Fu Xingzhou's question left Sang Qiao dumbfounded.
Coincidentally, Sang Qiao was struggling to suck the last few sips of pearl milk tea. Inadvertently, a pearl got stuck in his throat, causing him to cough and choke for a long time.
Sang Qiao turned red from the suffocation, and with his thoughts running wild, he felt that Fu Xingzhou might be trying to choke him to inherit his eight million—
Though Fu Xingzhou probably didn't need that eight million.
Sang Qiao gripped the railing, prepared to readjust his posture.
Fu Xingzhou, who had been standing by, took a step forward, one hand on Sang Qiao's shoulder and the other patting his back.
Finally, the pearl that had attempted to harm Sang Qiao was dislodged.
Gratefully taking a deep breath, Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou with reverence, "Thank you, Director Fu, thank you, Director Fu!"
Fu Xingzhou fell silent for a moment and then removed his hand from Sang Qiao's shoulder.
Sang Qiao quickly put down the cup and, with sparkling eyes, said, "Director Fu, rest assured! As long as you don't divorce me, I will never abandon you. I will stand by you for a lifetime!"
Even if, by any chance, Fu Xingzhou couldn’t perform in that aspect as a diamond king.
Then he might just—
Find another sugar daddy with the money Fu Xingzhou gave him.
Hehehe.
Sang Qiao swiftly planned a million escape routes in his mind, almost convincing himself.
Remarkably, after hearing his words, Fu Xingzhou's expression miraculously softened a bit, and the heavy atmosphere had dissipated slightly.
Sang Qiao continued ingratiatingly, tugging at Fu Xingzhou's clothes, "Director Fu, it's late, did you come to see me?"
Fu Xingzhou remained solemn, "No, the program team invited me."
Raven, who was standing behind the training room door, wished to disappear on the spot: "......"
Which program team is so foolish, they made the boss come for a visit at four in the morning?
Luckily, rich people's filter made Fu Xingzhou's words very convincing.
Sang Qiao bit the straw, reluctantly believing: "Mr. Fu, are you also a sponsor of this variety show?"
Fu Xingzhou unusually patient: "Not only a sponsor, but also the largest stakeholder."
Sang Qiao exclaimed, envy showing on his face, "I heard Gao Ming and Jiang Kai say this program makes a lot of money, even earning tens of millions in advertising fees. Mr. Fu, you really know how to make money!"
Full of thought that Sang Qiao would have a request for him, but instead, Fu Xingzhou received a bunch of flattery: "..."
Sang Qiao didn't realize his flattery hit a sour note, he tugged at his Peppa Pig pajamas, as if suddenly remembering something, "Oh, Mr. Fu."
Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sang Qiao, "We are already married, you can call me by name."
Sang Qiao: "Oh."
Fu Xingzhou: "And you don't have to use 'you' to address me, I've already said this."
Sang Qiao: "Oh, right."
Fu Xingzhou: "What's the matter?"
Sang Qiao blinked, "I forgot."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Sang Qiao pretended, "You're so fierce."
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Although it was late at night, the training room was still well-lit, with no shadows, shining on Sang Qiao's vivid face.
His skin was unnaturally pale, faintly showing blue veins.
Fu Xingzhou suddenly remembered what the chief physician had told him before at the hospital.
"Mr. Fu, this patient is indeed very young, but his physical condition and age are asymmetrical from a medical perspective."
"What do you mean?"
"The problem with this patient is not just malnutrition. He has many old injuries, so we conducted a comprehensive physical examination."
"The results show that his lung lobes, spleen, and stomach all have some issues, some are traces of old chronic diseases that have self-healed, some are irreversible damage due to long-term dietary issues."
"So?"
"So we speculate that this patient may have been frequently beaten since childhood, perhaps domestic violence, or perhaps other forms of violence. The injuries also did not receive systematic treatment."
"Mr. Fu, forgive my bluntness. I have been practicing medicine for a long time, and it's rare these days to encounter patients with organ damage due to prolonged starvation."
Fu Xingzhou later thought about it alone for a long time and couldn't imagine how long he had been hungry to cause such serious illness.
After that.
Now.
After the complaint.
Fu Xingzhou really reflected on whether he had been too harsh just now.
Had he scared Sang Qiao?
Fu Xingzhou regretted a little, his voice softened a bit, "Money, pocket money, is it enough?"
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao was very excited, turned from the dance pole and eagerly asked, "Mr. Fu, do you want, no, are you going to give me pocket money?"
Fu Xingzhou was very pleased with Sang Qiao's eager expression at this moment and said, "You and I have a formal marriage relationship, so naturally, I should cover your expenses."
Sang Qiao never expected to dig into his own little golden treasury from Fu Xingzhou so soon: "Then how much are you giving me?"
Fu Xingzhou had never given anyone pocket money, and was not particularly adept at it for a while. He thought and said, "One million per week, enough?"
Sang Qiao: "!!!!"
One million per week, four weeks in a month!
Wouldn't that be five million in a month!
In two months, he could earn back the money he got from the Sang family!
I am ! master! of! the! universe!
Sang Qiao didn't even practice her dance or exercise her legs, and eagerly turned to Fu Xingzhou, repeatedly nodding her head: "Enough! From now on, you are my sugar daddy!"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Fu Xingzhou frowned, displeased with this title: "I am your husband."
Sang Qiao emphasized, "Okay, husband!"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Fu Xingzhou turned his head slightly, even his voice lowered: "Yes."
Sang Qiao completely ignored Fu Xingzhou's unease and proudly made several calculations in her heart, then cautiously asked, "But, Fu Xingzhou, if you give me one million every week…won't the Fu family go bankrupt?"
Fu Xingzhou: "..."
Fu Xingzhou felt somewhat helpless: "No, I won't."
Pausing for a moment, he added with deep meaning, "Your variety show has a rest day every two weeks, come home to rest on that day."
Sang Qiao didn't think much about the implications of this statement, and obediently bent down for the sake of money and power: "Okay, I'll go home every time I have a day off."
Fu Xingzhou was finally satisfied and changed the topic: "I will find time to explain to your agent again."
Sang Qiao looked puzzled: "Explain what to him?"
Fu Xingzhou said, "Explain that the reason we haven't publicly announced our marriage temporarily is for your development, not because I mind this marriage."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Is that so?
Well, regardless of whether Sang Qiao believed it or not, Raven did.
After all, he had been working with Fu Xingzhou for so many years and had never seen the boss act like this.
By this time, Fu Xingzhou's full-time driver had already gone home.
As Raven drove, he thought about whether Sang Qiao had manipulated the situation with their boss.
The black Cayenne drove from the office building used for recording all the way to the Third Ring Road. The night lights of the northern city made the asphalt road look very bright.
Leaning back in the back seat, Fu Xingzhou suddenly said, as if he had thought of something, "Raven, where did you go to high school?"
Raven couldn't immediately guess whether the boss intended to assess his business abilities or just wanted to chat, so he hesitated for two seconds before saying, "Mr. Fu, I'm not a local, I went to high school in my hometown."
Fu Xingzhou didn't say anything else.
With question marks in his mind about being asked, Raven tentatively added, "Are you thinking about your school days?"
Fu Xingzhou didn't confirm or deny, "Did you contact Sang Qiao's roommate, Gao Ming?"
Raven breathed a sigh of relief, "Contacted. Boss, he's just a small artist trying to get famous by following the trend, not very discerning. I've arranged to meet him at the hotel tomorrow without any hesitation."
Fu Xingzhou: "What time?"
Raven said, "Six o'clock in the afternoon. You have a quarterly meeting in the morning and a financing project in the afternoon tomorrow. How do you plan to deal with him? Should I contact the legal department in advance?"
Fu Xingzhou shook his head, "No need, have Ah Kai and them come over."
The words at the corner of Raven's mouth stalled, and he almost subconsciously glanced at the back seat of the car.
Through the window, the dark night lay outside.
Fu Xingzhou's expression was as cold as the night light outside.
Some matters in business are often not entirely black and white.
Especially in the early years when Fu Xingzhou had just returned to the Fu family, there were times when unconventional measures were necessary.
But in recent years, as Fu Xingzhou held a high position and with the lack of his original competitors, he became more reclusive, and those former tactics were rarely employed.
Raven really felt that it was unnecessary to go to such lengths for just a small artist and was about to speak up.
Fu Xingzhou spoke first, "I know what I'm doing."
That was the unspoken meaning.
Naturally, Raven wouldn't argue with Fu Xingzhou's intentions and quickly made the necessary contacts.
Even though it was late at night, the bar on the other end of the call was still bustling with activity.
The car happened to stop at a red light on the road.
Raven hung up the phone and said softly, "Boss, I know you want to solve this once and for all, but maybe if Mr. Sang finds out, he will worry."
Fu Xingzhou: "Then don't let him find out."
Raven: "..."
Alright, as long as you're happy.
The news of Gao Ming leaving the show didn't reach Sang Qiao until the third morning.
By the third afternoon.
After training with Jiang Kai, Sang Qiao returned to the dormitory and happened to run into Gao Ming packing his things by the bedside.
Jiang Kai, with sharp eyes, pulled Sang Qiao's arm and whispered, "Qiao, the clothes he's wearing are different from what he was wearing yesterday."
Sang Qiao, who didn't care what others wore: "??"
Jiang Kai pulled Sang Qiao out of the dorm room, "I heard from someone that he was trying to climb the social ladder, but it turns out the person on the other end is a lunatic."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang, really, is quite mad, take medicine, never abandon treatment, Qiao: feels like being insinuated.
Jiang Kai had a great passion and lifelong pursuit for gossip and continued, "This morning, Liu Yan saw Gao Ming coming back, and he said Gao Ming was completely wet, like he had just been rescued from drowning, very scary!"
Sang Qiao: "Wow."
Author's note: Mr. Fu asks three questions every day: Has my wife been touched today? Has my wife thought about me today? Has my wife fallen in love with me today?
Author: Don't you know what's going on in your heart?
Fu Dong: ...Heh.