Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Mrs. Lian, who had been talking happily about the Fu family's secrets just now, turned pale now.

"Mrs. Fu."

Ye Minqiu's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he reached out and patted her shoulder lightly: "Mr. Lian told me yesterday that he would participate in our Fu family's bidding for the development of the inner island."

Mrs. Lian quickly apologized and smiled: "Yes...yes."

Ye Minqiu curled his lips and said, "Don't bother Mr. Lien. We have already decided on a company to take over this project."

After saying that, she turned cold, took her god-like son on her arm, raised her chin slightly, maintained her usual arrogance, and left from the group of wealthy ladies.

Mrs. Lian's legs went weak. Someone reached out to support her and whispered: "Tell me about you. This is a charity dinner held by the Fu family. You must criticize Ye Minqiu here."

Even the wife was sweating: "You didn't remind me."

"We didn't even pay attention."

Mrs. Lian was completely panicked. With just a few words of praise, her husband lost a huge project. If this news reached her husband's ears, it would be over.

She found a wealthy lady who could speak a few words to Ye Minqiu, "Can you give me a nice word with Mrs. Fu? I mean what I say but I don't mean it."

The wealthy lady then went to find Ye Minqiu. Ms. Ye was cold and decisive, "There is no room for negotiation."

That Mrs. Lian gave up completely.

Within a few days, there was another wealthy family gossip in Haicheng. The 40-year-old Mr. Lian was making noises about divorcing his wife. The Lian family was not as powerful as the Fu family, and the media was following it indiscriminately.

I dare not eat the Fu family’s melons.

Don’t you even dare to eat the melons at home?

This is a later story.

In the private room of the cruise ship, Ye Minqiu was sitting on the sofa, reaching out and pressing his temples. Ye Minchun came over, expressing his grievances for his sister.

"Fu Xianyuan didn't treat you well when he was alive. Now that he's gone, he still drags you into being discussed in the spine. It really pisses me off..."

Before Ye Minqiu had time to stop her, she saw her son pushing the door open and entering.

Ye Minchun's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered to her sister: "Why is Nan Li here too? Didn't he never participate before?"

Ye Minqiu: "He didn't trust me, so he came together."

Ye Minchun smiled awkwardly at Fu Nanli. In any case, Fu Xianyuan was Fu Nanli's father. If she said bad things about his father, Nanli would always be unhappy.

"Well, I have some entertainment outside, so I'll go out first."

Fu Nanli brought a glass of champagne and handed it to his mother: "Drink a little. Don't take their words to heart."

Ye Minqiu sneered, "Do you think I care about rumors? At that time, your father had just left, and I was under so much pressure to become the person in charge of Zhonghuan. Which of those old men would obey me? Which one would not arrange for me from behind? ? Who wouldn’t say that I’m a show-off? You tried so many tricks to force me out of the board of directors. Your grandfather was immersed in the pain of losing his son and had no energy to help me. I had to bear it all by myself. If it didn’t collapse, it won’t collapse now.”

Fu Nanli put his hand on her shoulder and patted her gently, "I sent someone to investigate what happened back then."

Ye Minqiu was a little trembling.

She still underestimated her son.

She thought that Nan Li would be like her, and would rather be a coward when it came to Fu Xianyuan's reputation. If she didn't investigate, she wouldn't find out how unbearable the reality was.

Her son was still stronger than her after all, and no matter whether the truth was dark or not, he was ready to face it.