After reading my heart, Mr. Fu doesn't even want Bai Yueguang anymore

All twenty lots have been auctioned off, and a new round of donations is about to begin.

There will be reporters taking pictures during this segment, so before this segment started, those reporters rushed to the back. In order to get a good position, they put a lot of effort into coming in.

Under the flashing of spotlights and camera lights, the donation session is in full swing.

Seeing everyone taking out checks and filling in the amounts, Lin Yumeng looked a little confused. She subconsciously turned her head and asked Fu Beichen beside her softly: "Husband, did you bring a check?"

She never used bills, so she didn't have any checks on her. However, Fu Beichen ran such a big company, so logically he should have carried checks with him.

But what she didn't expect was that Fu Beichen actually shook his head slightly and handed her a card with a smile.

“It’s the same if you donate this without a check.”

Fu's company has specially set up cards with a certain amount of money, which are used in occasions like this, but Lin Yumeng has never come into contact with them and doesn't know about them.

There are 10 million in this card in Fu Beichen's hand.

He had always donated this amount in the past. As for others, some donated 100 million, some donated 200 million, and some donated 500 million. This was all based on their own strength and kindness.

Although 1000 million is nothing to Fu Beichen, the Fu Group has its own charity foundation, and participating in this charity dinner is just to give face to the local organization.

After all, there are very few people who can donate 1000 million, and in the past, the only other person besides him was Sima Han.

When he put the card in Lin Yumeng's hand, the staff had already gone to receive the receipts following their wave. Lin Yumeng frowned slightly and raised his hand to call the host over.

Seeing this, the host, although slightly puzzled, still strode over quickly and asked with an extremely respectful attitude, "I wonder what Madam Fu wants?"

Lin Yumeng asked him softly, "Can I transfer money using my phone?"

The host blinked and didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for three seconds before he nodded as if waking up from a dream.

The charities they receive donations from also have dedicated collection accounts, so donations can be made both online and offline.

After seeing the host nod, Lin Yumeng showed a satisfied smile on her face, then put the card in Fu Beichen's hand and asked the host to bring the payment code.

The host glanced at Fu Beichen when he heard this, and when he saw him nod, he happily went to get the payment code.

"Wife, my money is your money. It doesn't matter which one you use." Fu Beichen said with tenderness in his eyes.

Lin Yumeng smiled sweetly and said, "I know you're rich, but I want to help out today too. Please be kind and fulfill this little wish of mine!"

It was rare for her to act like a little girl, so Fu Beichen naturally agreed, but he was thinking in his heart: It’s great that such a beautiful and caring woman is my wife!

Lin Yumeng originally wanted to ask him how much he would donate, but then she changed her mind and thought that since she wanted to contribute, she should donate the same amount as him, so that they would be matched.

Having made up her mind, she decisively typed in the astonishing figure "" in the donation amount column without hesitation.

When the host saw the amount of her donation, he was struck by lightning. No way, is Mrs. Fu so generous?

He shifted his gaze to Fu Beichen's face beside him, then slowly shifted his gaze back, his heart filled with shock.

Mrs. Fu donated so much, should we remind Mr. Fu?

After all, 1000 million was the ceiling for donations in the past, and today he suddenly received such a big gift, he was a little hesitant to accept it.

Fu Beichen had no idea what he was thinking at the moment. In his opinion, as long as Lin Yumeng was happy, it didn't matter if he spent some money.

The host hesitated for a long time before slowly walking to Fu Beichen's side, bending down slightly, and whispering the matter in his ear.

Fu Beichen cast his gaze at him nonchalantly, his eyes were neither salty nor cold, but seemed to carry an invisible pressure.

The host felt uneasy when he saw this look from him. Cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. He clasped his hands tightly on the sides of his pants, not knowing what to do.

Just when he was at a loss and his mind was blank, Fu Beichen whispered, "Follow her."

Pulled him back from the brink of collapse and despair.

He breathed a long sigh, feeling as if he had survived a disaster. He didn't even notice that his back was soaked. He turned around and walked towards the workbench without stopping.

Thinking of the doting and gentle look that President Fu had just given his wife, and comparing it with the cold gaze he had just given him, he finally understood what it meant to be partial and not to be provoked.

He inexplicably admired his former classmate Fang Yifan. He had actually been able to stay with President Fu for so long and was even his special assistant. He must have had a miserable life.

At this time, Assistant Fang, who was working overtime in the company, sneezed several times in a row.

He frowned and muttered, "Strange! I don't have a cold, so why am I sneezing all the time? Could it be that some blind person is secretly cursing me behind my back?"

He shook his head, threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and continued to devote himself to the intense work.

Because Fu Beichen said that he would accompany Lin Yumeng in the next few months, so I had to trouble him to work overtime. As for the overtime pay, it would be calculated at twice his salary.

Do you think the overtime pay here is based on the length of time and then multiplied by twice the salary?

No, no, no, it’s not that complicated. It’s just a matter of doubling your salary.

Although working overtime is very hard, in the eyes of Assistant Fang, Lin Yumeng is simply his lucky star.

Without Lin Yumeng, his salary and benefits wouldn't have increased so much. This time, because of her pregnancy, his salary had skyrocketed, and his annual salary was more than the previous years combined.

Pregnancy does not happen every year, so of course he has to take this opportunity to work hard and make a lot of money to save money for milk powder for his child.

At the charity gala, the host and staff had already counted all the donation amounts and projected them on the big screen in the form of a table.

When everyone saw that Lin Yumeng ranked first with a donation of 6000 million yuan, their attention shifted to her, and many people even exclaimed in surprise.

You know, before this, people were considered generous if they donated 100 million or 200 million. Suddenly, someone popped up and donated 6000 million. In comparison, their donations seemed insignificant and they seemed very stingy.

Several women began to murmur among themselves.

"Mrs. Fu donated 6000 million just to show off. Does she really think the money just came from the wind?"

"Yes, if you don't make money yourself, you don't know how hard it is. A man who works hard in the business world to build a career, but has a woman like this who spends money at home, that's really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

"Mr. Fu has only donated 1000 million yuan in the past. Mrs. Fu donated so much at once. I wonder if she will be scolded when she returns."

"Some women are only beautiful but lack any knowledge. Sooner or later, they will be despised by others."

……

Hearing these words, Xue Qianqian jumped up from her seat in an instant like a lit firecracker, and without caring whether the reporters present were filming or not, she directly started to confront the group of people.

"Some people are just sour grapes. You think 6000 million is a lot, but to my sister, 6000 million is just pocket money Brother Beichen gives her."

"Besides, my sister's jewelry store makes tens of millions in profit every month. What's a mere 6000 million? She's willing to donate this money to help those in need out of the kindness of her heart and a sense of justice!"

"It's understandable that you donated less because you lacked the ability, but you can't criticize others just because they donated more, smear them and elevate yourself. You can't be so shameless."

Xue Qianqian's impassioned words were like a violent storm sweeping through the air. The women, who had been furious at first, suddenly blushed, feeling so ashamed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The men sitting next to them were all prominent figures. Their wives and girlfriends were embarrassed and humiliated by a little girl. They were so embarrassed that their faces were as black as Bao Gong.

In fact, Lin Yumeng did not take their words too seriously. After all, there are too many people in the world who hate the rich.

However, Xue Qianqian is a really nice sister who is willing to get along with others. She is really willing to help when there is something going on. Lin Yumeng feels particularly happy when she sees her making them speechless.

Xue Qianqian winked at her playfully, then sat back in her seat with a proud look on her face.

Chu Jie felt that Xue Qianqian seemed to be glowing just now, and his every word and action made him unable to take his eyes off her.

Wen Lu, standing by, gently tugged at Sima Han's sleeve and whispered, "The Xue family has very positive values, right? Although Xue Kai doesn't seem very smart, he's absolutely sincere to Yueyue. Do you want to give him a chance?"

Sima Han raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head to look at Wen Lu, who was smiling cunningly, and said three words slowly: "Let's talk about it later!"

Um? ? ? ?

Is this an agreement or a disagreement?

Wen Lu bit her lip lightly, frowned slightly, picked up her phone and sent a message to Sima Yue.

"The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrade. You still need to rely on your own efforts."

Seeing Wen Lu secretly sending a message, Sima Han pretended not to see it.

"Oh~" Sima Yue sighed heavily.

This fourth brother is so difficult to deal with! I even asked my fourth sister-in-law for help, and this is still ineffective? Doesn't he even fall for the honey trap?

He really only allows the officials to light fires but not the common people to light lamps.

You are in a sweet relationship, but you ask me to be secretive. Isn’t that too much?