Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

The marriage between the Huo and Fu families is a top priority in the capital.

Huo Xingzhou said that he didn't love her, but he was afraid that he would be wronged. Otherwise, with Master MORI's temper, let alone letting her design a dress herself, he wouldn't even have the chance to meet her.

Thinking that Huo Xingzhou cared so much about her, Fu Yao's cheeks flushed.

She felt that she would become the most noble and beautiful woman in the capital.

7 p.m.

Mrs. Fu knocked on the door and came in, carrying the bird's nest.

Fu Yao had just finished washing up and was sitting in front of the dressing table doing her skin care. Seeing that she was in a good mood, she smiled and asked, "What makes you so happy?"

"My daughter is getting married, of course I'm happy."

Fu Yao stared at the stunning face in the mirror, her mother's smile on her face. She raised her hand and stroked her cheek, muttering to herself, "They all say Huo Xingzhou is notoriously difficult to deal with. No one can guess his true preferences. That's because they don't understand him."

Madam Fu walked over to her, placed her hand on her shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the person in the mirror. "That's natural. Men have bad tempers because they haven't met the right person. Once they like someone, their attitude will be different."

What she wanted to say was that Huo Xingzhou treated Yao differently.

When Fu Yao heard this, it took on a different meaning.

She thought of Jiang Ruoli.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Jiang Ruoli has always been a special person to Huo Xingzhou. His pampering, care, and even indulgence towards her are unmatched. Even after her death, Huo Xingzhou still misses her, which makes her almost jealous to the point of madness.

She recalled the last time she went to Huo Xingzhou's private estate. The servants there were very polite to her, the kind of politeness that was respectful. It seemed that they did not treat her as the real hostess, which meant that she was not the person Huo Xingzhou liked and could accompany him for the rest of his life.

Fu Yao was unwilling, but had no choice.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her dazed, Madam Fu patted her shoulder gently, her eyes falling on her silk suspender nightgown, and frowned, "Don't turn the air conditioner so low next time. Take care of yourself and try to give birth to a little boy for the Huo family as soon as possible. This way you can stabilize your position."

"I know." Fu Yao took the thin blanket beside her and put it on, then turned around and said, "Mom, I'm a little tired today and want to rest early."

Mrs. Fu nodded. "Okay, then drink the bird's nest and go to bed early."

"Ah."

The door is closed.

Fu Yao stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the slender figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she once again recalled what Mrs. Fu had said.

Only by giving birth to a little prince can you maintain your status...

Doesn't she want to have a baby?

Huo Xingzhou went to Italy for business and didn't even call her for a whole month. She wanted to take the initiative, but she was afraid of disturbing his work and being disliked for no reason.

Think for a moment.

Finally, I dialed the number, but it said the other party was on a call. When I called again, the phone was turned off.

Fu Yao was confused and was about to try calling again when her cell phone rang.

It’s Liang Xiong.

Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she pressed the call button, "Secretary Liang?"

"Yes, Miss Fu." Liang Xiong said respectfully, "Mr. Huo is in a meeting with overseas investors and may not be able to take your call."

When Huo Xingzhou is busy working, he hates being disturbed the most.

Of course Fu Yao knew this.

"That's okay. I'll call him after he finishes the meeting."

"The meeting is very long, and we're not sure when it will end." Liang Xiong said in a businesslike manner, "Sister Fu Bu, if you have anything urgent to convey, please tell me."

Fu Yao didn't want to leave a bad impression before she even married into the Huo family. She smiled and said in a friendly tone, "It's not a big deal. If Xingzhou is busy, I won't bother him. Just tell him to take care of himself and call me back when he's free."

"Okay, I'll tell Mr. Huo as soon as possible."

Liang Xiong was respectful, serious, and meticulous.

The phone hangs up.

Fu Yao put away the smile on her face and called another person, "Can you help me check someone..."

And the other side.

Liang Xiong looked at the empty conference room with a lingering fear.

The previous incident with Qin Wen had left him with a psychological trauma. He was afraid that if he didn't handle the things Huo Xingzhou had assigned him properly, he would be the next person to be fired.

But the current situation...

How difficult it is!

......

The next day.

Hefang Town.

sunny.

The bougainvillea in the yard is in bloom.

The pink and white petals climb up the wall, like little balls of fluff, which are very lovely.

Jiang Ruoli's favorite flower is bougainvillea. These flowers didn't exist before. Shen Huaian ordered people to transplant them and plant them in their yard.

I guess it's to please her, right?

Jiang Ruoli knew clearly that men generally would not cherish things that were too easy to obtain.

What's more, she just wanted to be ordinary friends with him.

Shen Huaian was also sensible and knew that she was wary of him. Apart from taking care of the business of the bar and the antique painting shop, he would occasionally come for a cup of tea and a meal, and would not stay for too long. This made Jiang Ruoli feel guilty for judging others by her own standards.

In the afternoon.

Shen Huaian came to pick up the restored ancient painting, which was passed down from the ancestors of the Qiao family in Zhennan. The painting was severely damaged and no capable restorer could be found. Even though Jiang Ruoli had the ability to restore ancient paintings, he was still weak without the recommendation of acquaintances.

At least, people are unwilling to believe her.

No one knew how Shen Huaian knew about her ability to restore ancient paintings, but he forced her to ask for help with a deposit of one million yuan, and promised to pay her another two million yuan after the restoration was completed.

Fortunately, she had not neglected her skills when she was fighting with gangsters since she was a child, and she had become very skilled in repairing ancient paintings. Not to mention ancient paintings of this level, she had also repaired even older and more severely damaged ones.

Jiang Ruoli gave the restored painting to Shen Huaian.

Shen Huaian looked at the painting, which was completely different from the previous one, with a look of surprise on his face, "Is this the painting that was delivered the day before yesterday? Am I seeing things right?"

Gillian's wife came over and was also surprised.

The ancient paintings depict overlapping mountains and lush trees, which are lifelike.

Is this the same ancient painting from a few days ago that was like a rag, tattered and with no visible content?

Jiang Ruoli smiled faintly and said, "Looking at your expressions, are you doubting my ability?"

"No, you're really amazing." Shen Huaian didn't hide his admiration and gave her a thumbs up. "Looking across the country, there probably isn't another young restorer as amazing as you."

Jiang Ruoli felt a little embarrassed by his praise.

After paying the balance, she took the initiative to see Shen Huaian out.

Shen Huaian walked slowly and asked her, "Ali, have you ever considered opening your own ancient painting restoration studio?"

"Studio? You mean in Hefang Town?"

Jiang Ruoli had this idea, but her destination was not here, but the Jiangnan water town thousands of miles away...