Fu Guiru brought Fu Yiruo to Shanghai the very next day, then arranged to meet Fu Guiyin, repeatedly stressing that she wanted to "meet the groom."
Fu Guiyin was extremely surprised.
That day, when Fu Guiyin had asked Li Ye to invite Fu Guiru, she had only done so with the mindset that something was better than nothing. Over the years, the two sisters had drifted farther and farther apart, and Fu Guiru clearly did not want to get too entangled with Fu Guiyin.
So Fu Guiyin was still very happy that Fu Guiru had come this time.
Thus, the two sides happily agreed on a meeting place: the café where Tang Zhiyu and Fu Zhiman had plotted yesterday.
But they had agreed to meet at seven. Fu Guiru arrived five minutes early with Li Ye and Fu Yiruo, while Fu Guiyin and Tang Zhiyu showed up ten minutes late.
Seeing Fu Guiyin arrive fashionably late, clearly having dressed up with great care, Fu Guiru could not help curling her lips.
"She had been like this all her life, racking her brains over all sorts of meaningless little things just to get the better of you, then smugly believing that she was the real winner."
Fu Yiruo said softly, "Mother, then does she think she has won again this time?"
Fu Guiru smiled faintly. "Whether she has won or not, we'll find out soon enough."
Before she had even arrived, Fu Guiyin was already smiling as she said, "Cousin, I never thought you would really come to my wedding. I'm so touched. These past few years, you've made it big. Everyone said you were a busy important person and no longer willing to bother with poor relatives like us!"
Fu Guiyin's words were somewhat grating, but Fu Guiru did not