Fu Chi wore a sharp suit that day, and Fu Jinchuan benefited from it as well, as it was the first time he had ever worn a suit.
Leather shoes, suit trousers, and hair styled with hair wax.
The suit jacket didn't fit quite right; the trousers were a bit short, and the leather shoes were a bit too big for Fu Jinchuan.
But he remembered that day very clearly; even wearing an ill-fitting suit, he stood outside the operating room, following behind Fu Chi.
That feeling of high spirits was like a fledgling eagle learning to fly for the first time.
The lights above the operating room were always on.
Later, the doctor came out and said, "The surgery was a success."
In short, Fu Jinchuan felt as if the butterfly in his hand was about to fly away.
But the next second, the doctor sighed and said, "The patient's legs are compressed, and he may need to use a wheelchair for a long time."
The butterfly flew back.
The person in charge of the Fu Group could not possibly be a cripple.
In the years that followed, Fu Jinchuan continued to work hard. He worked hard to get into a prestigious university, worked diligently, and after graduation, he joined the Fu Group.
The Fu Group's building was towering and majestic, with bright and clean windows. He finally put on clothes that fit him well, stood in the place he had been longing for, and walked into the building with his chest out and head held high.
When he later met Fu Jingzhou, although he was a little afraid, he was not as disheartened as before.
This person is lame. Even if he has a top-notch medical team to help him rehabilitate, and can barely stand for a few minutes, so what?
Time has passed, Fu Jingzhou is now lame, but Fu Jinchuan is still perfectly fine.
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Fu Jinchuan interrupted his recollection, his jaw muscles twitching violently as he clenched his fists.
"The blood of the Fu Family flows in my veins; that's an undeniable fact."
Jiang Nan was stunned by these words: "You've completely lost all shame now, haven't you?"
Fu Jinchuan took a few deep breaths and said, "Say whatever you want."
Jiang Nan laughed, "You can learn to be uncultured, and you can get plastic surgery if you're ugly, but someone with your warped values and shameless nature is truly beyond help."
Fu Jinchuan took two deep breaths and rubbed his hair. "I have to go sell dolls now. I don't have time to waste on this useless stuff."
After saying that, the man didn't even glance at him, and squatted down in front of the doll.
Jiang Nan sneered and squatted down to play games by herself.
He claimed to be playing games, but his mind wasn't on the game at all. While his teammates were fighting the dragon, he wandered around aimlessly. During team fights, he went to the jungle to kill small monsters. When the enemy pushed onto the high ground, he hid in the bushes and circled around.
He only snapped out of his daze when the word "defeat" popped up after the game ended.
Unsurprisingly, all four of his teammates reported him this time.
The five opposing players unanimously gave him a thumbs up.
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Little Immortal Nan pursed her lips tightly, her hat pulled low, and her pink hair fell naturally, just brushing against his eyelids. His eyelids were a little itchy, but he didn't move.
He thought, if even a child born to an illegitimate son like Fu Jinchuan dares to be so arrogant, what about the rest of them?
How proud must these people be that their boss is disabled in both legs?
A certain emotion began to surge within him, gripping his heart and making it hard for him to breathe.
Jiang Nan thought for a moment, then opened WeChat. " Zhouzhou Wife " was pinned to the top.
Jiang Kounan has lived for over twenty years, and the most pinned groups on WeChat are either class groups or work groups. This is the first time he has ever pinned a person to the top.
Jiang Nan kept her head down and began typing seriously, typing one letter at a time.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [ Zhouzhou, did you miss me?]
When he received the message, Fu Jingzhou was talking to Lin Shen. His phone rang, but he didn't check it immediately. Instead, he continued to instruct Lin Shen, "Give the project in the north of the city to Chuanxing. We won't get involved."
Lin Shen was greatly shocked.
So, are they planning to start closing in?
The project in the north of the city is a lucrative opportunity, and many companies are currently bidding for it. This project requires a huge initial investment.
Chuanxing is a company that Fu Jinchuan personally established after resigning from the Fu Group. Although it is developing quite well now, it is far from being able to afford such a large capital investment, and will have to rely on banks for working capital.
If the funding chain is blocked, the project is essentially doomed.
After Lin Shen left, Fu Jingzhou glanced at his phone.
When he looked at the message Jiang Nan sent, his expression still carried the coldness he had shown when he was talking to Lin Shen. He then looked up at the live stream on his tablet.
Fu Jinchuan was selling dolls at the moment, so most of the camera was on him.
Jiang Nan was squatting in the corner, looking like a moldy little green mushroom.
Fu Jingzhou's lips curved slightly as he typed a reply: [What about you?]
Instead of answering, he asked a question and tossed a hook over.
If it were someone smarter, they would definitely try to flirt with him right now.
But Jiang Nan was different from ordinary people. When the bait came, he took it like a clumsy fish.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Ugh... I miss you so much.]
A faint smile appeared on Fu Jingzhou's face. He propped his head up with one hand, tapped the screen with the other, and stared intently at the tender green figure on the tablet.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [But I didn't really want to; I only did it once.]
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
His relaxed posture changed instantly; he straightened up and pursed his lips.
The joy I felt just moments ago vanished in an instant.
Before he could say anything, Jiang Nan spoke again.
"Stirring Shit When It Hits": [Because this time, I've been thinking about you all day long.]
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Jiang Nan waited for a long time, but still didn't receive a reply from his Zhouzhou Wife.
So I pulled up the little coal ball that was sitting obediently on the round stone pillar sunbathing nearby. [Why isn't Zhouzhou replying to me?]
771 was being dragged around by her little feet, hanging upside down like a ball, utterly dejected: [So you're just messing with me, huh? I was just sunbathing, what did I do to deserve this?]
Fortunately, there was no one nearby, and the camera wasn't focused on Jiang Nan, so no one saw her pulling the Little Black Ball.
Jiang Nan snorted coldly: [You're already as dark as a lump of coal, and you're still sunbathing? The more you sunbathe, the darker you get. When are you going to transform into a little white ball?]
771 was still angry after hearing the first sentence, but upon hearing the second, she forgot all her anger and quickly said, "[998 is a little white ball, ugly and stupid, I don't want to become like it.]"
Jiang Nan: [Who is 998?]
Even upside down, 771 angrily hugged her little arms: [You stole my ugly ball, you bad ball, from my outstanding graduate program!]