Old Lady Rong sat in silence on the tai shi chair.
Although Rong Chang had not told her in detail what had happened four years ago, she knew that it was all thanks to her adopted daughter that Yuye had managed to get her life back.
To force her adopted daughter to sacrifice herself for the sake of the Rong family was unseemly.
She could only remain silent and hope that her adopted daughter would take the initiative to agree.
Rong Him Yu tried to speak several times, but was pressed down by Rong Chang, her face turning red with anxiety.
Bai Xiaoyu pinched her fingers, looking anxious, but still did not speak.
Rong Yunyang let out a low laugh.
This adoptive mother, who loved her the most, could push her out of the way when necessary.
If that was the case, then she could leave without any worries after repaying the Rong family for saving her life.
“Such a big Rong family, letting a woman come to the rescue?”
These words were spoken by Rong Zhe, who had been hanging on for dear life.
He grunted, “There are still three men in the Rong family, and no matter how down and out they are, they shouldn’t let an adopted daughter stand up for them.”
“What nonsense are you talking about!” First Lady Rong said angrily, “Your father was taken to the bureau because of this adopted daughter, and there’s no telling what kind of abuse he’s been subjected to, and you’re still speaking up for this adopted daughter?”
Saying that, she fiercely twisted Rong Zhe’s ear.
“Ouch, that hurts!” Yung Zhe covered his ear and screamed.
“I think what Rong Zhe said is right!” Rong Xiyue took the opportunity to speak up, “This is our Rong family, it’s not Rong Yunyang’s turn to stand up for herself! Doesn’t Mr. Fu just want a secretary, I’ll go and be one for Mr. Fu!”
Bai Xiaoyu was shocked and hastily dragged her daughter back, “You know what being a secretary means, how dare you get involved in such a matter?”
“Mum! I just want to be Mr. Fu’s secretary, it’s not a bad thing, why are you all so hostile?” Rong Xiyu beamed.
“The adults will settle this matter, you go back to your room, you have to get involved again ……”
Listening to Bai Xiaoyu’s gentle coaxing of Rong Xinyu, Rong Yunyang gently pulled the corners of her lips.
There was indeed still a difference between an adoptive mother and a real mother.
No matter how good Bai Xiaoyu was to her, there was a distant and close distinction in such matters.
However, she still couldn’t understand why Bai Xiaoyu had been so good to her these past three years …… Not like a mother being kind to her daughter, but more like making up for some kind of deficit.
“Whether or not the Rong family is being targeted by Mr. Fu because of me, I have a responsibility to stand up for the Rong family.” Rong Yunyang pulled back her lips and smiled, “Let’s all get a good night’s sleep tonight, I’ll go see Mr. Fu tomorrow.”
She finished speaking and turned around to go back to her room.
“That’s more like it!” First Lady Rong said in a cold voice, “I hope Mr. Fu is true to his word!”
“Mum, you’re too unethical!” Rong Zhe rubbed his ears and said, “Sister Dye is such a beautiful girl, so she gave her life away to an old man as a secretary.”
“Mr. Fu is not an old man, Mr. Fu is very handsome, a hundred times more handsome than you!” Rong Xiyu grunted from the side.
“Heh, I’m one of the four young men in Yuncheng, suave and elegant, with a jade tree, who else can be as handsome as me? Huh, no ……” Rong Zhe’s eyes rolled, “Rong Xiyu, your willingness to take the initiative to work for Mr. Fu as a secretary is actually your desire to get close to Mr. Fu, right? I told you how you could possibly stand up to the Rong family when they needed it, it’s true that I thought too much!”
Seeing that these two were about to argue again, Old Lady Rong said coldly, “That’s enough, go to your room!”
Rong Yunyang sat in her room and took out her mobile phone to casually brush up on the news.
The news of Fu Beijiu’s investment in Yuncheng had already made the local news, but the media had not taken a single photo, using the same photo of Fu Beijiu attending a press conference in Haicheng.
The man was wearing a black suit, grey bow tie, and his eyes were cold and sharp. The aura emanating from the man in the photo was not much worse than in reality.
She typed in the word Fu Beijue in the search bar, and the information soon appeared.
The president of the Fu Group, thirty years old this year, had officially become the group’s helmsman at the age of eighteen, and under his leadership, the Fu Group had grown to unprecedented heights, causing countless people to look up to him.