After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 90 - 89: Can a name catch your attention?

Chapter 90: Chapter 89: Can a name catch your attention?

The evening at South Mountain Hall struck seven o’clock, the most splendid and resplendent moment, and it was the busiest place in North City deep into the night.

Xu Yiran arrived at the private room and saw that everyone was already there.

Ji Chenzhi raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Come, sit over here."

Xu Yiran took off his suit jacket and placed it aside, "Second Brother, Third Brother."

"Third Brother, I heard that Aunt Qin has woken up, how is she doing now?"

The man sitting on the dark brown leather sofa lifted his gaze slightly, his voice husky, "Her condition isn’t very stable at the moment, still under observation in the ICU. The doctors said that if she wakes up and is observed for a week, she’ll be out of danger."

Ji Chenzhi said, "It’s good that she’s awake. Third Brother, you really need to rest properly now... Look at the state you’re in. I’m even more worried about you."

The sound of a door opening was heard and a man in a smoke grey suit entered, around thirty-five or thirty-six, handsome and tall with the charm of a mature man. His facial contours were deeply set, with profound eyes carrying a hint of laughter lines – a man of great allure.

Xu Rongchen walked in and handed his suit jacket to an assistant following him.

"It’s rare for all of us to gather together; I’m picking up the tab tonight, Second Brother, don’t be polite with me."

Ji Chenzhi smiled, "Then thank you, Big Brother."

Ji Chenzhi, Xu Yiran, and Fu Tingzhou grew up together in the same compound. In the early years, the Fu Family, Ji Family, and Xu Family were closely connected. Then, through Fu Tingzhou, they got to know Xu Rongchen. The four brothers used to meet often in the past, but as Fu Tingzhou went abroad, such gatherings gradually became scarce.

Although he called Fu Tingzhou ’Third Brother’, Ji Chenzhi was actually a couple of months older than Fu Tingzhou. Calling him ’Third Brother’ was just a form of address.

Xu Rongchen had just sat down when his phone rang.

A woman’s crying voice came from the other end, "Rongchen, Qiao Na dared to humiliate me today; she might harm me tomorrow. Are you still going to keep such a woman?"

"Qin Yu, you say it was Qiao Na who did this, do you have any proof? If you present evidence, I’ll stand up for you!" The man’s expression darkened, a hint of displeasure in his eyes and brows.

It seemed that Qin Yu’s call had interrupted their brotherly gathering. Maybe it was also due to her deliberate deception and false accusations that upsetted him.

On the other end, Qin Yu was clearly taken aback, perhaps out of guilt, her voice trembling, "Rongchen, don’t you trust me? Would you rather believe Qiao Na than me?"

Xu Rongchen’s expression was indifferently furrowed, inscrutable, "Qin Yu, I’ll come to see you tomorrow."

"Good, I’ll wait for you." Qin Yu retreated in solicitation, to avoid further upsetting him.

After hanging up, Xu Rongchen massaged his temples, his handsome face bearing traces of fatigue. Ji Chenzhi poured him a glass of wine and handed it over, "Sister-in-law’s call, right? If she’s feeling bored, just bring Big Sister-in-law here to join us."

Xu Rongchen’s expression was subtle, "Next time, when there’s a chance, I’ll bring her along."

Fu Tingzhou held his glass of alcohol, tilting his head back to take a few sips.

As they gathered here, some wealthy businessman must have gotten wind of it. A waiter came in to say that a young master from the Zhao Family wanted to come over to toast them and make acquaintances.

Xu Rongchen hummed dismissively.

The implication was already quite clear.

But the waiter was in a dilemma and said, "It’s Mr. Zhao Yuanqi."

Fu Tingzhou frowned. He had heard this name before. Zhao Yuanqi was the youngest son of Old Zhao, around 30 years old this year. He was born to Old Zhao’s young mistress. After Old Zhao’s first wife passed away, the young mistress moved into the Zhao Family residence. Although she didn’t have an official status, her position was secure. The Zhao Family’s business empire was massive, and they could easily afford to support a useless young son.

Old Zhao handed over the Zhao Family’s catering industry to this young son to manage.

Others might respect the Zhao Family, but Fu Tingzhou did not. He immediately frowned and said, "Tell him to get lost."

The waiter was already trembling with fear due to the man’s imposing presence. He turned around to leave the private room, but Zhao Yuanqi, carrying a glass of wine and accompanied by two lackeys, walked in. The waiter hurriedly said, "Mr. Fu said it’s inconvenient to meet guests..." But Zhao Yuanqi wouldn’t listen to a mere waiter. He pushed the waiter aside, kicked the door open, and walked in.

"Wow, Mr. Xu is here too. What a coincidence today. Brother Fu, Mr. Xu, I’ve been wanting to chat with you for a while now, and today seems like fate, haha."

Zhao Yuanqi was not bad-looking; on the contrary, his features were delicate because his mother, Song Lian, was a beauty from the watery region of Jiangnan, giving him a somewhat effeminate appearance. However, he was too indulgent in the pleasures of women, his excesses apparent in the dark circles under his eyes.

Xu Rongchen was among the most famous entrepreneurs in the city and even the whole country. He did not hold much regard for the Zhao Family. Still, because of a few past interactions between Old Zhao and Xu’s father, Xu Rongchen showed Old Zhao some courtesy, "Young Master Zhao, this is a private gathering. We’re not discussing business here."

Zhao Yuanqi smiled and said, "Exactly, exactly, we’re not talking business. I’m here purely to make friends with everyone today."

As he walked in, he waved his hand, and soon five to six scantily clad, coquettish women entered.

"It’s so boring to drink alone. These ladies are all carefully selected by me, they’ll surely please you," said Zhao Yuanqi, lifting the chin of a beautiful woman. "Don’t you go and entertain my friends here. Make them happy, and I’ll give you this watch," he gestured with the promise of a gift.

With that, Zhao Yuanqi took off his Patek Philippe watch and tossed it onto the coffee table.

The women gazed at the handsome men in the private room, their hearts racing. It was apparent at a glance that these men were of no ordinary status.

Xu Yiran scowled, "I’m sorry, I don’t need this."

What he disliked the most and avoided were these things. It wasn’t about being prudish; he simply disdained vulgarity.

Being here was always about casual gatherings with friends and having a few drinks.

Fu Tingzhou was not interested in these women. Having drunk too much, it was as if he was seeing hallucinations.

The woman in the white dress walking towards him caused him to narrow his eyes slightly. In his mind, Tang Xi’s face appeared. Suddenly, the smell of cheap perfume assaulted his senses, and Fu Tingzhou became instantly sober, his thin lips coldly spitting out a word, "Scram."

The woman trembled, "...Please, sir... Let Xiaoqian serve you, else... Young Master Zhao will be displeased."

They were all just trying to earn a living here and couldn’t afford to offend Zhao Yuanqi.

The woman was shaking as if she was about to cry when Zhao Yuanqi walked over and touched her face, "What’s wrong, does Young Master Fu not like it? Such a waste that you can’t even please Young Master Fu!"

Watching Zhao Yuanqi get angry, the girl trembled.

Fu Tingzhou’s brow furrowed fiercely, "What’s your name."

"Ah... My name is Tang Xiaoqian... You can also call me Xiaoqian."

The man’s voice, hoarse from alcohol, upon hearing this name, he pursed his lips, "Which character for ’Tang’?"