The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2045 - 2567: Affection
If she were the real Wen Cai, or even Ye Ranran, she could naturally offer plenty of opinions, but the one before them was not.
She had never been involved in these matters, nor did she have any political talent. She was just an ordinary woman who usually liked watching TV dramas, loved daydreaming, hoped to marry a good husband, and with her own efforts, live a moderately prosperous life.
Suddenly, such a huge opportunity fell in her lap, and she still hadn’t recovered from it. Now her head was even more dizzy.
If it weren’t for always remembering what Ye Ranran had instructed before, she would have already exposed herself.
Now they wanted to ask her opinion, what opinion could she possibly have?
"I have no opinion," Wen Cai replied very calmly, but lowered her head.
Fu Rong, however, thought she did not want to speak.
He had long anticipated this reaction from her; at this moment, she was probably quite annoyed with him in her heart.
How could she show a good face to him?
After discussing some more and finalizing policies and the like, Fu Rong announced the end of the meeting.
Wen Li stood in front of "Wen Cai," looking at her with a complex expression, yet wearing his usual smile: "Xiao Cai, would you like to come home for a visit?"
"No need, I have something to discuss with her in a bit."
"Oh, what’s this about?" Fu Er walked over, his arm draped over Wen Li’s shoulder.
Wen Li shrugged his hand off.
"Xiao Cai, it’s been so long, shouldn’t we have a hug?" Fu Er opened his arms.
"Are we that close, a hug? Wishful thinking."
Fu Er calmly put down his arms and clicked his tongue twice, saying, "Xiao Cai’s heart is as cold as ever."
"There’s no room for you in my heart, why should I soften it for you?"
This remark pleased Fu Rong, who wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said to Fu Er, "Second Brother, I have something to discuss with Xiao Cai, so we’ll be going first."
Watching Fu Rong’s retreating figure, Fu Er coldly smiled.
"Let’s leave too." Wen Li said to Fu Er.
"Didn’t you say he was crippled?" Now the person was standing right in front of him, with no signs of disability at all.
He was in perfect health.
"I never said permanently crippled. I had warned you before. If you didn’t seize the opportunity, who else is to blame?"
Fu Er clenched his fists. Of course he wanted to, but all his men had been dealt with by Fu Rong, leaving almost none.
The previous car accident nearly took his life, and he still hasn’t fully recovered from it.
During that time, his wings were almost entirely clipped by Fu Rong.
Wen Li naturally understood, but he was anxious. Big Fu had already been rendered useless, and he no longer had the heart to compete.
Only Fu Er was still unwilling to give up, and he was the only one with the strength to stir things up.
If Fu Er couldn’t manage it, then Fu Rong’s position would truly be unshakeable.
"Let’s consider it more carefully," Wen Li said unwillingly.
"Aren’t you afraid your sister won’t appreciate it?"
For Wen Cai, Fu Er felt a bit of pity; after all, they had grown up together as playmates.
When Wen Cai was young, she was sweet-tongued and always followed behind the three of them, calling them brothers.
Back then, they didn’t know how much they envied Wen Li for having such a sister.
In the blink of an eye, the little girl who used to follow them around had grown up and become scheming, starting to manipulate others.
Occasionally, the sharp blade in her hand even pointed at them.
Yet, ultimately, there were still some feelings of affection for her in his heart.
"She will appreciate it," Wen Li said with certainty.
