Crippled Master's Young Wife

A reporter impatiently started to ask questions. Fu Yuntine's lips curled up, and his magnetic voice carried the dignity of a superior person. He answered the questions one by one according to the reporter's question.    

The atmosphere continued to be strong. The reporters started to gossip about the arrangement of Fu's.    

"Director Fu, can we talk about your wife?"    

"Director Fu, do you think your wife is worthy of you?"    

"Director Fu, you and Mrs Fu did not have any relationship before. Do you really love your wife?"    

A few reporters were not afraid of gossiping. After all, compared to the boring business operations, they preferred to hear the private gossip of successful upper-class people.    

Not to mention, Fu Yuntine's newly married wife did not have a high status. No matter how they looked at it, she was not compatible with Fu Yuntine.    

Hearing the reporters gossiping, Fu Yuntine smiled. " Although my wife wasn't born in a prestigious family, she was a good person. She was a rare beauty. Here, I can solemnly tell everyone that she is the woman that I, Fu Yuntine, fell in love with at first sight. She will be my wife for the rest of my life. Our wedding date has been decided. Please support us when the time comes. "    

With just a few words, Fu Yuntine expressed his intentions in front of everyone.    

The people present discussed animatedly once again.    

In the crowd, Ji Linhan looked at the incomparably handsome man who was handling the reporters' questions with ease. Her delicate face was filled with a defeated expression that she could not get rid of.    

A woman who fell in love at first sight?    

His wife for the rest of his life?    

He admitted that he liked Xia Ling in front of the public just like that!    

No!    

She would not let things develop like this.    

The person standing beside this man should be her, Ji Linhan!    

In the resting room, Xia Ling looked at the live broadcast of the press conference on her phone screen. When she heard Fu Yuntine's words, she could not help but roll her eyes.    

Love at first sight?    

It should be disgust at first sight.    

She remembered how much this man hated her in the beginning.    

However, she still felt so sweet in her heart.    

"Ling, Fu Yuntine really knows how to speak sweet words."    

Warmth at the side accompanied Xia Ling as she watched the live broadcast. Her eyes were filled with stars.    

"Really? She was clearly making irresponsible remarks."    

Xia Ling replied, causing warm laughter to ring out. The two of them continued to tease each other.    

On the other side, Jiang Lingyun's gaze was fixed on the handsome and noble man on the screen. His thin lips were pursed, and his clenched fists were tightened and loosened. They were relaxed and tightened.    

The press conference ended very quickly.    

Next was the banquet time.    

The door to the lounge was pushed open and Fu Yuntine walked in with big steps.    

His eyes swept across Warmth and Jiang Lingyun. Fu Yuntine and the two of them nodded slightly and then shifted their gazes to Xia Ling's face.    

There was a hint of a smile in his black eyes. He did not need to say anything but he could clearly feel the warmth flowing between the two of them.    

Seeing this, Warmth got up and smiled, "Director Fu, Ling, let's go out first."    

Sitting here would be two big lightbulbs.    

Warmth turned sideways, looked at Jiang Lingyun, and reached out to help him up.    

Jiang Lingyun did not speak the whole time. He just looked at the two of them again and followed Warmth out of the lounge without saying a word.    

He had too much unwillingness and bitterness in his heart. He did not know how to vent it.    

Jiang Lingyun pursed his thin lips and followed Warmth to the banquet hall. He sat in a corner and took the glass from the waiter and drank the wine in one gulp.    

"Mr Jiang, drink slower."    

Warmth knew that Jiang Lingyun was not comfortable in his heart. He could not stop Jiang Lingyun from drinking, so he could only calm him down.    

Jiang Lingyun was silent. He took another glass of wine and drank it.