How could Mr. Fu know the Zhang Liunian couple? What qualifications did they have to know Hong Kong's most powerful figure?
Tang Guo couldn't understand why the Zhang Liunian couple had become Mr. Fu's guests, or how they knew Mr. Fu.
All she knew was that Mr. Fu, who could control Hong Kong with just one hand, was really trying to drive her away and wouldn't give her a chance.
How could this be? This was completely against her plan.
She was unwilling to let go of an opportunity to rise to fame.
Although at first, when she heard a man nearing seventy say he wanted to take her home as a lover, she was very displeased and unwilling to agree.
But after much analysis, she realized it was a rare opportunity.
Because he was Hong Kong's most powerful figure, a magnate whose stomp could change Hong Kong's fortunes.
Being his woman was nothing to be ashamed of; rather, it was an opportunity for her to climb higher.
As long as Mr. Fu could trust her and leave everything to her after his death, it would all be worth it.
Once she obtained everything Mr. Fu possessed, wouldn't it be easy to step on Zhang Liunian?
But who would have thought that Mr. Fu would get tired of her so quickly and not want her around? Wasn't this cutting off her golden opportunity?
"Sir, if I've done something wrong, I can change. Can you not drive me away? I really like you and am willing to stay by your side."
Tang Guo suppressed the panic in her heart, looking at Mr. Fu with sadness, hoping he would give her another chance and not drive her away.
But her words did not earn her any favor from Mr. Fu. Instead, she received his impatience. "There are plenty of women; I don't lack you. There's no need for me to say more. If you don't leave, you know the consequences."
After Mr. Fu finished speaking, he turned to have his assistant handle it. Seeing his cold and heartless demeanor, Tang Guo quickly said, "I'm going, I'm going."
If they didn't leave now, they might not be able to leave here intact. She had no choice but to leave for now.
Seeing her finally understand, Mr. Fu was too lazy to speak further and turned his attention to Jiang Qingqing and her mother. However, when he saw Hua Bao and the little girl in Tang Guo's hands, his expression changed slightly.
Indeed, they looked very similar. Anyone unfamiliar would think they were twins.
Mr. Fu suppressed his surprise and turned to Jiang Qingqing, saying, "You are Jiang Qingqing, right? Come with me!"
After speaking, Mr. Fu went downstairs and straight to the main entrance.
Jiang Qingqing followed Mr. Fu obediently, not daring to make a sound. However, outside the main gate, she saw Tang Guo still standing there, not having left.
At this moment, Tang Guo's face was dark, and her eyes were unfriendly, as if she was resentful of her previous actions.
Jiang Qingqing felt a little flustered but said nothing, only thinking to herself that Tang Guo, despite being so beautiful, was willing to be an old man's woman. It truly opened her eyes.
Upon arriving at Mr. Fu's ancestral home, even though Jiang Qingqing saw the astonishingly luxurious courtyard, buildings, and decorations, she did not exclaim. She simply swallowed all her shock.
As Mr. Fu led the way, he kept observing Jiang Qingqing's expression. Seeing that despite her rural background, she wasn't shouting or acting like the shocked, unsophisticated bumpkins he had seen before, he silently nodded.
This Jiang Qingqing was quite good; she didn't embarrass his wife.
They arrived at the magnificent main hall, where Mr. Fu finally invited Jiang Qingqing and the others to sit.
Jiang Qingqing cautiously found a seat, while Yi Wang Hua, holding Shao Hua, dared not sit and could only stand behind Jiang Qingqing.
Seeing this, Mr. Fu raised an eyebrow at Uncle Yi, his gaze conveying something unknown, but it made Uncle Yi tremble with fear, lest Mr. Fu take a liking to his daughter. He subconsciously leaned closer to his daughter, but not too obviously.
Mr. Fu didn't miss his movement but was too lazy to care. He shifted his gaze back to Jiang Qingqing and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an itch in his throat, and then coughed.
"Cough, cough..."
"Sir?" Uncle Yi showed a worried expression when he saw Mr. Fu suddenly cough.
Mr. Fu waved his hand, took out a pink handkerchief to wipe, and then looked at Jiang Qingqing as if nothing had happened, saying, "Look up."
Jiang Qingqing, not understanding, looked up and instantly froze. How could there be a portrait of her on the ceiling, dressed in a Republic of China qipao?
No, this person wasn't her; it absolutely couldn't be her.
Then who was this person?
"You must be wondering why there's a portrait of you on my ceiling, right?" Mr. Fu, seeing Jiang Qingqing's surprised expression, pointed out her thoughts with a smile.
Jiang Qingqing awkwardly withdrew her gaze and then nodded seriously, "Who is she?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Fu's expression seemed to fall into some memory. After a long while, he replied, "She was my wife, my only legally married wife."
"Why does she look so much like me?" Seeing that Mr. Fu seemed very approachable, Jiang Qingqing couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"I think it might be relatives," Mr. Fu replied with a smile. This was just his guess; to confirm it, someone would need to investigate his wife's hometown.
In fact, even without an investigation, just based on Jiang Qingqing's face, he would treat her with some kindness.
"Relatives?" Jiang Qingqing had never heard of any relatives in Hong Kong, let alone female ones.
"Where is your family's ancestral home?" Seeing her confusion, Mr. Fu inquired about her hometown address.
Jiang Qingqing honestly replied, "My grandfather's side is from Dahe Village, below Panlong in Jiangcheng."
"What about your maternal grandmother's family?" This address was incorrect, Mr. Fu asked again.
"My maternal grandmother's family is from Sanshu Village, but I remember my grandmother's maiden home was in Hongzao Village."
"It's almost certain. My wife is also from Hongzao Village in Jiangcheng. Her family had six siblings, and she was the youngest."
Mr. Fu was delighted. This was truly his wife's relative. He had said that someone looking exactly like his wife in this world could not be a coincidence.
Now, without needing proof, he was 100% sure that Jiang Qingqing was a relative from his wife's side.
"My maternal grandmother also had six siblings; she seemed to be the fifth. Jiang Qingqing didn't know more. Her grandmother passed away early, and many things faded.
Not to mention her great-aunt whom she never met, she hadn't even heard of her.
So, could this wife be her never-met great-aunt?
If calculated this way, wouldn't Mr. Fu be her maternal great-uncle?
"No doubt about it. Your maternal grandmother and my wife must be sisters. In your local dialect, I am your maternal great-uncle." Mr. Fu chuckled at the last three words. In his old age, he didn't expect to find relatives.
He was an orphan; he had struggled his way up in Hong Kong. Later, he was fortunate to meet his wife, and after much hardship, they finally got together. Unfortunately, they never had any children until his wife passed away.
This was his greatest regret. Because of this, he didn't hesitate to try to have children with various women ten years after his wife was buried, but it was useless.