In these years, to the people in the Fu Family, Jiang Lingyi has always been an insignificant figure. Everyone was aware of her relationship with Fu Yuhe, yet she was merely referred to as Secretary Jiang.
To Fu Yanlin, this was undoubtedly humiliating.
Fu Yanlin's brows furrowed as he followed Fu Zhou to the tea room.
Looking at Fu Yanlin's broad back, Fu Yanwei tugged at the corner of her lips, murmuring, "He still can't keep his cool."
"How can he compete with others like this?"
Jiang Lingyi didn't even count as a concubine, thus naturally overlooked by others. But Fu Yanlin, as Fu Yuhe's youngest child, held his father's favor. Regardless of Fu Yanlin's misconduct, Fu Yuhe's scales were tilted in his favor. Otherwise, why would people be so impatient over the years, constantly agitated and doing dishonorable things?
Fu Yanwei was well aware that she did not need to involve herself in this power struggle.
She simply needed to patiently wait for them to fight till the end.
