That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 1289 I Don't Accept Gifts

Since Fu Guiyin plans to wear a wedding dress to her wedding, she should naturally have a Western-style wedding.
Fortunately, Shanghai has been an important city for East-West exchange since the beginning of the century, so you can easily find a historic Western church, and everything from the priest to the ceremony to the romantic flowers can be arranged perfectly for you.

On Thursday, Li Ye was woken up early by Fu Guiru and taken to the Church of Our Lady in the SJ district for a wedding.
As he watched Tang Zhiyu and Fu Guiyin, this "newlywed" couple, tenderly recite their vows and exchange rings, the admiration in his heart surged like a stinking ditch after a rainstorm, turbulent and unstoppable, mixed with all sorts of personal motives.

When the priest started reciting the classic Western wedding script, Fu Guiru, Li Ye, and Fu Yiru all found it extremely funny.

The priest said, “If anyone knows any reason why this wedding cannot take place, please speak out or remain silent forever.”

It must be said that Western "freedom" was manifested to the fullest extent at this moment.

If you know anything about the bride and groom's messy affairs, you can tell them now; if you don't want to, you can remain silent—it's up to you.

The priest read it aloud twice, but no one responded.

Fu Zhiman glared at Tang Zhiyu with eyes blazing with anger, but dared not object to the wedding taking place.

Because a middle-aged man was standing next to him, tightly gripping his wrist.

"Xiaoman, don't be impulsive. Your mother will eventually need to find a man to rely on, and you can't resist her now. Your mother isn't the same as before."

"Uncle Zhou, I know, I just can't understand it."

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.

"."

Fu Zhiman knew, of course, that the current Fu Guiyin was not the same Fu Guiyin as before, but the Tang Zhiyu in front of her was a fake!

Moreover, they even brought this counterfeit product upon themselves, truly shooting themselves in the foot; they made their own mess and now they have to eat it themselves.

You want to marry her, right? Fine, then I'll make sure you're married to her for ten lifetimes in the underworld.

While Fu Zhiman was making his move, the priest on the stage continued.

"Mr. Tang Zhiyu, do you take Ms. Fu Guiyin to be your wife? Do you promise to love her unconditionally and remain faithful to her forever, in good times and bad, in wealth and poverty, in health and in sickness and in joy?"

"I am willing!"

"Ms. Fu Guiyin, are you willing to marry Mr. Tang Zhiyu?"

"I am willing."

Li Ye couldn't help but grin.

Two days ago, Tang Zhiyu took him to the alley to see his "dilemma," leaving Li Ye unsure whether it was right or wrong for a cowardly man who was despised to the extreme to escape in this way.

But Fu Guiyin is definitely wrong.

Although Li Ye and Fu Yiruo were far apart that day, Li Ye had good hearing and overheard Fu Guiyin saying that she wanted to make Tang Zhiyu a scapegoat.

But now both of them claim to be "inseparable" from each other. I wonder if the Father in heaven is truly divine, why he hasn't struck these two bastards down with lightning.

After all that fuss, the priest finally finished his ritual. What was supposed to be just a vow of "growing old together, until death do us part" took him more than half an hour to recite.

Everyone around, whether happy or not, applauded and congratulated.

After the congratulations, the guests began exchanging pleasantries and taking the opportunity to expand their networks.

Fu Guiru's uncle, Fu Yinglu, first spoke to Fu Guiyin, then looked at Li Ye with surprise, and then walked over.

Fu Yinglu pointed at Li Ye and asked Fu Guiru with a smile, "Guiru, I heard from Guiyin that this handsome young man is your son?"

Fu Guiru nodded slightly and said, "Yes, he stayed in the mainland all those years, and in the blink of an eye, he has grown up so much."

"Hehehe, he's really grown up, quite the handsome young man!"

Fu Yinglu smiled politely, then asked Li Ye, "Where are you working now?"

Li Ye said casually, "I work as a factory worker in a state-owned enterprise." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, workers are great! Workers are like big brothers! Hehehe~"

Fu Yinglu felt somewhat embarrassed because he sensed Li Ye's coldness towards him.

Actually, what Fu Yinglu meant when he asked Li Ye was whether he was now working for Fu Guiru. After all, Fu Guiru now controls the lifeline of the Fu Group, and if Li Ye were to squeeze in, the Fu family would no longer have the final say.

But Li Ye actually called himself a "worker," which made Fu Yinglu laugh to death.

[A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He doesn't even address his uncle as an elder. No wonder you're stuck as a worker. You wouldn't be good enough for any opportunity.]

Fu Yinglu cursed under his breath and stuffed the half-drawn red envelopes back into his hand.

Just then, Mr. Tong, Fu Guiyin's business partner, walked over.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Li Ye and said, "Mr. Li, it's been a long time!"

Li Ye smiled and said, "It has indeed been a long time. The last time I saw Mr. Tong was seven years ago!"

"Yes, yes! Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye. Our generation has grown old. Back then, we called Mr. Pei 'Little Pei,' but now... hehehehe~"

Mr. Tong chuckled, then changed the subject, asking, "I've heard that Mr. Pei's business in the mainland is booming lately. I wonder if Mr. Li has any connections in this area? We'd also like to contribute to the development of the mainland."

Li Ye's lips curled up in a half-smile.

[You want to whitewash your image, and you do it so grandly? You're truly shameless!]

Mr. Tong made his fortune by sea, and many people might welcome his investment in the mainland, but Li Ye had no interest in helping him.

So Li Ye said with a half-smile, "Mr. Pei's path is beyond my reach. He has attended meetings at the Great Hall of the People and watched military parades, so you're asking me for nothing."

"Oh, hahaha~, Mr. Li is right. Mr. Pei is ahead of his time; his vision is truly unique."

Mr. Tong laughed heartily, but he felt uneasy inside.

The mainland has developed extremely rapidly in recent years. They watched as Pei Wencong surged ahead and went further and further away, so they wanted to catch up and get a share of the pie. Unfortunately, times have changed, and the best opportunity has been missed. It's too late to regret it now.

After Mr. Tong left, Fu Yinglu, who had been listening for a long time, awkwardly came over again.

"Gui Ru, is the Mr. Pei that Mr. Tong mentioned earlier Pei Wencong?"

Fu Guiru smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Pei and my son have been old friends for nearly ten years."

Fu Yinglu: "."

Fu Guiru's single sentence stunned Fu Yinglu.

When Fu's Company encountered difficulties in its operations and its cash flow was on the verge of breaking down, it was Pei Wencong who "foolishly" poured money into it, allowing Fu's Company to develop to this day.

At the time, none of the Fu family understood why Pei Wencong, who was far away in Hong Kong, would pay such an incomprehensible "premium" to this small company in Malaysia.

It turns out that it was Fu Guiru's doing. Fu Guiru introduced Pei Wencong and, through a series of maneuvers, ultimately gained control of the Fu Corporation.

It's ridiculous that I just laughed at Li Ye for being a "worker," but it turns out that Li Ye is the key figure!

Fu Yinglu forced a smile, took out a large red envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Li Ye.

"Since it's our first meeting, I'll play the role of an elder for once. May this bring you good fortune and prosperity."

Li Ye looked down at the red envelope, then slowly shook his head and said, "I'm a Party member, I don't accept gifts."

Fu Yinglu: "."

"Pfft~"

Fu Yiruo could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)