"Pa" a big slap hit Fu Jiang's face. Fu Jiang gritted his teeth and put the tip of his tongue against the roots of his teeth. The slap was so heavy that his teeth were bleeding and the tip of his tongue had a strong smell of blood.
"Just try saying that again."
"grandfather!"
"Shut up. Without your great grandfather's family, there would be no Zhongheng. Don't say such things again in the future, or no one can save you."
Fu Jiang gritted his teeth and said, "My uncle is dead. If Fu Nanli dies too, Grandpa, who do you think will inherit this huge family business?"
Fu Huaide's eyes flashed with coldness, full of disbelief: "Do you know what you are talking about? What's wrong with you?"
Fu Jiang is indeed a playboy and arrogant. Of course, he is only arrogant when Fu Nanli is not around. He is indeed afraid of Fu Nanli, but he also hates Fu Nanli.
There is only one heir in the direct lineage, Fu Nanli. If Fu Nanli dies, the nearest heir to the family will obviously be him.
So, he once had the thought of killing.
But I didn't expect that I would fail at the last moment.
Fu Nanli had always looked down on him. They were cousins, but when he met Fu Nanli, he had to kowtow to him like a servant. How could he swallow this? -
The old man knew about Fu Nanli’s car accident, and Ye Minqiu soon found out about it.
When she rushed back, Fu Nanli was selecting wine in the wine cellar.
There was a cold rain falling outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The temperature in the wine cellar was 15 degrees. The storage temperature of red wine should be kept between 7 and 18 degrees.
Across the wooden frame, Ye Minqiu saw his son's leisurely demeanor and said angrily, "Fu Jiang must be really bold. He actually dared to harm you. What kind of person is he? He is a traitor and plotted against you."
Fu Nanli's fingers lingered between the two bottles of wine and he ignored his mother.
Ye Minqiu's every word was full of gunpowder: "Everything in their family was given by your grandfather. Without our family, don't they know what kind of life they would have lived? He even had the intention to rebel. What is he thinking? Does he think that if he gets rid of you, our family business will fall to him?"
Fu Nanli took out a bottle of wine and raised his eyebrows: "Then let's go back to the starting point."
"This is really a case of a small amount of rice bringing about gratitude, but a lot of rice bringing about hatred. There is no need to be polite to their family."
After a pause, he continued, "Did you cause this subprime mortgage crisis mystery debt incident?"
Fu Nanli walked out with the wine: "What do you think?"
Ye Minqiu curled the corners of her mouth and originally intended to vent her anger for her son.
Come to think of it, although her son has been flying planes for many years, if it comes to real tricks and scheming, I'm afraid she is no match for her son.
That Fu Jiang is even less worthy of being an opponent of her son.
"If you need any help, just let me know. It's time to clean up the mess."
"knew."
Fu Nanli went upstairs to the side hall, and Ye Minqiu called Uncle Li.
"You knew it all along, didn't you?"
Uncle Li said tremblingly, "The young master was afraid that the old man and you would worry, so he never told you."
"What was the situation of the car accident?"
"When the young master was going to the airport, his car was hit by a concrete truck."
"Then what?"
“And then he was rescued.”
"By whom?"
Uncle Li hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss Wen Qiaowen."
Ye Minqiu was surprised: "It's that child?"
"Yes."
Although Uncle Li felt that the child was dishonest and lying from the beginning to the end, the fact was that the child saved the young master, and he would not hide this from his wife.
Ye Minqiu sighed: "What a good kid, risking his life to save our Nan Li."
Uncle Li smiled.
(End of this chapter)