To keep alive, I tempt Buddhists to lose control every day

Ziyunting, a high-end SPA club.

Only black card members who have spent tens of millions of yuan can reserve the best private rooms here.

Most of the customers who can apply for the card are either rich or noble.

Therefore, the staff are already accustomed to seeing big stars in the entertainment industry.

Instead, the gossip about the wives of wealthy and noble families is more talked about.

"Mrs. Jiang, I heard that something strange happened again at the Fu family."

Mrs. Jiang just smiled but said nothing. She was wrapped in a light blue Sichuan embroidered robe, leaning on the chaise longue in the lounge area, listening to the revelations of the other ladies.

After all, many dignitaries and celebrities attended yesterday's charity event.

"I just can't stand people like Xu Tianrong who are mistresses and rely on their status as men to suppress the son of the original wife."

Mrs. Yao sneered, feeling very involved.

She is now in her early fifties, and she takes good care of herself, and still looks charming. But unfortunately, she still can't stop the women outside, because her husband is a hot director in the entertainment industry.

"This has always been the social atmosphere. Men always 'eat from the bowl and look at the pot'. Even if there is shit cooking in the pot, they will want to scoop a spoonful to taste it." Mrs. Li curled her lips and rolled her eyes to the sky.

Mrs. Wu picked up the red wine on the coffee table and took a sip. "That's right. Mrs. Yao was considered a great beauty in the entertainment industry. When her husband was pursuing her, they showed their affection in various ways, shocking the entire entertainment industry. What was the result?"

Mrs. Yao looked a little unhappy, and it was obvious that she didn't want to be the subject of the conversation.

"Okay, aren't we talking about the Fu family? What happened later?"

Mrs. Jiang changed the subject and the conversation became more relaxed again.

Fu Group, President’s Office.

a busy day.

Xu Kai sprained his ankle, but he didn't dare to ask for sick leave because Fu Chenzhou asked him to take back the project in Jinxi City.

In the work group, Xu Kai complained bitterly.

The little whip of the working man: My family, who understands? I was still in shock yesterday, but today I am back on the horse and fighting on the battlefield again.

Xiao Ma overtime: Mr. Jiang is not easy to deal with. If you want to take back the meat in his mouth, you may lose half your life.

Going to work is worse than going to the grave: Our finance department is working with Jiang's Group, and we are often so angry that our brains are congested. The accounts are a mess, and we are always irritable for several days after checking the accounts.

Qin Shi Huang came down to earth to work: You should be thankful that the Fu family did not marry into the Jiang family.

The Working Man’s Little Whip: May the Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Jesus God bless me. Even if Mr. Fu remains single for his entire life, he will never marry the daughter of the Jiang family.

Xiao Ma Overtime: Xu Kai, you sent your wishes to so many gods, what if one of them really came true?

Going to work is not as good as visiting graves: Xu Kai, don’t be blindly superstitious.

The little whip of the working man: You don't understand at all. The luck that allowed me to escape a disaster yesterday was all given to me by the little fairy Yubao. Without that amulet, you would have to eat your feast facing my black and white photo today.

Xiao Ma works overtime: 666!

Going to work is worse than going to the grave: 666!

Qin Shi Huang came down to earth to work: ...

Jiang Yu was not in the company the whole afternoon.

Yulongju, located in the western suburbs, is a teahouse with a quiet environment.

When the sun is shining, drinking tea in a courtyard full of colorful pear blossoms, with the elegant fragrance lingering around your nose, is cozy and comfortable.

"Miss Jiang, please have some tea."

Mr. Jiang asked the waiter to serve a cup of the best Bamboo Leaf Green Tea. "This is fresh tea buds picked on the high mountains of Emei before the Qingming Festival. After 38 processing steps, 1000 tea buds are selected to produce 1 gram of the best Bamboo Leaf Green Tea."

Jiang Yu smiled coldly, "It's so expensive, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

"Miss Jiang, you're welcome."

Madam Jiang held a plate of exquisite desserts in her jade-like hands and placed it in front of Jiang Yu. "Little girls all like sweets. Try this lily pastry. This is the specialty of our Chinese palace pastry chef."

[Master host, 'If someone is too attentive to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief'. They are so attentive to your hospitality, I'm afraid they must have poisoned you, right? They want to poison you so that Jiang Mengyao can take over.]

Jiang Yu: 007, have you watched too many melodramas recently?

Jiang Yu didn't want to offend Madam Jiang, so he took the small plate she handed over and took a small bite of the lily cake. "Mm, very crispy, melts in the mouth. Slightly sweet and fragrant."

"This dim sum chef has been in the industry for over 40 years. We spent a lot of money to hire him..."

Mr. Jiang wanted to chat about family matters and get closer to each other.

Jiang Yu didn't buy it, he reached out and picked up the teacup, and said nonchalantly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Mr. Jiang, then turned to look at Mrs. Jiang, "I don't like drinking tea, and I don't know how to taste tea. Even the best tea leaves are just 'a cow chewing a peony' to me. Being pretentious is the taste of the rich."

The implication is that we can't play together.

Mr. Jiang patted his thigh and laughed twice, "Miss Jiang, you are indeed a person of temperament. Then I will come straight to the point and speak frankly."

As he spoke, he secretly winked at Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang nodded, sat down next to Jiang Yu, and held her hand gently with a smile, "Xiao Yu, I think there is a kind of fate between people. When I saw you for the first time, I felt very close to you. What about you?"

Jiang Yu's eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands and he responded softly with a "hmm".

"I have discussed it with my family and I want to adopt you as my goddaughter. What do you think?"

Mrs. Jiang’s words obviously frightened Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu showed a look of surprise and blurted out subconsciously, "Goddaughter?"

She didn't understand why they suddenly had such an idea?

"Don't worry, I will treat you as my own daughter, just like Yaoyao." Mrs. Jiang touched her head gently, with warmth in her eyes that didn't seem fake.

[Host, agree to her request. This way, you can not only regain the plot points, but also correct the main plot.]

Jiang Yu naturally understood the system's reminder.

She was just trying to figure out their motives.

How could Mr. Jiang, an old fox, do business without returns? For him, everything is business. No matter what means are used, as long as things can be accomplished, the process and means are not important.

So, what benefit does he want to gain from this?

Looking at Mrs. Jiang's expectant eyes, Jiang Yu nodded and agreed, "But I have a request."

"Don't mention a single request. As long as you become a member of our Jiang family, you can make as many requests as you want."

Mr. Jiang thought it would take a lot of effort, but he didn't expect Jiang Yu to agree so easily. He was so happy that he made the promise without thinking.

Mrs. Jiang was actually happy to hear her answer, "Xiaoyu, what do you want? Tell me."