CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 48: BEICHENG FU FAMILY (6 UPDATES)

How could Yin Chengde’s niece be with Fu Jichen?

Remembering the previous encounter with Shen Jianian, Qin Zhongtian broke out in a cold sweat, his expression changing several times before he finally forced out a somewhat presentable smile: "Mr. Chen, please come in, I’ve arranged a private booth for you."

He thought Shen Jianian probably hadn’t mentioned that incident in front of Fu Jichen because it wouldn’t benefit her either, even though nothing substantial happened, it was still disgraceful.

Fu Jichen held Shen Jianian as they walked through the crowd, attracting the attention of countless people in the banquet hall, including those from the Yin family.

"Damn it, why is that little bitch here?" Hu Yuzhi frowned deeply, unable to hide her resentment towards Shen Jianian in front of everyone, "On such a joyous day, really unlucky."

Yin Chengde didn’t recognize Fu Jichen, despite observing him closely, he still couldn’t figure out his identity, and muttered to himself: "What is Jianian’s relationship with that man?"

Hu Yuzhi was also scrutinizing Fu Jichen; if Yin Chengde didn’t recognize the person, how could she know?

The man was dressed in expensive attire, with an extraordinary appearance and demeanor. Qin Zhongtian, who could rule over Yicheng with a single hand, was being so respectful to this young man, it was obvious his identity was not ordinary.

"What other relationship could it be," Hu Yuzhi said disdainfully, "Your niece is truly something, looking down on Qin Zhongtian and turning around to find herself a sugar daddy."

Hu Yuzhi was furious, wishing she could tear Shen Jianian apart for causing Yaoyao to be dragged in and out of the police station and giving the Qin family leverage over them. To preserve the marriage, they could only be forced to agree to Qin Zhongtian’s demands.

The Yin Family was acquired by the Qin Family, and Yin Chengde lost managerial power, finding himself in an awkward position and being secretly ridiculed by many.

Yin Chengde squinted, looking across the coming and going guests, gazing at Shen Jianian, who was holding the arm of a man, her expression cold, unwilling to believe that she would fall so low.

"It’s her who made our family like this," Hu Yuzhi said coldly, "Even if you still care about that shred of family ties, I will not let her go."

Yin Chengde looked at his wife and frowned, scolding in a low voice: "Today is the most important day in Yaoyao’s life, don’t make trouble!"

They had made numerous concessions to procure this marriage, and he didn’t want any more mishaps.

*

Fu Jichen sat in the most honorable seat in the entire banquet hall, holding a small white jade lion handle piece in the palm of his left hand, rubbing it back and forth with his warm fingertips. Beside him was Shen Jianian, whose mind was in disarray, her face pale even under the blush.

"Not feeling well?" Fu Jichen asked again.

The banquet hall was well-heated, supposedly not cold, but her fingers remained icy cold, never warming despite being held in his hand for a long time.

Shen Jianian shook her head absentmindedly: "No."

In an unseen corner, Qin Zhongtian wiped the sweat from his temples, slightly calming down, and personally went over to entertain Fu Jichen: "Mr. Chen, please have some refreshments first, dinner will be served soon."

Fu Jichen replied coolly with an "Mm," poured a cup of tea, but handed it to the person beside him.

Shen Jianian held the teacup without drinking, nor did she look at Qin Zhongtian’s face. Just hearing his voice made her nauseous, her stomach churning with acid.

That night, if she hadn’t desperately smashed Qin Zhongtian’s head and escaped, she would be in hell now.

Fu Jichen poured the second cup of tea for himself, taking a small sip, and said to Qin Zhongtian: "Today Mr. Qin is busy, no need to linger here."

"Please make yourself at home, Mr. Chen, make yourself at home."

Qin Zhongtian gave Shen Jianian one last glance, suppressing the unease in his heart and adjusting his tie as he turned to leave.

Some of the guests present knew Fu Jichen’s identity and understood Qin Zhongtian’s attitude towards him, while others, unaware of his status, asked around about who he was.

Someone vaguely replied: "Someone from the Beicheng Fu Family."

At the mention of the "Beicheng Fu Family," everyone’s expressions changed drastically; it was well-known by all.

Lu Yanzhi, having gone to the restroom before entering the banquet hall, returned to find a few guests whispering together, overhearing the name Fu Jichen, and couldn’t help but smile.

Outsiders didn’t know that Fu Jichen had been sent to Yicheng by the old master of the family, only that no one from the Beicheng Fu Family was to be trifled with, any one of their small fry could shake up Yicheng’s economy, let alone Fu Jichen, who was at the central position.

*

The happiest person at the wedding was none other than Yin Shuyao. Dressed in a beautifully ornate wedding gown, she repeatedly admired her makeup and styling in the mirror, calling the stylist over again when a single eyelash was out of place.

At twelve o’clock sharp, the wedding began, and the golden doors of the banquet hall were pushed open from both sides. Yin Shuyao, holding her father Yin Chengde’s hand, walked down the long red carpet to the stage set up at the front.

Countless water diamond curtains hung from the ceiling, refracted by the lights, shining brightly and dazzling. Flowers piled up all around, the fragrance permeating the entire banquet hall.

Qin Fan, in a black suit with a bow tie, stood on the stage. His naturally charming peach blossom eyes, due to his poor mood, appeared somewhat unapproachable, even a bit gloomy.

Yin Shuyao’s gaze met his, and she shyly pursed her lips.

After many twists and turns, she finally got her wish, marrying into the Qin Family, becoming the most enviable woman in Yicheng.

The wedding process proceeded smoothly under the host’s direction. After the bride and groom exchanged rings, the host announced with a microphone, "The groom may kiss the bride."

There was some commotion below the stage. Yin Shuyao blushed, looking at her husband through the veil.

Qin Fan casually lifted the veil, his gaze indifferent as he looked at her. He leaned in close but didn’t actually kiss her, stopping a centimeter away from her lips, coldly whispering so only the two of them could hear, "The wedding is as you wished, but after marriage, things won’t be up to you."

Yin Shuyao thought she had misheard, a bit dazed, as Qin Fan straightened up and stepped back, curling his lips in a playful smile.

The guests smiled with blessings, and applause burst forth.

Amid the rising applause, Yin Shuyao’s face lost its redness, her expression stiff as she looked at Qin Fan.

Qin Fan didn’t look at her again, pretended to support her as they walked down the stage. After stepping on the last step, he was too tired even to act, decisively letting go without a trace of reluctance.

Yin Shuyao’s hand suddenly hung in the air, and her body tilted, almost stepping into the void. Fortunately, a waitress next to her quickly supported her, saying, "Mrs. Qin, be careful."

Back in the lounge, she changed into a dress for the toasting ceremony. Yin Shuyao adjusted her perfect expression in the makeup mirror filled with light bulbs and, standing before the guests, held Qin Fan’s arm as they toasted the guests.

She first came to Fu Jichen’s table and suddenly saw Shen Jianian’s face. Yin Shuyao was flustered, her hand shaking so much that she couldn’t hold the cup, spilling the wine completely.

The man next to Shen Jianian was one of those encountered at the Yunshui Hotel’s elevator on the night of Old Mrs. Qin’s birthday banquet. How could these two...

Yin Shuyao’s shock was written on her face. She never expected that two people who were completely strangers not long ago would sit closely together.

Several drops of wine splashed onto Qin Fan’s hand. He glanced sideways at Yin Shuyao, shook his hand with an impatient tone, "Can you manage? Trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

His words made Shen Jianian secretly sneer. This was the marriage that Hu Yuzhi would stop at nothing to maintain, and Yin Shuyao would suffer in the future.

A waiter nearby poured another glass of wine for Yin Shuyao. She bit her lip, forced herself to calm down, and followed Qin Fan to toast the guests at this table.

Fu Jichen lazily lifted his eyelids, took a sip from the tea cup at hand, put down the cup, and picked up the public chopsticks to serve Shen Jianian some food, saying, "I see you haven’t started eating, is the food not to your taste?"

Yin Shuyao, unable to bear such cold treatment, was somewhat uncontrollable immediately, daring not to treat the man in front of her disrespectfully but not holding back toward Shen Jianian: "Cousin, I toast to you, won’t you drink?"

Shen Jianian ate the piece of fish Fu Jichen placed in her bowl, looked up at the glittering Yin Shuyao under the lights, and said, "I can’t bear the title of Qin Family’s young lady’s cousin, I won’t drink the wine."

Yin Shuyao clearly enjoyed the title of "Qin Family’s young lady" very much, feeling proud, and curved her lips: "Cousin, you really know how to joke."

She picked up a pot of wine from the table, poured a full glass, and placed it in front of Shen Jianian: "Have a drink. We’re sisters, today is my big day, aren’t you happy for me?"

Shen Jianian wouldn’t drink alcohol. She wanted to embarrass her in public.

Just a plaything, does she really think she’s so impressive?

Yin Shuyao, like Hu Yuzhi, assumed Shen Jianian sold herself and became a lover for a wealthy person to attend today’s wedding banquet.

Such a disreputable identity, how could she compare with her who was married into the Qin Family properly? Rich people aren’t fools; they wouldn’t offend the Qin Family for a woman.

Yin Shuyao made things difficult for Shen Jianian, and the man beside her didn’t stand up for her, which was the best proof.

Shen Jianian’s hand curled up under the table, she stood up, taller than Yin Shuyao by half a head.

As she picked up the wine glass from the table, Yin Shuyao showed a triumphant expression as expected. In the next second, Shen Jianian’s wrist flipped, and a cup of wine splashed on her face.

"Since you called me cousin, drink this cup for me."

Shen Jianian’s face was expressionless, as if she were talking about the good weather today.