Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 346 - 327: Unknown Caller

Fu Jianfang’s assistant hesitated, took out his phone, found the saved photos from the internet, and handed them to Fu Jianfang.

"The people in the photo are indeed Mr. Chen and Miss Shen," the assistant explained. "Someone who went to the civil bureau this morning to get their certificate saw them and took a picture."

Fu Jianfang skeptically took the phone, used two fingers to zoom in on the photo, the image was a bit blurry, but it was still easy to recognize who those two people were.

Has Fu Jichen gone mad?

In the situation where the old man explicitly forbids him from marrying Shen Jianian, he actually pulled Shen Jianian to the civil bureau to get a marriage certificate, without fear that the old man would carry out his threats.

Fu Jianfang heavily placed the assistant’s phone on the table due to her anger, making a "bang" sound. The assistant dared not make a sound, quietly picked up his phone, and left the office.

The phone rang; Fu Jianfang irritably picked it up to glance at it.

It was Miss Zhou calling.

Fu Jianfang furrowed her brow, her anger surging, feeling in no mood to answer any calls. Originally, she was planning to stir up trouble between Fu Jichen and Shen Jianian, hoping the old man would give her some benefits, but who would have thought things would turn out like this.

Not to mention benefits, the old man might even blame her...

Fu Jianfang did not answer the phone, but the ringing persisted, indicating that ignoring it was not an option. Adjusting her mood, Fu Jianfang pressed the answer button: "Aiai..."

Before Fu Jianfang could speak, Miss Zhou urgently questioned, "You promised me that if I did as you said, Fu Jichen would leave Shen Jianian and agree to marry me. Now they have even gotten a marriage certificate; what do you mean, were you lying to me?"

Fu Jianfang intended to speak calmly, but when she heard this, her face instantly darkened, eyes filled with displeasure. How dare she question her right away; who did she think she was? The Zhou Family was far below the Fu Family; what right did she have to speak to her this way?

"Miss Zhou, please understand clearly, I have no obligation to help you earn Fu Jichen’s favor. Opportunities were given to you, but you failed to seize them. Who can you blame?" After speaking, Fu Jianfang did not want to waste another second and directly hung up. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"You..."

Miss Zhou had just spoken one word when the phone was filled with a busy tone.

*

During the afternoon high-level meeting, Fu Jichen, having just gotten his certificate, walked into the conference room on time.

Fu Jianfang sat in her seat, holding a pen, tapping on the open documents several times. As Fu Jichen sat down, she glanced at him askew.

Fu Jichen was as usual, in a sleek, immaculate black business suit, without a single crease; his hair slicked back, and his stern features exuded pressure.

A director sitting at the lower seat, who belonged to Fu Jichen’s faction, made a side remark before the meeting, with a kind smile on his face: "I heard Mr. Chen got married this morning, congratulations."

Fu Jichen raised his gaze to the person who spoke, his stern face thawed instantly, revealing a smile as warm as a spring breeze: "Thank you."

The other executives began to offer their congratulations.

The entire meeting lasted one and a half hours, and afterward, the participants gradually left the room. Fu Jichen sat firmly at the head of the table, merely closing the laptop in front of him, and calmly called out to Fu Jianfang as she got up to leave: "Aunt, stay."

The few remaining executives turned to glance at them, thinking the uncle and nephew had something to discuss, and did not linger.

After a moment, everyone in the conference room left, leaving only Fu Jichen and Fu Jianfang.

Fu Jianfang sat back down, picked up a teacup from the meeting table, sipped a bit, lowered her eyes, hiding the brief flash of panic.

She didn’t seem as calm on the surface as she claimed to be; deep down, she was somewhat fearful of Fu Jichen. His methods were ruthless; if pushed, he could do anything.

Thinking so, Fu Jianfang’s heart was restless.

"Just say it directly," Fu Jianfang couldn’t endure the stagnant atmosphere in the conference room, feeling an oppressive discomfort in her chest, so she put down the teacup and spoke first.

Fu Jichen finally began to speak slowly: "Seems like Aunt doesn’t have enough family matters to handle, yet you still find time to manage others’ affairs."

Fu Jianfang’s heart skipped a beat when Fu Jichen asked her to stay behind; she guessed her actions had been discovered by him but held a glimmer of hope. With Fu Jichen’s words, that hope was shattered. Fu Jianfang, no longer pretending, coldly said, "How can it be called others’ affairs? As a child, I’m helping my father solve problems; is that wrong? Should I act like you, disobeying the elder’s wishes and causing illness, to show filial piety?"

"Aunt, no need to use Grandpa as a shield. I have my own explanations for him." Fu Jichen gazed coldly at her, words laced with warning, "I hope Aunt understands, if you offend others, don’t expect courtesy in return. If not for consideration of Grandpa, things outside wouldn’t be so peaceful."

Fu Jianfang’s brow twitched, what did Fu Jichen mean by this?

Does he intend to deal with her?

"You... stop threatening me." Fu Jianfang clenched her fists, showing no friendly face back to him, "Don’t forget I’m also part of the Fu Family; you dare to deal with me, Grandpa won’t let you off."

Compared to Fu Jianfang’s furious demeanor, Fu Jichen appeared much calmer, his fingers tapping lightly on the table: "Then let’s try."

Fu Jianfang couldn’t stay for another moment, stood up, kicked the chair, picked up the documents on the table, and left angrily.

She left the conference room and returned to her office; in a fit of rage, she swept all the documents off the table, her chest rising and falling, unable to release the pent-up emotions.

The chair hadn’t even warmed up when someone knocked on the door; Fu Jianfang closed her eyes, regulated her chaotic breath, and coldly said "come in" toward the door.

Through the door came not her assistant, but Fu Jichen’s special assistant, Song Fang.

Song Fang looked down, glancing at the mess of documents on the floor, some open, some flipped over, even the papers inside were scattered. It was easy to imagine the fit of rage Fu Jianfang had before he entered.

"Mr. Chen asked me to deliver this to you." Song Fang placed a sealed envelope on Fu Jianfang’s desk, pressing it towards her side, responsibly conveying Fu Jichen’s words, "Mr. Chen said he only refrained from publicizing the contents because you’re from the Fu Family."

After speaking, Song Fang paused for a moment, saw Fu Jianfang had nothing to say, nodded politely, and left the office.

Once the office door closed, Fu Jianfang tore open the envelope’s sealing strip, turned the bag upside down, and a heap of photos scattered like snowflakes.

Fu Jianfang clearly saw those photos, her pupils gradually enlarged, her body trembling; soon, her face was devoid of any color.

She grabbed a photo and shredded it, yet there were still many photos left, tearing one after another endlessly.

Fu Jianfang slumped against the chair, finally understanding what Fu Jichen meant by "If not for consideration of Grandpa, things outside wouldn’t be so peaceful."

If these photos were made public, the internet would explode, and she’d have no face to see anyone, especially unable to explain to her in-laws.

Amidst the shredded photos on the ground, glimpses of Fu Jianfang’s intimate moments with various young, delicate men could be seen.

*

Shen Jianian received Bai Changxia’s message while cleaning at home.

Bai Changxia saw rumors on Weibo saying Fu Jichen and Shen Jianian had gotten a certificate; she couldn’t help but ask the involved party for confirmation: "Is what’s online true? You and Fu Jichen are married?"

Shen Jianian: "It’s true."

Bai Changxia didn’t know what to say, sending a bunch of exclamation marks.

Shen Jianian sent back a question mark.

Bai Changxia: "Did I miss some important plot between now and yesterday? You were still hesitant yesterday, how did you go and get a certificate today?"

Shen Jianian: "There was indeed a minor accident."

Finding it inconvenient to type, they chatted via video for a while until Shen Jianian’s phone screen showed an unusual sign, an unknown incoming call.

"Wait a moment, someone’s calling me." Shen Jianian interrupted her video call with Bai Changxia.

Seeing the number’s location was from Yicheng, Shen Jianian was puzzled; she felt she had seen this number before, yet couldn’t recall where.

Hesitating for a moment, Shen Jianian answered the call, the voice on the other end carried the same hesitation and uncertainty: "Is this Jianian?"

The voice was very familiar, Shen Jianian pondered for a long time, finally retrieving impressions of that voice from distant memories; it seemed to be her cousin, Yin Shuyao.

Uncertain if she guessed correctly, Shen Jianian didn’t ask the caller’s identity, simply saying: "It’s me."

The person on the other end couldn’t suppress her excitement, her voice trembling slightly with the joy of a long-awaited reunion: "Thank goodness Jianian, I finally found you, I thought this number might not be yours. Are you in Beicheng? Can we meet?"