Chapter 45: Meeting Fu Yusheng Many Years Later
Song Yan had no choice but to follow the team of bodyguards sent by her husband. She got in the car and sat in the back seat. Along the way - Song Yan was nervous. She couldn't help but feel anxious when she thought about meeting Fu Yusheng. The car was silent again. This only made her nerves more tense. What is this? Can't they at least talk about it and tell her what happened? In the previous life, Fu Yusheng did return to China, but he was soon busy arranging her and Fu Rong's funeral. After that, he was too entangled in dealing with the company's affairs. Her and Fu Rong's deaths brought negative publicity to the company.
But this time, she and Fu Rong were not dead, so how could Fu Yusheng be in the country? Even if he came back, why was he looking for her? Song Yan had many questions, but no one could answer them. She looked at the bald man driving the car, and finally couldn't help asking, "Uh! Mr. Bodyguard, can you at least tell me why Fu Yushe - my husband is looking for me?"
The bald man looked at her through the clear rearview mirror and replied calmly: "Second Madam, I'm afraid I can't answer this question. Second Master just asked me to take you to see him, and didn't tell me anything else." I didn't ask.
Song Yan looked at the man in front of him silently, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart about the loyalty of Fu Yusheng's subordinates. That man was very cunning. Not only did he know how to play dirty tricks in the business world, but he also knew how to choose his subordinates wisely. Looking at the loyalty of this bald bodyguard, he refused to answer even such a simple question because his master didn't allow him to tell her anything.
Song Yan knew that she couldn't get an answer from these bodyguards, so she simply closed her eyes and decided to take a nap. She couldn't sleep because she had to take care of Li Rou and the pig. Anyway, no matter why Fu Yusheng wanted to see her, she would solve everything she encountered and didn't have to worry at all! After all, Fu Yusheng was her husband - no, his ex-husband, so why should she worry? He was not a demon who would eat her alive!
The place that Fu Yusheng asked his bodyguard to take Song Yan to was a famous bar in the city opened by Fu Yusheng. He opened it as a part-time job at first, but somehow the business of this bar began to flourish and became a huge fortune for Fu Yusheng.
When the car stopped at the door of the bar, the bald bodyguard who was driving turned his head slightly and called out to Song Yan: "Second Madam, we're here."
After years of practice, Song Yan's senses have become very sharp. In fact, she had already felt it when the car stopped, and when the bald bodyguard called her, she immediately opened her eyes. She turned her head and looked at the glittering high-end sign of Fu Yusheng's bar. She was a little disappointed. She didn't know what expression she should make when she saw Fu Yusheng, her husband. She had a stoic character and a blank expression. Every time she saw him in her previous life, she felt like she was facing a strict teacher after doing something wrong.
However, she pursed her lips soon, wondering what she was thinking? In the past, now she is a soul master with profound cultivation, why is she still afraid of Fu Yusheng? Since she dared to divorce him, she could face him without any difficulty.
"Second Madam, this way." The bald bodyguard got out of the car and motioned Song Yan to follow. Song Yan nodded and followed him. Because Fu Yusheng was the VVIP of the bar and the boss, he had no chance to wait for her in the lounge where drunkards and party animals gathered, but was taken away by the bald bodyguard. She took her to the top floor, where all the important people had business appointments and meetings. It was much quieter than the crowded ground floor, the sound of music and the disco lights - this top floor was completely soundproof, with cream and gold tiles on the soft carpet, and even the "click" of her heels could not be heard. .
"We're here." The bald bodyguard said, and without giving Song Yan a chance to prepare, he pushed the door open. When Song Yan's eyes fell on the man sitting like a throne in the middle of the room, she was stunned for a moment.
The man was tall and imposing, his light grey suit ironed perfectly without a single crease. His hair was carefully styled with hairspray, leaving only three bangs on his forehead, making him look even younger - his thick eyebrows and deep eyes locked onto her face, his handsome complexion darkened several shades, and his skin became paler. His complexion was almost pale, with a hint of angry redness, his high nose wrinkled in disgust, his rosy lips tightly pursed, and his dark eyes scanned her from top to bottom. His gaze swept from her face to her toes, and then back to her face again, he opened his thin lips slightly, and his voice was low and sexy: "Song Yan, what are you wearing?"