CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 471

Although the man’s voice in the morning sounded somewhat different, Xie Ling readily associated it with Driver Fu.

"Uh-huh."

The man’s response confirmed Xie Ling’s suspicion.

"So the driver you introduced before is that kind of driver. Tsk tsk tsk..." Xie Ling grasped a tuft of grass in her heart.

However, she also knew that it would be inhumane to stir up trouble under these circumstances.

"I won’t disturb your driving anymore, goodbye."

Xie Ling promptly hung up the call.

After the commotion, Jiang Moxi found it hard to fall back asleep.

She lazily threw on a robe nearby and then urged Fu Youhan: "You should leave now!"

Daylight was already spilling in, and Old Master Feng could come any moment to invite her for breakfast. Jiang Moxi did not want Old Master Feng to catch her harboring a grown man in her room.

But Fu Youhan was lying in her bed, refusing to get up, and sighed on the bed: "After draining me dry, you won’t even offer breakfast before sending me away? That’s pretty heartless."

His words made it sound as though Jiang Moxi was a woman who would play with a man and not even offer him a meal afterward.

Jiang Moxi was so angry she wanted to hit someone. Yet, he took the opportunity to grab her hand and pulled her back into the covers, then flipped on top of her.

"A whole night, and still not enough?"

Jiang Moxi knew what the man on top of her wanted to do. Whether it was out of shyness or annoyance, her face was flushed with agitation.

Yet, Fu Youhan seemed indifferent and chuckled wickedly: "It’s been so long since we’ve been together, how could that little bit be enough?"

Right, last night got a bit out of control. In the end, Fu Youhan couldn’t resist and devoured Jiang Moxi, and had his fill several times over.

It wasn’t until the sky turned a dull gray and he saw Jiang Moxi exhausted to the point of drowsiness that he finally stopped.

Seeing the man about to lean down for a kiss, Jiang Moxi hastily turned her face away.

Because she knew better than anyone, if she allowed Fu Youhan to kiss her, neither of them would leave the bed today.

Fu Youhan, sensing Jiang Moxi’s resistance, didn’t dare to continue for fear of angering her.

Ultimately he opted to check the wound on Jiang Moxi’s abdomen, ensuring there was no bleeding, before rolling out of bed to start dressing.

Once he was almost dressed, Fu Youhan picked up his phone, fiddled with it, and then said to Jiang Moxi: "Accept the friend request."

Jiang Moxi said, "I don’t want to add friends."

After blacklisting all of Fu Youhan’s contact methods that day, Jiang Moxi never considered adding them back.

"You played with me, and not giving me breakfast is one thing, but now you won’t even accept a friend request?"

Fu Youhan’s slightly accusatory words made Jiang Moxi feel like she was a woman who had toyed with a decent man.

With her ears burning, Jiang Moxi still refused to compromise.

So Fu Youhan pointed to the traces on the bed and said: "Not adding, huh? Fine. I’ll go to your grandfather right now and let him see your grand achievements from last night."

In the end, Jiang Moxi compromised and threw her phone to Fu Youhan.

Even though she knew that Old Master Feng would unwaveringly take her side, she was still embarrassed to let Old Master Feng see the evidence on the bed.

After receiving the phone, he didn’t just accept the friend request, but also brought back the accounts that Jiang Moxi had blacklisted on other messaging apps.

After doing all that, Fu Youhan felt extremely good and leaned in to kiss Jiang Moxi’s cheek, then said, "Xixi, you’re amazing!"

Jiang Moxi coldly hummed, "Scram!"

The man, who had his fill last night, was in such a good mood that even when chased away by Jiang Moxi, he still cheerfully said, "Alright, I’ll scram."

After Fu Youhan left, Jiang Moxi then got in touch with Xie Ling.

The moment Xie Ling answered the phone, she teasingly asked Jiang Moxi, "So, how was the ride with Driver Fu, was it exhilarating?"

Having dated countless boyfriends and even played numerous men, Xie Ling was quite open about these matters.

The conversation quickly shifted from the baby bus to the adult train, and Jiang Moxi, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, vaguely answered, "It was just so-so."

"So-so? That can’t be possible. I think Driver Fu’s ’studly stamina’ must have made you very happy."

Xie Ling wanted to continue discussing the topic in detail, but considering that Jiang Moxi had already been ’happied’ seven or eight times just last night, she now felt like a dead fish, utterly lacking energy to talk about such matters.

So, she skipped over that subject and asked Xie Ling, "What were you trying to tell me just now?"

At the time, she had just woken up, her mind was still foggy, and she wasn’t quite clear about what Xie Ling had said.

Xie Ling was quickly brought back on track, urgently speaking to Jiang Moxi in a somewhat angry tone.

"It’s that Jiang Weiwei. She opened a new fashion design studio early this morning, named Weifeng. Even held a press conference, intending to rival our Yunshang and become a top brand both domestically and internationally."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Moxi still didn’t take much notice of Jiang Weiwei’s actions.

"She doesn’t know that I am designer X. If she wants to mess around, let her, as long as she doesn’t cross paths with me."

"Are we really not going to suppress her a bit? I just feel like she’s coming for you with a vengeance this time."

Xie Ling felt that the words spoken by Jiang Weiwei in this morning’s conference were directly targeting Yunshang and Jiang Moxi.

After years of being in the industry, Yunshang had emerged as a leading authority.

With just a few harsh words from them in the industry, no one would dare to associate with Weifeng, and recently established Weifeng would quickly vanish without making a ripple.

But Jiang Moxi said, "It’s fine. Let her come however she wants, just as long as she and her family don’t appear in front of me."

With Jiang Moxi’s response, Xie Ling could only settle down.

Thus, after the press conference, Weifeng Studio, riding on the coattails of Jiang Weiwei’s forced association with "Yunshang," gained a bit of popularity.

Jiang Tairan was quite displeased when he found out that Jiang Weiwei had suddenly set up a fashion studio.

"With this time spent on these antics, you might as well meet with Wu Shirong a few more times, aiming to get pregnant sooner rather than later seems more practical."

Both Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man actually shared Jiang Tairan’s thoughts. In the morning, when Jiang Weiwei mentioned the press conference, both tried to persuade her, yet Jiang Weiwei refused to listen to anything.

For now, they could only talk up Jiang Weiwei’s good points in front of Jiang Tairan.

"Actually, I think it’s good for a girl to have her own career. It can also earn a few more points of respect from the Wu Family."

"Yeah, Wu Shirong’s mother also supported Mr. Wu in the business world. I believe she appreciates independent and strong women too."

Seeing his wife and husband both support Jiang Weiwei’s career, Jiang Tairan had no good reason to object.

He hadn’t expected that Jiang Weiwei’s studio would do quite well. Gaining some fame in just a week, she even made connections with several socialites from Emperor City.

Thus Jiang Tairan had to accept Jiang Weiwei’s career choice, but it had been quite a while since Wu Shirong had visited, leading Jiang Tairan to inevitably ask Jiang Weiwei about it.

"Weiwei, did you have a fight with Shirong? Why hasn’t he come to the house looking for you recently?"