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Chapter 162 Young Master Fu, be careful An Ying might leave you!
Fu Chengli remained expressionless, silently listening to the sounds coming from the study.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
Just as Fu Chengli stepped out of the Fu residence, his phone rang.
He glanced at the unfamiliar number on his phone screen and pressed the answer button.
On the other end of the phone, Li Xiuzhe's drunken voice came through.
"Brother, I've been drinking. Come take me home."
Fu Chengli, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, mumbled, "If you're drunk, you should hire a designated driver. I'm not your driver."
Li Xiuzhe muttered, "How cold-hearted Young Master Fu is."
Suddenly, Li Xiuzhe's voice became increasingly muffled on the other end of the phone, accompanied by a burst of static.
The person on the phone had changed; this time it was Qin Jinchuan's voice.
"Fu Chengli, I know you've been investigating the Du family in Yuncheng. Shall we talk about it?"
Fu Chengli did not respond and hung up the phone directly.
He walked to the parking lot and came to a black Bentley. The car hadn't been driven in a long time and had been sitting in the Fu residence for a long time.
Fu Chengli took the keys from the driver, opened the car door, and with a long stride, sat down sideways.
He suddenly remembered something, rolled down the car window and said to the driver, "Take An Ying home later and make sure she gets home safely."
After saying that, he stepped on the gas.
The black Bentley sped away.
The driver was taken aback.
They were fine when they came, so why did they separate on the way back?
Young people these days are so unpredictable.
This bar was opened by Li Xiuzhe recently.
He designed the interior design himself, and the business has been doing well since it opened. There are especially many people here today.
Unlike other noisy bars, this place has a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, more like a quiet bar.
As you enter the bar, soft jazz music is playing.
"Mr. Fu, this way please. Our CEO, Mr. Li, is waiting for you in the private room."
The waiter led Fu Chengli upstairs and pushed open the door to the private room at the end of the corridor.
Unlike the quiet environment downstairs, the private room was packed with people.
Some were singing, some were playing dice; it was quite a lively scene.
In the crowd, Li Xiuzhe and Qin Jinchuan were seen hugging each other and drinking.
"Haha, are you going to drink this one?"
"I won't drink it, you drink it first... *burp*..."
"I'll drink it after you drink it."
"Then feed me, hahaha..."
"Then open your mouth, ah, ah."
Fu Chengli: "........."
He calmly looked at the drunken Li Xiuzhe and Qin Jinchuan.
The scene of two grown men, drunk and embracing each other while joking around, was rather comical.
Fu Chengli was somewhat speechless.
The two men were already quite drunk and didn't even notice that there was another person around them.
Suddenly, a glass of red wine was handed to me from the side.
Fu Chengli looked down and saw a girl with long, wavy, reddish-brown hair, holding a glass of red wine. She smiled and said, "Young Master Fu, this is a new bottle of wine that President Qin just opened, an '82 Lafite. I think it tastes pretty good, so I poured you a glass. Why don't you try it?"
The girl's voice was gentle, her eyes were lowered, and she appeared docile.
But her eyes betrayed her.
The girl's eyes shone with barely concealed excitement.
It's like the excitement of a fangirl finally meeting her idol.
Fu Chengli stood still, hands in his pockets.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at it indifferently.
He stared at the girl's face, searching his mind repeatedly.
He couldn't remember who she was at all.
The girl, on the contrary, felt a little embarrassed by Fu Chengli's persistent gaze.
She said shyly, "Young Master Fu, don't look at me like that..."
Fu Chengli frowned.
He never accepts alcohol from strangers, so why would he be so inconsiderate and act on his own initiative?
Li Xiuzhe's bars and restaurants have been opening one after another recently, and he's been gathering friends everywhere to attract customers.
Friends bring friends, people bring people, no wonder the private room is so crowded today.
This person is most likely a new recruit that Li Xiuzhe temporarily grabbed.
He withdrew his gaze and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
The girl was stunned, seemingly not expecting to hear such a question from Fu Chengli.
It was clearly not the first time the two had met.
This wasn't the first time we'd dealt with each other.
Did I still not leave the slightest good impression on him?
She felt a little wronged and whispered, "Young Master Fu, I am Huang Yirou."
Fu Chengli was even more puzzled.
Who is Huang Yirou?
Not impressed.
Fu Chengli didn't bother to ask any further questions and simply raised his hand to block the way.
"I don't drink."
Huang Yirou put her wine glass back with a disappointed look on her face.
At this moment, Qin Jinchuan looked up and saw the tall man in front of him.
He shoved Li Xiuzhe away.
"Brother-in-law!"
Qin Jinchuan let out a howl, reeking of alcohol, and pounced on Fu Chengli with a grin.
"Brother, are you my brother or my brother-in-law...?"
Fu Chengli frowned and kicked him.
"Qin Jinchuan, we're not that close. Don't disgust me."
Qin Jinchuan slumped back onto the sofa, only then regaining some consciousness.
Fu Chengli took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, lit it, and put it in his mouth.
"Li Xiuzhe, disperse the crowd, it's too noisy."
Li Xiuzhe responded with an "oh" and gestured to the waiter at the door.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
The crowded private room suddenly felt much more spacious.
Li Xiuzhe took a sip of tea to sober up and glanced at Fu Chengli a few times.
He nestled comfortably and lazily on the sofa, the dim yellow light falling on his profile.
His eyes were dark and unfathomable.
Why does Young Master Fu seem to be in a bad mood tonight?
Qin Jinchuan raised his hand and beckoned, and Huang Yirou slowly moved over from the other end of the sofa.
"Young Master Fu, let me introduce you. This is Huang Yirou, a rising star in the entertainment industry. She had a supporting role in Director Fu's (your aunt's) movie before..."
Fu Chengli then vaguely remembered that Du Yun had asked him to help find Fu Yixin to arrange a role once before.
But he couldn't remember which actress it was after so much time had passed.
Seeing that Fu Chengli didn't respond for a long time.
Huang Yirou looked rather embarrassed and had no choice but to leave the private room with the others.
She bit her lower lip, grabbed her bag, and left the bar.
Next time, there's always a chance to get closer.
Not long after, only Fu Chengli, Qin Jinchuan, and Li Xiuzhe remained in the private room.
Qin Jinchuan sobered up considerably after being kicked by Fu Chengli.
He nestled on the sofa, rubbing his stomach, and said irritably, "Damn it, Fu Chengli, don't you have any self-awareness that you got me audited and investigated? I invited you here to have some fun and drinks, but you kicked me instead! Have you no conscience?!"
Fu Chengli casually raised his arm and flicked the ash from his cigarette.
He turned his head and stared at Qin Jinchuan.
His usual playful expression was completely gone.
Instead, there was a sinister gaze and a cold expression.
He was enveloped in an abyss of unfathomable coldness.
"My conscience was completely burned away in the fire of the car accident when I was eighteen."
"Qin Jinchuan, if you dare to call me brother-in-law again, I'll chop off your tongue too."
Qin Jinchuan stared blankly at Fu Chengli's indifferent profile, then suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
I'm completely sober now.
He knew Fu Chengli's temper; he was extremely ruthless when he turned on someone.
He's serious.
In the silent private room, Li Xiuzhe coughed, racking his brains for a way to break the awkward atmosphere.
Li Xiuzhe scratched his head and joked:
"Young Master Fu, don't look so long. If you keep that long face, An Ying might leave you, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha."
The last two laughs were particularly awkward.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Xiuzhe regretted it.
It's over.
Fu Chengli's expression worsened.