Chapter Fifty-One Play

  Everything has to be compared, among the several girls in Fang's family, Fang Ziyu and Fang Sixian are more difficult to get along with than Fang Zirou. Especially this time when Fang Jianlan came back, although she didn't have much contact with them, she could easily feel Fang Ziyu's arrogance and Fang Sixian's aloofness. Fang Sixian's temperament is not as stubborn as before, but it has become more isolated and cold. Facing such an unpleasant niece, plus her mother who loves to stir up trouble, she also finds it hard to have a good impression of San Ge's family.

  The only one she felt sorry for was her second brother, apart from her own twin brother. Among several siblings, she and Fang Jianxin were the closest, and his character was the most convincing to her. However, she did not expect that because of herself and her husband, Fang Jianxin's family would completely cut off contact with the Fang family.

  "It's all our fault." Fang Jianlan leaned against her husband's chest, looking guilty.

  Berg patted her head, "It'll be okay, I didn't expect Joseph to be with Second Brother and his family..."

  He looked disappointed, but he felt that something was not quite right. Tonight's dinner party was his invitation to him, but it was Yan Yue who first proposed it. Given his fondness for lively gatherings, it was possible that he had deliberately made a malicious joke.

  "Third Master, the other day's good show almost sent my nearly seventy-year-old mother to the hospital for emergency treatment. She still lies in bed and can't get up." Facing Yan Yue again, Fang Jiansen found it hard to put on a good face.

  A slender young man was lying on the snooker table, ignoring his complaints until the last black ball went into the hole with one stroke. The people around him applauded, "The third master is indeed capable, clearing the table with no pressure at all."

  He straightened up, holding the cue stick against the table. A few strands of hair fell on his smooth and handsome forehead, and he smiled at Fang Jian Sen, looking like a refined and elegant young master. Only those who had interacted with him knew that beneath his beautiful appearance was a twisted and distorted mind.

  Fang Jiansen stood in front of him, scowling and silently cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations.

  "Little Forest, stop asking for my ancestors' blessings in your heart." Yan Yue smiled and patted Fang Jianlin's face, "Just ask directly, I won't mind at all, and I'll even thank you on their behalf."

  Fang Jiansen glared at him, biting his teeth and suppressing the vile words that were about to burst out. Which successful man in his thirties could tolerate being slapped on the face by a young whippersnapper who had just turned twenty in public?

  A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!

  "Third Master, take care of yourself! This deal, our side, Fang Jian Sen will not do it." Fang Jian Sen said through gritted teeth.

  Looking at his unbearable appearance, Yan Yue laughed even more happily and waved to the people around him. He signaled those unrelated people to retreat, "Xiao Mao, give the things to Mr. Fang."

  A man who had been keeping a distance of about two meters from Yan Yue, almost without any presence, stepped forward and handed Fang Jiansen a file bag.

  "All the information is inside. If Little Forest doesn't want to do this deal, then don't take that batch of goods and just burn it." Yan Yue made a please gesture. He looked very elegant, of course, smiling as brightly and crookedly as ever.

  Fang Jiansen stared at the file bag, hesitating for a long time before reaching out to take it, his breathing becoming heavier.

  This file bag is like a Pandora's box, full of temptation. He knows that once he opens it and takes the first step, he will probably be forever bound by this pervert in front of him. But if he accepts it, he will have enough confidence to take over Fang's entire business. The temptation of power has made his eyes increasingly crazy, and he can no longer think calmly.

  The man called "Xiao Mao" was still standing in front of him, motionless, without any intention of urging him on. Yan Yue, on the other hand, poured himself a glass of wine and laughed silently with great joy.

  If he got this opportunity, it's uncertain whether he could avenge today's grievance. Han Xin still endured humiliation and believed that a man who achieves great things should not be constrained by trivial matters. He didn't believe that even with sufficient resources, he would still be unable to deal with this little ghost.

  Fang Jiansen gradually calmed down, and when he lifted his head again, he was all smiles, with no sign of the gloom that had just been there. He took over the file bag with great ease, "Third Master, from now on we're in the same boat, nice cooperation!"

  Yan Yue smiled and raised the champagne glass in his hand to toast him, and Fang Jiansen, who had just been furious, suddenly changed his face, no longer showing any signs of anger or struggle, as if this cooperation was really pleasant.

  "Big fur, little fur, look at this. The people in this world are so cheap. As long as the dates given from behind are sweet enough, they will eagerly offer their faces to be hit, and while being hit, they will still blush and loudly shout 'Master, it's so cool, use more force...'". Yan Yue looked at Yan Yue who had just received the data bag and was leaving in a hurry, and smiled slyly at the two men beside him, saying that those few "masters" were particularly lewd.

  The two of them were obviously used to his always out-of-place appearance, and silently rolled their eyes in their hearts, but both wisely kept silent.

  "Third Master, the boat is ready." A person who had been clapping and cheering on the side walked in, speaking with a hint of flattery.

  "What are you waiting for, the good show is about to start." Yan Yue took a white silk handkerchief from Xiao Mao's hand, smiling harmlessly, and wiped his slender fingers with it, revealing a unique beauty.

  "Master, aren't you going back to class?" asked Da Mao, unable to help himself.

  "I'm telling you, Big Hair, don't be so stubborn. Life is about being carefree and that's when you'll truly be happy." He chuckled and patted Big Hair on the shoulder, "The next play we're going to watch will definitely make your trip worthwhile. As the saying goes, 'Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.' So don't rush back to school just yet. Little Hair, what do you think?"

  "Young master always has a way." Xiaomao still had a straight face, "After watching the next play, you will naturally go back to school obediently. Although with your intelligence, young master, passing the exam is not a problem, but some professors still attach great importance to daily grades."

  "Tsk, tsk, how boring," Yan Yue shook his head. "Ah, right, I suddenly thought that Fang Wu was quite similar to you, Xiao Mao. Big Mao, don't you think so?"

  Dahai nodded in agreement, curling his lips, "They all have poker faces."

  Xiao Mao gave Da Mao a warning glance, which made Yan Yue laugh even harder. "I'm telling you, Xiao Mao, do you want me to introduce the two of you? Just thinking about it, putting your two poker faces together would be quite a sight..."

  "Master, if you don't leave now, you'll miss the boat. Why not go back to school directly? I think the professor will be very happy." Little Mao said calmly without moving an eyebrow.