South City villa:
Her wrist ached from the man's tight grip; seeing Fu Jingshen's stern face, Gu Nian told the truth.
"I didn't want the An Family to keep thinking about you, to avoid future troubles. It wouldn't be good if you got pushed down the stairs again."
Fu Jingshen gazed at the woman who was carefully gauging his reaction, a slight pain in his heart. In front of her, he always failed to control his emotions.
"Hmm."
Seeing Fu Jingshen withdraw his hand that had been holding her wrist, and his expression soften a bit, Gu Nian politely began, "Mr. Fu, thank you for earlier. If it weren't for you, the An Family wouldn't have agreed to pull out a hundred million for the investment so easily."
The address of "Mr. Fu" made the recently appeased expression on Fu Jingshen's face darken once again.
When she could take advantage of him, she affectionately called him Jingshen.
She even called him husband today.
