Chapter 1 I don’t want money

The man had fallen asleep, his narrow and sharp eyes slightly narrowed.

Sheng Mian endured the unspeakable soreness and got out of bed. Her back curved into a beautiful curve, covered by her long hair. She was looming, green and beautiful. Just when she was about to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, a cold voice came from behind. sound.

"How many do you want?"

The tone was emotionless, and the strong ambiguity after being drunk last night had dissipated.

Sheng Mian pinched the hand holding the clothes.

It's funny to say that her husband of three years doesn't even know who she is.

She saved Mr. Fu's life three years ago. Just as her father's company encountered difficulties in the first round of financing, Mr. Fu took advantage of the situation and offered to let her marry his grandson Fu Yancheng and injected 300 million into the Sheng family.

Fu Yancheng did not show up during the whole process. Only after receiving the certificate did she find out that the man had gone abroad.

In the past three years, she, Mrs. Fu in name only, had become a laughing stock in the eyes of others.

Unexpectedly, the first meeting between the two was in bed.

"I don't want money."

She put on her clothes, her head was in chaos because she was hungover, and it felt like it was going to explode.

"You don't want money, are you trying to rely on me?"

Fu Yancheng sighed lightly and looked at her whole body with penetrating eyes.

She has a white and small face, a perfect figure, clear eyes, and good looks, but that's all.

Another one came forward unsolicited, but the difference was that this time he succeeded.

The man withdrew his gaze and said, "What should be given to you will not be less, but you should get rid of the things you shouldn't worry about as soon as possible."

Even though he was drunk last night, he didn't completely lose control of a woman. The problem was in the glass of wine she handed him.

Sheng Mian had already put on her clothes. At the reception banquet held by the Fu family last night, all the famous ladies in the circle gathered together, all wanting to meet this business noble son who had just returned to China and was going to take over the entire Fu family in one fell swoop.

She arrived late, and Mr. Fu specially asked her to come over when he was abroad. She wanted to show up and leave, but her father stopped her and brought her two glasses of wine.

They said they would have a good talk while Fu Yancheng returned to China.

The result came later

She knew very well how much Fu Yancheng resisted this marriage. How could she make him believe that what happened last night was not her intention?

There was a hint of self-mockery in Sheng Mian's eyes, and she was silent for a rare two seconds, "Actually, I"

The phone on the bedside vibrated.

Fu Yancheng glanced at him slowly, it was his personal lawyer.

Pressing the speakerphone, a respectful male voice came from the other side, "Mr. Fu, we have arrived at the apartment where Miss Sheng lives. She is not at home. Does this divorce agreement need to be sent to the Sheng family?"

After getting up and going to the floor-to-ceiling window, Fu Yancheng frowned and looked at the river view in the distance. He had no impression of his wife who had been married for three years.

I heard from the old man that he has a good personality, doesn't fight for anything, and is a top student who graduated from Teito University, but so what?

The Sheng family has already overcome the crisis, so she should repay her kindness for saving the old man.

The man's tone was ruthless and cold, "Contact her first and ask her to sign the divorce agreement. If she doesn't appreciate it, then contact the Sheng family."

Sheng Mian found her mobile phone and checked if she had missed any work messages. She heard the words "divorce agreement" in her ears and was stunned for a moment. The screen of her mobile phone prompted a message from her father Sheng Zhong.

"Mianmian, did you leave early last night? Your aunt asked me to ask you if Fu Yancheng drank that glass of wine."

Sheng Mian lowered his head, "Dad, didn't you prepare the wine?"

"Your aunt gave it to me. If you are not busy at work today, go to the hospital to see your sister. She said she misses you."

Sheng Mian breathed a sigh of relief, probably knowing that the woman was deliberately plotting.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Sheng Zhong asked, "What's wrong? The concentration is too high. Are you drunk?"

Thinking she was unwell with a hangover, he asked her if she needed some hangover soup, his tone full of concern.

It's not that Sheng Mian has a bad temper, but his mother passed away early and he ran the company alone. Being a father and a mother over the years has been a lot of hard work.

Moreover, he only remarried during her freshman year, and there was nothing sorry for her.

She didn't want to say this out loud, so she suppressed the discomfort in her heart, "No, I'll go see Weiyuan later. Tell Auntie, thank you for her thoughtful consideration."

The conversation in front of the floor-to-ceiling window continued, vaguely turning to business.

Looking up, the light outside the window fell on the shoulders of the man, wearing a white nightgown and with a casual posture.

With his back to the light, no expression could be seen on his handsome face, but the lines on his profile were particularly cold and stern, making him look even more cold-hearted and cold-hearted, keeping strangers away.

Sheng Mian put away her phone, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Anyway, they are planning to get divorced. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to know that he has slept with the wife he has not wanted to see for three years?

It's better to leave it like this, so we can get together and part ways.

Fu Yancheng hung up the phone. It was late, and there was an outsider here that he had not dealt with. He turned around and looked at the silent room in front of him, and couldn't help but frown.

The messy sheets were half torn off, and the crumpled suit shirt was thrown at the end of the bed.

The red wine is mixed with the beautiful taste, mixed together.

He raised his hand and pinched the center of his brow. If it weren't for the dazzling dark red on the sheets, he would have thought that the woman he saw when he woke up in the morning was an illusion.

There was a knock on the door, and secretary Qi Shen's voice came from outside, "Mr. Fu."

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, and Qi Shen was holding a brand new suit. When he saw the scene in the room, he was confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He put down his clothes and respectfully left the living room.

Fu Yancheng went to the bathroom to take a shower, got dressed, and walked out.

Qi Shen realized that he was half a step behind to catch up. The two of them walked out of the door. Fu Yancheng stopped at his feet and asked, "Who left my room this morning?"