The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 133. Mr. Fu is a pretty boy? (Third update)

Chapter 133: 133. Mr. Fu is a pretty boy? (Third update)

Wu Qian and the man were also there to dine, and as fate would have it, they too had chosen the same restaurant picked by Shen Qinglan. The moment Wu Qian saw Shen Qinglan, her gaze fixed on her as if laced with venom, her eyes seemed to seethe with outright hatred for Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan had noticed Wu Qian early on and chose to ignore her gaze, continuing to speak softly with Fu Hengyi.

"Shen Qinglan, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet you here," Wu Qian said, greeting Shen Qinglan with a sweet smile on her face, a stark contrast to the way she had just been staring at her.

Having been called by name, Shen Qinglan couldn’t pretend not to have seen her, so she looked up. Although looking up at Wu Qian, she seemed unphased by the superior posture of the other, her cool demeanor as evident as ever.

The man saw Shen Qinglan’s face as she looked up, astonishment apparent in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard. Wu Qian, sensing the man’s lapse beside her, flashed a look of disgust.

Fu Hengyi naturally noticed the man’s lapse too and looked up, greeting him with a cold stare. When the man saw Fu Hengyi’s face, he was instantly startled, and upon meeting Fu Hengyi’s icy gaze, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

Glancing at Shen Qinglan again and recalling Wu Qian’s reference to her, he guessed that this was probably Shen Qinglan of the Shen Family, the famous heiress whose name abounded lately, and his back grew slicker with cold sweat, thankful that he had timely recognized the identities of the two before him.

Although Wu Qian had been aware that the Shen Family was one of Beijing’s prominent households these days, her understanding of their influence was rather superficial; after all, she could never touch that layer of society with her status, let alone comprehend it.

Looking over at the man beside Shen Qinglan, contempt flashed through her eyes. The man looked much older than Shen Qinglan; she assumed Shen Qinglan was no good herself—still styled as the daughter of the Shen Family, likely an unimportant figure at home. Yet, she completely overlooked the fact that Shen Junyu had publicly expressed on a show that Shen Qinglan was his most beloved sister.

"And who is this?" Wu Qian hadn’t waited for Shen Qinglan to speak and settled her gaze on Fu Hengyi. Upon seeing him more clearly, envy deepened in her eyes; she didn’t expect the man to be so handsome. Even Chen Qingtian couldn’t hold a candle to him, let alone the aging man by her side.

The aging man hadn’t yet recovered from the stare he’d received from Fu Hengyi and didn’t notice Wu Qian’s words.

"My husband," Shen Qinglan spoke indifferently. Hearing this, Fu Hengyi’s lips twitched into a slight smile, reflecting his good mood at the moment. This was the first time Qinglan had publicly acknowledged their relationship.

Caught up in that smile and paying close attention to him, Wu Qian was momentarily dazed. After grasping Shen Qinglan’s words, she was surprised, "Shen Qinglan, you’re married?"

Wu Qian couldn’t help but be astonished; she had never heard any news in school about Shen Qinglan being married. Her thoughts whirring, she suddenly conjectured that perhaps this man’s status wasn’t all that impressive—he might not even be acknowledged by her family, which is why the outside world was unaware of their marriage. Wu Qian even started envisioning a melodramatic scenario in which Shen Qinglan fell in love with a handsome gigolo, fought with her family to marry him, and was then cast out by the clan.

If Shen Qinglan knew what Wu Qian was thinking, she would certainly have a word for her—girl, you need to watch fewer soap operas.

Because of her suppositions, Wu Qian’s gaze towards Fu Hengyi carried a trace of disdain; he was just a pretty face who made it to the heir of a rich family, probably worth nothing more than his looks. It was a real loss, considering she had initially thought this man to be wealthy and of surprising status.

Excuse me, miss, in what way does our Mr. Fu resemble a gigolo, and where exactly is your brain?

Clearly, Wu Qian was not at her brightest today.

"What does this gentleman do for a living?" Wu Qian asked with a smile, but however you looked at it, the smile seemed to harbor ill will.

Fu Hengyi had also realized by now that although this woman knew Qinglan, their relationship didn’t seem to be very good.

Shen Qinglan didn’t respond to Wu Qian’s question, instead, she glanced at the older man beside her and countered, "And this gentleman is...?"

Wu Qian’s smile stiffened on her face. She had not expected Shen Qinglan to turn the tables on her, but she couldn’t throw the question back now, nor could she ignore it, especially with the older man still present.

After getting together with Chen Qingtian, she had quit her part-time jobs, as life with Chen Qingtian was much better than when she was working. Chen Qingtian might be fickle in love, but he was quite generous to Wu Qian. However, after breaking up with him, she lost her source of income. She couldn’t bring herself to ask her family for money, so out of necessity, Wu Qian found a new part-time job—as a hostess in a nightclub, which was, after all, one of the fastest ways to make money.

Raised to have expensive tastes by Chen Qingtian, Wu Qian no longer deigned to consider ordinary part-time jobs.

During her time with Chen Qingtian, Wu Qian hadn’t gone without gains—her taste had improved a lot, and dressed carefully, she also looked quite pretty. That had, indeed, caught the attention of the older man.

Though the older man was aged, he was very generous, and Wu Qian, wavering, went along with him.

"This gentleman is my godfather, Mr. Zheng from Hui Feng Group," Wu Qian introduced with a smile, and it was this introduction that brought the older man back to his senses.

Mr. Zheng, seeing that Wu Qian knew Shen Qinglan, couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted. If he could connect with the Shen Family’s massive influence, wouldn’t he have endless business opportunities in the future?

He rubbed his hands together, wanting to shake hands with Shen Qinglan, his smile tinged with a flattering intention, "Miss Shen, it’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time. I am Zheng Feng."

Shen Qinglan did not extend her hand. Though Mr. Zheng felt somewhat embarrassed, he didn’t dare show any displeasure. The Shen Family and the Fu Family were not ones he, a mere Mr. Zheng from Hui Feng Group, could afford to offend. If he angered these two, he might as well write off any chance of maintaining a foothold in Beijing.

While Mr. Zheng wasn’t embarrassed, Wu Qian was displeased. Feeling that Shen Qinglan thought too highly of herself, she said, "Shen Qinglan, I know you’re the daughter of the Shen Family, but hasn’t the Shen Family taught you the most basic etiquette? When someone greets you, what’s the meaning of acting so high and mighty?"

With these words, the atmosphere instantly turned frosty. Fu Hengyi’s face darkened suddenly, his icy gaze shooting toward Wu Qian, causing her to stiffen. She had not expected a pretty boy to have such an intimidating presence.

Shen Qinglan’s cool expression grew even chillier as she looked at Mr. Zheng, "It’s often said that failing to rear a child is the father’s fault. A goddaughter, after all, is still a daughter..."

"Slap," Shen Qinglan hadn’t even finished speaking when Mr. Zheng, with a swing of his hand, delivered a slap across Wu Qian’s face, causing her to stagger.