backward so extravagantly that quite a few people nearby stared straight at her.
Perhaps she had made use of high-tech cosmetic medicine. There were almost no wrinkles left on Fu Guiyin's face, and expensive cosmetics had even piled up a hint of "girlishness." Coupled with the way her chest trembled wildly when she laughed, she was indeed eye-catching in the nineties.
But Li Ye's powers of observation were several times sharper than those of ordinary people. With one glance, he saw