"What do you mean?" Warners frowned slightly, with an obvious look of suspicion in his eyes.
Fang Lihui unfolded his folding fan, covering most of his face, "It is indeed a good thing to do your best, but if you hang around all day long, it is really exhausting. Miss Sasan, have you ever thought that everyone knows that my cousin is Why is he such an extraordinary business genius trying his best to hold a position that should be easy for him?"
Warners stared blankly at the person opposite him. His face was half-hidden under the gentle swing of the folding fan, making it unclear, but his voice fell exactly in her ears.
"My cousin has the acumen as a businessman, but he is too sharp, which makes him a little more sentimental than he should be. The market is changing rapidly, and making decisions will only harm yourself in the end. The position of the head of the Fang family, in fact, It doesn’t suit him.”
In a short while, Warners' expression returned to its original state, and she reached out to pick up the tea cup in front of her.
"The tea is cold, let me change it for Miss Sassan." Fang Lihui picked up the teapot, but Warners ignored him and took a sip of the tea. "It is indeed a good tea, and the temperature for brewing it is just right. It's a pity that it's cold." ”
After she finished speaking, she sighed, with a hint of helpless loneliness in her expression, "It's not the right time after all."
Warners meant something, so how could Fang Lihui not hear what she meant?
If Warners met Fang Liren before he became the head of the family, they might be a match made in heaven.
It's a pity that they met too late. Fang Liren has already become a prisoner of the family head and has become the most powerful puppet of the Fang family. If he wants to embrace his sweetheart, he has to break free from the shackles and become a bloody mess.
And Warners stood on the top of the mountain called the Lady of Persia, receiving all the attention, but could not jump down from the top of the mountain and die for the one she loved.
People like them are only suitable for wearing a mask called respectability and wandering among intrigues.
The so-called elopement is just the tip of the iceberg that the world can see when the mask is occasionally pulled off.
However, icebergs are icebergs, and they will eventually stand in the distance, remaining unmoved despite being watched by millions of people, remaining as cold as ever despite wind and rain, and becoming an insurmountable existence in the minds of the world.
Fang Zilan looked at Zhuge Yu who was sorting out the documents, and said jokingly: "A Yu, you asked me for a position before, wasn't it to escape from the rehearsal of a social drama?"
Zhuge Yu put the documents on the desk and talked to her while sorting them into categories, "I think Sister Lan has read the script of the social opera, but there are only a few scenes that are not troublesome. Why should I run away?"
Fang Zilan came close to Zhuge Yu, "Then A Yu doesn't want me to go, so he's holding me back under the guise of many affairs?"
"Sister Lan, since His Majesty believes in you, then you must live up to this trust." Zhuge Yu stopped his movements and said seriously: "Things have their own priorities, and having many government affairs is not an excuse for me to hold you back."
"So Ayu wants me to get started as soon as possible so that you can go on business with His Majesty and find a better position?" Fang Zilan looked calm and took the top document.
Zhuge Yu clasped her restless wrist through his sleeves, "It's good that Sister Lan knows, don't cause trouble."
"Really?" Fang Zilan did not break away from his hand, but lightly tapped the document she was holding down with her fingers, "Ayu, this is last month's report, you put it in the wrong place."
Hearing this, Zhuge Yuwu loosened his hand and took out the document that was under Fang Zilan's hand. He held the document in his hand and composed himself, speechless for a long time.
Fang Zilan looked at the document he was holding tightly. The thin wrinkles spread from the place where his palm exerted force. The wrinkled texture concealed twists and turns of his mind. She said with determination, "A Yu, there is something on your mind."
Zhuge Yu remained silent and did not speak. Fang Zilan reached out and grabbed the other corner of the document, "If you don't want to tell, you might as well let me guess."
She looked as if nothing had happened and used her hands secretly, "Your Majesty doesn't want to see me participate in the New Year's social drama, right?"
Zhuge Yu's fingers loosened a little, and the document fell into her hand, with obvious finger marks on it.
"If this is the case, please tell your majesty, Ayu." Fang Zilan ran her fingers over the folds, stretched the paper with a little force, and the folds became lighter, "I will not leave anyone behind in the New Year's social drama. Even if I pretend to be a monster, I must be the only one in history."
Zhuge Yu's expression relaxed a little, "It's not that I don't believe you. But Sister Lan, you also need to know that this matter is not a child's play. The nine princes were awarded the title in front of everyone in the court, but you were awarded the title of Duke of Yue. Only His Majesty's imperial edict is known to the world. Despite His Majesty's eloquent words, there are rumors in the capital that you have been criticized. Why do you need to act in a social drama with the dignity of a minister and make people laugh? Your Majesty intends to ask you to escort you during the spring hunting. As you cross the country The public’s first public appearance shocked the world.”
"If someone deliberately humiliates me, even if I don't participate in the social drama, there are still other traps waiting for me, which I can't avoid." Fang Zilan shrugged indifferently, "Who is behind the scenes? No one is talking about it? How others talk about it, I I can’t control it. What’s more, it was the same when I was granted the title of Duke of the Northern Kingdom and went to the north. It was just a piece of edict. I’m used to it and I don’t care.”
"Sister Lan said this, but she still holds a grudge?" Zhuge Yu frowned slightly as if he was dissatisfied, and Fang Zilan chuckled, "Your Majesty, I can't thank you enough for your kindness, so how dare I hold a grudge? To me, these false gifts are nothing. It doesn’t matter, as long as we hold real power, that’s enough.”
"Do you have real power?" Zhuge Yu repeated this sentence in a low voice without saying more.
After a while, Warners stood up and looked down at Fang Lihui.
She still looks like the daughter of a high-ranking Persian wealthy family, and her inviolable and reserved posture has not changed at all. "I have tasted the tea, Mr. Fang is interested. From then on, there is no more personal relationship between Sasanian Persia and the Fang family of Dajing. In the future, When we meet in the business world, everyone is chasing profits based on their abilities, and I won’t show mercy.”
Fang Lihui looked up at the dazzling person in front of him, and seemed to understand why Fang Liren would rather offend the prime minister's daughter than elope.
He also stood up, put away his folding fan, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully, "Fang Lihui has recorded what Miss Sasan said today."
"Mr. Fang, see you later." Warners put down these words, turned around and left.
Fang Lihui stood up straight and looked at Warners's retreating back, sighing in a low voice: "Destiny is really ruthless, and you can't control it at all."
However, in just a moment, he returned to his carefree and cynical look, gently swinging his folding fan and leaning on the railing to look down, wandering around the world to see the stunning scenery.
