Chapter: 12
"Boss Fu, I've had someone check it out. Miss Su doesn't seem to be in City A, and there is no trace of her."
Fu Yechuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his face became darker and darker.
Half an hour later, Fu deleted the article connoting Su Nan, and issued an apology, clarifying that it was a misunderstanding, but did not mention anything about their marriage.
However, this move had little effect. Fu Yechuan looked at the content on Su Nan's homepage, and the details about their life together were so close to him, yet so strange.
"Mr. Fu came back early today, happy..."
"It's raining. I don't know if Mr. Fu has an umbrella."
"Mr. Fu picked me up from get off work..."
"Breakfast for Mr. Fu..."
...
Fu Yechuan watched it subconsciously, and suddenly felt that the marriage of these three years was not a blank, but densely packed with this woman.
He didn't know her at all, and he had never participated in her happiness.
Every paragraph of her text is dominated by Mr. Fu, but the latest news is her statement issued at eight o'clock, which is emotionless.
It seems to be the end of this marriage!
There seemed to be a piece missing in the chest cavity, empty.
Fu Yechuan wanted to continue reading, but the page suddenly stopped moving, and after refreshing it, the news that he had just watched suddenly disappeared, and all of them were deleted, leaving only the solitary cold statement.
There is also a growing number of fans and comment retweets.
This is her attitude.
She just deleted it?
As if these three years never happened?
Fu Yechuan's chest was gloomy, his eyes were gloomy, and his heart seemed to be pinched hard.
Even if he digs three feet into the ground, he still wants to find him!
...
a month later.
At the dinner party for business celebrities in City A, the attendees are either rich or expensive, and almost all the upper class people are present.
The gathering was not open to the public, as early as a few streets away, bodyguards set up a card to block reporters from secretly taking pictures.
A luxurious Mercedes-Benz sports car slowly stopped at the entrance of the Walton Hotel. Fu Yechuan was full of aura and incomparable luxury. He was undoubtedly the focus of attention. He brought his female companion, Qiao Wanrou, to attend the ceremony grandly.
When Qiao Wanrou learned of Fu Yechuan's divorce, she was very excited. She knew that her chance had come.
But during this time, even if she was really sick, Fu Yechuan didn't even take a look at her.
It was not until Qiao Wanrou's uncle delivered the invitation to Qiao Wanrou that Qiao Wanrou could come here as Fu Yechuan's female companion.
The expensive custom-made dress, the lovely and pitiful posture, who wouldn't fall in love with a man seeing her?