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Fu Haidong calmed his anger and asked coldly:

"I checked the private jet usage records. You went to Yuncheng last month? Did the old man send you?"

Fu Chengli gave a lazy "hmm".

Fu Haidong: "What did the old man send you to do?"

Fu Chengli looked up at the sky, revealing his jawline: "I didn't do anything, I was just busy playing cards."

Fu Haidong: "..."

You ask one thing, he answers another.

Fu Haidong was still persistent and continued, "Didn't the old man mention the energy project to you?"

After thinking for a while, Fu Chengli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "It seems so."

A glint flashed in Fu Haidong's eyes as he pressed, "Did the old man say who this project would be given to?"

Fu Chengli shook his head.

Fu Haidong gritted his teeth and glared hatefully at his unfilial son.

What a useless CEO!

I couldn't get any useful information out of them.

All they do is mingle in the world of fame and fortune, indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun; they have no sense of propriety whatsoever.

He doesn't even care about something as important as energy projects.

This energy project is a large-scale project with an investment of hundreds of billions of yuan that just started this year. It has huge potential for future value and has been coveted by Fu Haidong for a long time. He originally wanted to use his position as chairman to take control of the project, but his older brother, Fu Zhenhong, who is often "exiled" abroad, suddenly intervened. He also wanted the project.

The two brothers were deadlocked, and Grandpa Fu remained silent.

Fu Haidong couldn't swallow this insult.

Fu Zhenhong spends most of his time abroad, managing overseas assets that are marginalized within the Fu family.

What right did this unfavored elder brother have to compete with him, the legitimate chairman of the Fu Group, for profits?!

Especially Fu Chengli, that rebellious son, not only did he not help his own father at all, but he also caused trouble.

If Fu Yushi were in this position, Fu Haidong certainly wouldn't be in such a passive position right now.

Fu Haidong took a deep breath, picked up the cigarette case, and took out a cigar.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the topic was changed.

How's your mom doing lately?

Fu Chengli was taken aback, his dark eyes shifting from the ceiling back to Fu Haidong.

Fu Haidong and Fu Chengli's mother divorced many years ago, but he has always cared about his ex-wife.

Because he felt guilty.

But his ex-wife had long since given up on him.

She deleted and blocked him on his phone, hired a lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit and ruthlessly seized most of his assets, then moved abroad and disappeared completely.

This divorce is completely final.

Their only bridge of communication was this rebellious son standing before them.

Unfortunately, the rebellious son was not easily controlled. He won over Old Master Fu to become the president, established himself in Beicheng, and took control of most of the Fu family's businesses.

As his son grew increasingly powerful, Fu Haidong felt extremely irritated.

His position as chairman has been almost completely usurped by Old Master Fu and his son, the grandfather and grandson duo.

Ignoring his father's displeased expression, Fu Chengli said with a hint of joking, "Why don't you call and ask him yourself?"

Fu Haidong sensed the mockery in his son's words and said angrily:

"She blocked me! The entire divorce process was handled by lawyers back then; your mother herself never even showed up. I couldn't get through to her on the phone at all. Have you forgotten that?!"

Fu Chengli smiled and retorted calmly, "Isn't this what you deserve?"

Fu Haidong: "..."

He frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to deepen: "You brat, do you want a beating?"

Fu Chengli stopped smiling and said calmly, "She switched to Brand C and went to design haute couture gowns. She's the chief Chinese designer."

Fu Haidong muttered to himself, "Hmph, she took so much money from me in the divorce, of course she's living the high life..."

Fu Chengli thought for a moment and then added, "I went abroad to see her last year. Her working environment was great. She was surrounded by a group of mixed-race, muscular, young male models every day. She must have been very happy."

Fu Haidong's face darkened: "...Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"

Fu Chengli retorted, "Back then, Ms. Gao drove my mother away when she was heavily pregnant. So what if I'm angry with you now? Is that too much to ask?"

Fu Chengli spoke each word with conviction and righteous indignation.

Fu Haidong was speechless, and could only grit his teeth and sulk.

This unfilial son, relying on the old man's support, does everything against him!

When Fu Yushi comes back, we'll take him down from his position as president sooner or later!

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the study door.

Gao Lu pushed open the door and smiled gently: "Hai Dong, did I come at an inopportune time and interrupt your heart-to-heart talk?"

She wore a light blue dress and walked gracefully to Fu Haidong's side, her smile widening.

"Haidong, don't be angry with Chengli. Today is the old man's birthday banquet, everyone should be happy."

"Chengli is so outstanding, and he's a great president. He manages the company very well. Yu Shi, I hope you can be as successful as his brother in the future."

The study fell silent once again.

None of the three spoke.

Gao Lu's flattery went unanswered by Fu Chengli.

Gao Lu smiled awkwardly.

Despite being married to Fu Haidong for so many years, no matter how hard she tried to flatter him, her stepson Fu Chengli always remained indifferent to her.

The people in the Fu residence also seemed to prefer the previous Mrs. Fu.

No matter what she does, it's all for nothing.

Every time Gao Lu thought about this, she felt a surge of anger.

Although she was a mistress who rose to power, she still gave birth to a son for the Fu family, so even if she didn't do anything special, she still put in the effort.

As a result, she was famous as the chairman's wife, but in reality, she was extremely frustrated.

After a long silence among the three, Gao Lu tried to ease the awkwardness by saying, "Um... let's go, the old man's birthday banquet is about to begin."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Second floor, walk-in closet.

An Ying hung the dress in her hand on the display rack in the corner and was about to pull open the dark dust bag on the outside of the dress.

A sarcastic laugh came from behind me.

"Oh dear, who do we have here? You can't even afford a nice dress? Sister, you're getting more and more pathetic lately."

An Ying turned around and looked.

An Xiaoxiao was wearing a burgundy deep-V evening gown, and her breasts were almost spilling out.

The dress was extremely form-fitting, perfectly showcasing her S-shaped curves.

The skirt also has a large slit, and if you lift your feet a little higher, you can even see the top of your thighs.

An Ying couldn't help but frown: "Are you sure you want to go out wearing this?"

An Xiaoxiao tossed her long, wavy hair aside, her red lips parted slightly, and she said smugly, "What, are you envious?"