Hearing this, Fu Nuan held the phone tightly with his bone fingers, and he had even more plans in his heart.
Without waiting for Fu Siro’s cry to sound again, she said coldly: "I know what you want to say, you just think I am the daughter of the Fu family. If you marry President Rong instead of me, you will be wronged. ."
Hearing the sound, Fu Siro on the other end of the phone was a little startled, thinking that since Fu Nuan was willing to admit this, it means that things are still going to turn around. As soon as she was about to make a few more euphemistic words, she was interrupted again by Fu Nuan—
"I will talk to my father about this matter. Even if I hate you very much, it doesn't mean that I will let you marry someone for me. I don't bother to do such nasty things!"
Having said that, Fu Nuan hung up the phone without hesitation, and didn't want to hear any voice from Fu Siro anymore, and a somewhat morbid face was full of coldness.
At this moment, Uncle Li, who pretended not to hear anything, casually smirked on his face, thinking: The cunning plan of his own president has succeeded.
…
Fu's house, in the master bedroom.
Listening to the disconnection sound on the other end, Fu Sirou sneered at the corner of her mouth, and her eyebrows were even more triumphant, thinking that it would definitely be done.
"How, what did she say?"
Lin Rong, who was waiting for the news, saw the expression on her daughter's face and couldn't help asking.
"Huh, what else can we say, let's just wait to see Fu Nuan marry that bad old man."
After the words were over, there was a look on Fu Sirou's face that she had just pretended to be aggrieved and crying. At this moment, she could hardly wish to see the miserable state of Fu Nuan marrying that disgusting "General Rong".
However, Lin Rong hesitated after hearing this, frowning and worried: "But if your Uncle Fu knows about this, it means that we set a trap to frame Fu Nuan, wouldn't it be..."
Lin Rong didn't dare to imagine the following words, but she saw Fu Sirou mockingly.
"Mom, although you are now Mrs. Fu, don't forget that I am your biological daughter, and the two of us are on the same boat."
Fu Sirou's gaze was a bit cruel, and she had already planned in her heart. She even took her mother into the water together, and said with all her eyes: "Furthermore, although you are pregnant with Uncle Fu's child now, in case Daughter, Fu Nuan is still Uncle Fu’s eldest daughter, and this Fu family’s inheritance will only be handed over to her."
"But if it's a son, everything will be different. We have to make plans for our unborn brother earlier, and if we don't marry Fu Nuan sooner, how can this Fu family's property fall into our hands?"
In the end, Lin Rong slowly faced Fu Sirou's treacherous eyes, stroking the slightly convex lower abdomen with one hand, pinching her daughter's wrist with the other, and silently acquiesced.
But Fu Sirou was still thinking: If it wasn't for that President Rong was really disgusting and unacceptable, she would not give the position of "Mrs. Rong" to Fu Nuan.
After all, in Beidu, everyone knows that President Rong is the most powerful man!
…
after an hour.
Fu Nuan went straight back home after coming out of the hospital, and walked to the study after entering the door.
"Dad, I have something to ask you."
Fu Zhao was sitting at the desk looking at the company's documents. He raised his eyes and saw his daughter come in. Before showing the joyful expression on his face, he listened to Fu Nuan.
"Fu Sirou can't marry President Rong."
"what?"
Fu Zhao was taken aback by these words, frowned suddenly, and asked, "Why?"
Fu Nuan looked at her father unknowingly, she breathed a sigh of relief and explained it in a good voice.
"Dad, did President Rong specify that Fu's daughter should marry him as his wife?"
Deliberately biting the words "Fu's daughter" seriously, Fu Nuan looked at his father with a serious face, waiting for his answer.
Hearing the sound, Fu Zhao also twisted his eyebrows deeply, carefully recalling the tone of Assistant Chen's call that day, as if he did remind himself that he wanted "Fu's daughter", but...
After hesitating for a moment, Fu Zhao said with some luck in his heart: "Now your Aunt Lin has married me, isn't her daughter also the daughter of the Fu family."
With that, Fu Zhao sighed and said: "I don't want you to suffer. I heard that Mr. Rong has a bad temper and a cruel nature. How can Dad bear to watch you suffer?"
Listening to this, Fu Nuan affirmed again that her father was thinking that Li Daitao had become stiff.
She felt sore in her heart, but she had already made her own decision.
"Dad, I know you love me, but in any case, Yuancheng Company is the family business that my grandfather left to my mother, and it is the culmination of the joint efforts of you and your mother. As your daughter, I have the responsibility to bear this."
With that, Fu Nuan endured the unconscious tears in his eyes.
"If Mr. Rong discovers that we have jointly deceived him in the future, the consequences will be unimaginable. Mr. Rong is the person in charge of the Northern Capital. I am afraid that we will not be blamed for the Fu family, not to mention the company."
Listening to Fu Nuan's words, Fu Zhao naturally felt jealous, but when he thought of letting his daughter marry such a person, he couldn't get past the hurdle in his heart.
"Dad, I have already thought about it. It is my duty for Mr. Rong to want Fu's daughter to marry him."
Fu Zhao was shocked by these words, full of pain, but full of helplessness.
After some consideration, he slowly squeezed his daughter's hand, and solemnly asked: "You have a good idea, do you really want to marry Mr. Rong?"
Fu Nuan could see the deep love for himself in his eyes, with a rather old face already facing his father.
She nodded earnestly, and said word by word: "I think it's clear, I'll marry."