The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 936 - 0910 Queueing

Chapter 936: 0910 Queueing

After a long while, his voice slowly rose.

Clearly, it was an extremely gentle voice, yet in the spacious study, it inexplicably stirred a cold sense of fear deep within one’s heart, making one’s skin crawl.

"Yes." The assistant shuddered all over and cautiously spoke.

The man’s thin lips curved slightly, a faint trace of laughter escaping from his throat.

"You came back just in time."

"Fourth Master, should we..."

Fu Jinhan cast a casual glance, his indifferent gaze abruptly stopping the assistant’s words.

His voice was cold, "If you don’t want to die, put away your little thoughts."

Hearing this, the assistant’s face turned pale, suddenly recalling those deep, fearsome secrets of the Fu family that were veiled in obscurity.

The eldest son of the Fu family, Fu Beichen, was calm and gentle, like a clear breeze and bright moon, with a distinguished bearing, every move showcasing the elegance of a genteel gentleman.

Yet it was this man, who epitomized the genteel demeanor, who personally led people to brutally annihilate a ruthless gang when he first took over the Fu family.

He then used an iron fist to reorganize the remnants of the gang, successfully bringing them under the Fu family’s control, opening a path for the Fu family in both the underworld and the legitimate business circles, all across Europe.

Later, he reformed the Fu family, rectified internal chaos, consolidated power, and decisively resolved the Fu family’s "inner kin" chaos, which included the lineage of his own uncle.

It’s just a pity that his time in power was too short; he resigned from the position of the Fu family’s person in charge in the year Qi Yuan came of age, leaving the Fu family with his wife Tao Wanqing, while Fu Qiyuan assumed the position of the next person in charge of the Fu family.

When mentioning Fu Beichen, the outside world mostly talks about his outstanding legend and his iron fist and ruthless nature, while his calm and genteel gentleman side is rarely mentioned.

Years have passed, and the Fu Consortium still adheres to some of the policies and principles he initially laid out.

To the outside world, there is more fear and dread for Fu Beichen, and his son Qi Yuan surpasses him even more so.

When Qi Yuan first took office, both outsiders and insiders within the Fu family underestimated his youth and inexperience, making continuous moves until they all yielded to his swift and decisive style and ruthless methods.

And Qi Yuan is not merely the person in charge of the Fu family; even their Fourth Master is deeply afraid of the forces backing him.

If falling into the hands of this father and son, the consequences...

Thinking of this, the assistant’s expression slightly changed, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Fu Jinhan took his reaction into account, his voice still gentle yet cold.

"How is everything arranged?"

The assistant hurriedly replied, "Everything is ready."

"Very good." His lips curved slightly, and his brows arched, "If we fail again this time..."

The unfinished words instantly made the assistant’s face turn pale, at this moment, the gentle voice was like the hellish judge pronouncing life or death, even the upward curve of the lips turned into the sharpest blade.

The assistant bowed his head low, his voice trembling, "...Yes."

-

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, especially when busy, like a fleeting cloud.

With Paris Fashion Week approaching, Su Ran was so busy she barely touched the ground, going out early and coming back late every day, which Fu Qiyuan deeply resented, yet he was powerless.

In the Fu Consortium’s CEO office, Qin Feng stood respectfully in front of the desk.

"President Fu, people from Country A want to schedule a meeting with you."

"No time." The two words came out without hesitation, making Qin Feng’s lips involuntarily twitch.

No time?

If he answered truthfully, would they dismantle him in Country A?

"Then... if they want to book a time with you..."

"Queue."

Fu Qiyuan’s gaze stayed on the document, never lifting his head, yet the two cold words made Qin Feng’s lips twitch once more.

Queue?

Only their President Fu could dare make those big shots from Country A wait in line, but...

Why did he feel President Fu was not in a good mood?

Shouldn’t this be the period of newlywed passion, a blaze of fire?

Was he mistaken?

"Moreover, Miss Xiao Ran..."

"What did you call her?" Qi Yuan lifted his head, his cold gaze moving from the document to Qin Feng’s face.

Qin Feng shuddered all over, words slipping out of his mouth without thinking.

"Young Madam!!"

"Mm." With a light nod, Qi Yuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes sweeping back to the document before him.

Qin Feng secretly wiped his sweat, certain in his heart—

President Fu is in a bad mood!!