After Being Betrayed, I Inherited A Massive Fortune

Shang Qian's hands were extremely tight, his eyes blurred, and he said quietly:

"It's okay, Su Nan, I'm okay..."

From childhood to adulthood, he has been fearful of the infamy of an illegitimate child, even if he is a businessman, he is just a more advanced illegitimate child.

No one pitied him, this was the punishment he deserved as an illegitimate child.

When he came into this world, he hated the whole world.

His vain mother, his irresponsible father, and his powerless self.

He envied those cheerful and cheerful peers, their sunshine, cheerfulness, positivity, and upliftment were everything he envied.

But in the business, he had to be silent.

He didn't pretend to be very strenuous, silence and gentleness seemed to be the same.

Just cold-blooded indifference to everything.

Shang Yi's domineering and scheming are blatant, and his hostility to himself is menacing.

When he first made his debut in the Shang Company, he received a tragic blow.

Shang also thought he had trampled him into the mud and stepped on his feet.

Simply, he left the business.

He did everything he could to gain a foothold on Wall Street.

Because his surname is Shang, there is a person with a head and face in the name of the business.

Therefore, after his name was released, Shang Qun would not move him easily.

He has experienced the heaviest darkness, but he has ignored them. He just wants to see light and warmth.

Fortunately, he saw Su Nan.

Su Nan wept for a while, only to realize that his shirt was wet.

She embarrassedly stroked the wet place:

"I won't let you be bullied like this in the future. Come in."

Shang Qian moved his brows slightly, lowered his eyes silently, and looked at Su Nan's gentle eyebrows.

He knew very well that he was trapped.

Inextricable.

...

There was a chill in the night.

Next to Fu Yechuan's car.

He stood there without a coat, rolled up his sleeves to his forearm, lost one of the diamond cuffs on his shirt sleeve, and hung the other sideways on it.

The muscles of the forearm are smooth and sharp, and the air pressure is very low.

His brows were indifferent and sullen, he was biting a cigarette, and with one hand he touched the lighter from the car, but no matter how much he hit it, no flames came out.

Go down several times.

The irritability between his brows turned cold, and he threw it back into the car.

A click—a sound.

A steady stream of flames was handed over.

Looking along, Shang Qun stood there with a smile and stretched out his other hand.

"Mr. Fu, please..."

Fu Yechuan paused for two seconds, his eyes were wicked and cold.

He bowed his head slightly, the weak flame reflected his facial features sharply and deeply, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and the bottom of his eyes, which was not easy to detect, was weeping blood.

"Thank you, Chairman Shang."

Shang Qun smiled and took it back, "Mr. Fu is very polite. Shang Yi has always told me that you are a righteous person. He has received a lot of care from you here, and I should thank you on your behalf."

Fu Yechuan snorted coldly, bit his cigarette, and his voice was hoarse and cold:

"He can't even save himself, so don't rush to thank others."

As soon as the words were spoken, Shang Qun's expression changed a bit.

Indeed, the disappearance of Shang Yi is humiliating.

Fu Yechuan and him did not have any interest cooperation to consolidate, so naturally they would not go to great lengths to inquire about his whereabouts.

But here, only Fu Yechuan can find Shang Yi from Shang Qian's hands.

Therefore, no matter how unhappy Shang Qun is in his heart, he still smiles lightly on the surface...