We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chapter 241 Don’t Continue the Grudges of the Previous Generation

seven thirty.

Fu Ruoshi arrived on time.

This is one of the top private clubs in Jincheng, with an annual fee of 200,000 yuan. It is located on the land-scarce Chengxi Street, a quiet place in the bustling city. It is an antique building with golden ginkgo trees planted inside. When the wind blows, the ground is covered with gold.

Fu Yonglin changed into a burgundy retro suit today, which made his pale skin look thin and tall, and he looked obviously noble.

Unlike Fu Ruoshi's sharp eyes, although Fu Yonglin also inherited the deep eye sockets of the men in the Fu family, his eyes are soft, and there is a small mole on his high nose bridge. He is quiet and melancholy, quite like a down-and-out nobleman in medieval Europe.

"Hello, brother."

Fu Ruoshi stood up politely and pulled out a stool for him.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Fu Yonglin was a little flattered.

"Nothing, I just woke up this morning and wanted to find someone to have breakfast with." Fu Yonglin took a sip of tea. "I also asked my other brothers and sisters at home, but they might be busy. You're the only one who replied to me, and you're the only one who came."

Fu Ruoshi felt a little sorry for him.

Because Fu Yonglin's family held an awkward position within the Fu family, even though Fu Xudong had once been on equal footing with Fu Keming, he ultimately became a victim of power struggles. After Fu Xudong's downfall, those relatives who favored his side were afraid of offending Fu Keming by becoming close to his family, so they tried to distance themselves from him.

"It's my duty. We are all family. Feel free to come to me if you need anything." Fu Ruoshi poured him some tea. "Is Uncle in good health?"

Yonglin nodded. "It's good. He's living at home. We have four Bernese Mountain dogs. He's either walking or washing them every day. He's pretty busy."

"That's good."

Fu Ruoshi handed over a gift bag.

Fu Yonglin opened it and found a Vacheron Constantin watch worth nearly 10 million yuan, with a retro design and low-key literary style.

"This style suits you. It doesn't look good on me." Fu Ruoshi shook his head. "Don't refuse. If you don't want it, I don't know who to give it to."

"At my mother's memorial service, you were the only younger generation who chatted with me," Fu Yonglin said, looking at his watch, a look of emotion in his eyes. "I didn't expect that after all these years, you're still so generous and righteous. You haven't changed at all."

Seeing how sentimental he was, Fu Ruoshi guessed that he must have suffered a lot of grievances outside.

"Are you married?" He threw a cigarette to Fu Yonglin. "Have you found someone to keep you company?"

Fu Yonglin shook his head. "I didn't expect that you would be the first one among the three of us to get married. That girl must be very outstanding to be worthy of you."

"It's not that she is worthy of me," Fu Ruoshi smiled bitterly, "it's that I am not worthy of her."

Fu Yonglin paused, "My second uncle told me the other day that when you were a kid, people often mistook you for a girl when you walked down the street because you were so beautiful, even prettier than any other girl."

Fu Ruoshi let out a cry of relief.

Being praised by a man for being beautiful made his old face blush and he lowered his head to drink tea, "Damn old man, why did he tell you that?"

Fu Yonglin also laughed, "After you left that day, they showed me your childhood photos."

"It was fine when I was a kid," Fu Ruoshi coughed twice, "but now I'm old and it's not so pretty anymore."

“It looks better now.”

".....Thanks……."

Fu Ruoshi shook his goosebumps and quickly got back to the point, "What are your plans for the future? Brother, I will do whatever I can for you and make it a solid job for you."

Fu Yonglin said, "I've invested in some large-scale health and elderly care projects in Switzerland, so I'd like to get some exposure to this area in China. I wonder if you have any information about it?"

"Yes," Fu Ruoshi took out his cell phone, found the WeChat of Dr. Li Wei and his wife, and sent it to him. He then found a few familiar alumni and sent them to them as well.

"I'll tell them the details for you. Just add me. They know you're my brother and will definitely take care of you."

Fu Yonglin stared at Fu Ruoshi in a daze, "I, I really don't know how to thank you."

"Please don't," Fu Ruoshi waved his hand. "Just tell me if you need anything. My old man is responsible for what happened to your parents. If you don't hold a grudge against me, I'd be embarrassed too."

"Why should I hold a grudge against you? That's their adult business. I actually..." Fu Yonglin hesitated and sighed, "Okay, let's stop talking and eat."

After the two of them finished their breakfast, Fu Ruoshi had to go back to the company.

The Rolls-Royce Ghost was waiting in the backyard, and Yonglin saw him off to the car.

"Why are you leaving?" Fu Ruoshi asked casually, "Want to come to my company for a visit?"

"How can this be so embarrassing?" Fu Yonglin asked, "Don't chip companies have a lot of secrets? It's not convenient for an outsider like me, right?"

"Well, we're not the Military Affairs Office," Fu Ruoshi said with a smile, "There's no secrets. Let's go together, so my dad won't blame me for not taking good care of you."

Fu Yonglin nodded gratefully again.

Along the way, the two chatted about some trivial matters.

During the chat, Fu Yonglin hinted in every sentence that he had no idea about the Fu Group and had no intention of seizing power. Even the elderly care industry he wanted to work in was an area that the Fu Group did not invest much in.

In other words, there is not much conflict of interest between them.

Even though there were some secrets in the business matters, Fu Ruoshi understood very well that as long as Yonglin had no ill intentions, he would do everything he could for him.

He also listened to Wen Zhixia's words and hoped that the grudges of the previous generation would not continue.

Today, there was a project seminar to be held with several shareholders, so Fu Ruoshi asked him to attend and even gave up the main seat for him.

In his own company, Fu Ruoshi is not particular about details. The shareholders are all online. He leans on the edge of the table, watching the big screen and listening to the discussion.

When it was his turn to speak, everyone's eyes were on him.

Among the shareholders, there are Americans and Hong Kong people. Fu Ruoshi switches seamlessly between English and Cantonese. He grasps the key points of the project and analyzes several core technical difficulties one by one. He quickly determines which projects have potential and which can be put aside for the time being.

While he was speaking, Fu Yonglin, like other employees, kept her eyes on him.

No one could take their eyes off Fu Ruoshi. He spoke with great energy and his analysis was sharp and to the point. This was the steadiness, accuracy and ruthlessness honed over a long period of time in the free market where winners take all, and it was an essential quality for leading troops in battle and stabilizing military morale.

Fu Yonglin looked at his dimples that appeared and disappeared when he spoke, and his thin waist under his suit, and didn't hear what he said at all.

The meeting lasted an hour, three items were approved, and two are pending.

"Then let's end today and see you next week." Fu Ruoshi turned off the screen and the employees walked out of the office one by one.

When his phone lit up, Fu Yonglin happened to see his screen.

This is a photo of Wen Zhixia sitting at the door of the Mayfair Hotel.

"Oh," Fu Ruoshi noticed Fu Yonglin's eyes and smiled a little embarrassedly, "It's her, my ex-wife."