The domineering president meets her

Su Yin, who was still struggling, felt him pause.

Looking up from his arms, I saw a white-haired old man sitting in the living room. He looked full of energy and vigor as he sat on a vintage carved rosewood chair, watching the TV program on the big screen leisurely.

"Hmm~"

A cough woke Su Yin, who was hiding in Fu Shi's arms, up instantly. Her ears turned red, and she quickly pushed Fu Shi's hard chest and struggled to get out of his arms.

Before Su Yin could react, Fu Shi, who was holding her hand, spoke first: "Dad, why are you here?"

"I can't come to my own son's house? Or do I have to report before coming?"

Old Master Fu stood still, but turned his wrist, and the Buddhist beads slipped into his wrist. The mahogany color was covered with pulp, and it glowed under the warm orange light. Those eyes that had seen years, just a glance at Su Yin, Su Yin was inexplicably suppressed by the old man's aura, and felt that his heart skipped a beat. This look was not kind.

Just as she was about to let go of Fu Shi's hand, the bastard held it tightly as if to embarrass her, and said indifferently

"Dad, you misunderstood. Come here so I can arrange for someone to pick you up."

He turned to look at Su Yin, then continued to speak to the old man: "Dad, this is Su Yin."

After saying this, he let go of Su Yin's hand, looked at her encouragingly, and motioned for Su Yin to go forward and greet her father.

Su Yin stepped forward and bowed slightly politely: "Hello, uncle."

Old Master Fu frowned and glanced at Su Yin unhappily, but he quickly retracted his gaze, as if he didn't care. He turned to look at Fu Shi and said, "Son, I forgot my high blood pressure medicine in the room. Go upstairs and get it."

Fu Shi: "Okay, I'll ask the servant to get it."

As he said that, he picked up the phone and dialed.

At this time, Old Master Fu was thinking deeply: "Don't bother, I suddenly remembered that I seem to have eaten just now."

Su Yin had no idea what the father and son were talking about, so she didn't dare to say anything and just stood there, not daring to move.

The butler placed tea and snacks in blue-glazed peacock cups on the table.

Mr. Fu lowered his head and played with the jade ring on his thumb. He took a sip of tea and glanced at his son who was holding Su Yin's hand tightly. After a while, he spoke: "You are tired from work, go to bed early."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Fu Shi: “Yes.”

Holding Su Yin's hand, he went upstairs.

When he reached the corner, he found that no servants were following him.

Su Yin didn't pretend anymore. She immediately shook off Fu Shi's hand and walked to the bedroom door first. Then she turned around and blocked the door, saying bluntly: "Starting tonight, you will sleep in the guest room. You are not welcome here."

Fu pretended to look miserable and raised his hands above his head like a gentleman to show his surrender.

Su Yin didn't buy his tricks at all, and changed her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book: "I won't let you in no matter what, don't even think about it!"

As soon as I closed the door, there was a knock on it.

Su Yin shouted through the door: "What?"

"I can't sleep without a pillow."

Su Yin picked up his pillow, opened the door and threw it directly at his face, then quickly closed the bedroom door with a bang.

"Knock knock knock~" The door was knocked again.

Su Yin, who had just turned around, came to the door and said fiercely through the door: "What's wrong again?"

"I want the same pillow you sleep on."

Seeing the man acting like a scoundrel at the door, Su Yin ignored him and took out a small suitcase to pack her clothes.

"Knock knock knock~"

Su Yin ignored him, but the person knocking on the door seemed unwilling to give up and kept knocking intermittently.

The noise annoyed Su Yin, who was packing her clothes. She picked up her pillow, opened the door and threw it out without even looking at the person. She angrily scolded him, "Didn't I tell you to sleep in the guest room? Why are you still knocking here?"

"Miss Su." The servant brought by Mr. Fu took the pillow and called out.

Su Yin stopped and nodded, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The servant said respectfully but with a hint of distance: "The old man asked you to go there alone."

Fu Shi hurried to catch up, and the servant lowered his head to block his way: "Master, the master only wants to see Miss Su."

Su Yin was stunned, and said to Fu Shi who wanted to catch up, "Don't worry."

……

I followed the servant through the corridor, down the stairs and around the back garden.

"Master, Miss Su is here." The servant stood at the door, very respectful.

Su Yin took a look and didn't expect that the innermost room in the back garden was actually a study. And Mr. Fu was not sleeping now, but practicing calligraphy in the study.

"Yes." Mr. Fu took the brush and wrote on the rice paper. He said without turning his head, "Come in."

When Su Yin entered the study for the first time, the first thing that caught her eye was the rows of towering bookshelves. There were all kinds of books, and the number was frightening. However, the heavy black bookshelves cast a gloomy shadow, as if an invisible pressure was gripping her.

She retracted her gaze, stood behind Master Fu, and greeted him politely, "Uncle, hello."

The old man didn't say anything, and she didn't rush to ask. Because she was raised by Aunt Li, she instinctively respected the elderly.

After a long while, Master Fu took off his reading glasses, and without even looking at her, he placed the wolf-hair brush in his hand on the five-peaked brush holder and said, "Come and see, how is your handwriting?"

Su Yin walked over and stood next to Mr. Fu.

I once heard Secretary Leng say that Mr. Fu’s calligraphy was worth a thousand gold coins per word.

In addition to pleasing him, his calligraphy can be said to have the style of a great master, and many people flock to buy it to collect and show off.

On the white rice paper, the handwriting is vigorous, like a dancing dragon and a dancing phoenix, and it is written in a majestic and magnificent voice: He who knows others is wise; he who knows himself is enlightened.

Su Yin stood aside after reading it.

"How is it?" Mr. Fu asked her again.

Su Yin nodded and said with a smile: "Uncle's calligraphy is good, and the meaning is even better."

There was a hint of surprise in Mr. Fu's eyes.

Today was the first time he met her in person. She looked a hundred percent more mature and steady than on TV, and he didn't expect that she spoke without any flattery or affectation.

He originally thought that Su Yin was just relying on her good looks to get close to his son, but he didn't expect that the daughter of a gangster was so thoughtful and actually understood his reminder.

"It's good that you understand. The Fu family has a century-old reputation, and the most important thing is to match the family background." Old Master Fu reminded her again earnestly, his tone better than before.

Su Yin knew that Mr. Fu didn't like her, especially because of her father's identity and the things he did. But Su Yin didn't feel ashamed, because she knew that as a child, she had no chance to choose her own background, and only through her own efforts could she change her fate.

Mr. Fu picked up the pen again and asked casually, "I heard from Secretary Leng that you and my son have been dating for almost a year. Why are you still so quiet?"

This time, Su Yin finally learned what it meant to be enlightened in just a few words.