Fang Yuan said with cold eyes, "I know. He brought this upon himself, so he can't blame me. I already made my decision when I got the documents. Even though he's my brother, he can't blame me for being heartless after doing something so insane."
A flash of resolve crossed her eyes as she handed another document to Jiang Cheng.
She said with a choked voice, "This was found by Liu Ming when he was cleaning out Fang Wende's office. When Zhou Yings Father had his accident back then, he also played a part in pushing things from behind the scenes."
Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly. He finally understood why Fang Yuan was so heartless and wanted to use him to destroy Fang Wende.
This was indeed an irreconcilable grudge.
Just then, the Waitress began serving the food, interrupting their conversation.
Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to look at the documents on the table. With Fang Yuan's explanation,
as he looked through them now, Jiang Cheng finally saw the tricks hidden within.
In fact, if they just waited two more days, Company Name would be unable to hold on, and the acquisition would naturally fall into place.
But he also knew that if you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow back when the spring breeze blows.
To take over Fang Wende's company, everything had to be done flawlessly.
Originally, there was still a layer of kinship between Fang Wende, Zhou Ying, and Fang Yuan, which made things a bit difficult for Jiang Cheng.
He had originally been considering whether he was taking things too far.
But looking at it now, this document had arrived at just the right time.
By sending Fang Wende straight to prison, wouldn't all his worries be gone?
After finishing, Jiang Cheng looked up at Fang Yuan.
He noticed her eyes were red and puffy; she had clearly been crying today.
He thought she must have suddenly found out about this and couldn't accept it for a moment. With Zhou Ying not by her side right now, siblings turning against each other was indeed a heartbreaking matter.
After a few stir-fried dishes were served, the Waitress said to Jiang Cheng and Fang Yuan, "You two, we have cold beer here. Should I open some for you?"
Looking at the spicy red stir-fry on the table, Fang Yuan asked Jiang Cheng, "Jiang Cheng, can you drink?"
Jiang Cheng nodded. "I can. Open a few bottles."
After the Waitress left, Fang Yuan picked up her glass alone, gave a symbolic clink against Jiang Cheng's glass on the table, and began to drink.
She looked like she was trying to drown her sorrows in wine.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng placed a piece of chicken into Fang Yuan's bowl.
He said comfortingly, "Auntie, don't think too much. Have some food."
Fang Yuan nodded, picked it up, took a few bites, and said to Jiang Cheng, "It's delicious."
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "Since you like it, then eat heartily."
"Thank you, Jiang Cheng. If it weren't for you, I might have been completely helpless with my current abilities regarding this matter."
"Auntie, we're all family. Like I said before, if you have trouble, just say so. Don't push yourself too hard."
Fang Yuan forced a bitter smile and raised her glass to Jiang Cheng. "Have a drink with me."
Jiang Cheng picked up his glass and clinked it with Fang Yuan's.
The meal lasted for over an hour. During that time, Fang Yuan drank quite a bit of beer.
Soon, her face began to flush bright red.
Her speech also started to become slurred.
Although Jiang Cheng had also drunk a lot, his alcohol tolerance was no longer that of an ordinary person.
With this kind of low-alcohol drink, he wouldn't feel dizzy even after several bottles.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Cheng naturally summoned Wang Sheng.
"Auntie, it's past nine. Let's go back."
"O... Okay."
Jiang Cheng picked up the things on the table and began to support Fang Yuan as they walked toward the door.
After paying at the front desk, he saw that Wang Sheng had already walked in.
"Chairman Jiang."
After speaking, Wang Sheng glanced at Jiang Cheng and then at Fang Yuan, who was leaning halfway in Jiang Cheng's arms.
A hint of envy immediately appeared in his eyes.
That look left Jiang Cheng speechless.
Regardless of whether Fang Yuan was actually drunk or not,
even if she was, Jiang Cheng wouldn't make a move in this situation.
Not to mention, is a dead fish even any fun?
It just wasn't necessary.
With his current net worth, what kind of woman couldn't he have?
Why bother imitating Kris Wu?
Glared at by Jiang Cheng, Wang Sheng immediately retracted his thoughts and said solemnly, "Young Master Jiang, why don't I take over?"
When he said that, Jiang Cheng gave him another speechless roll of the eyes.
Having received two eye-rolls, Wang Sheng felt a bit confused.
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and then immediately jogged ahead of Jiang Cheng to open the car door.
After helping Fang Yuan inside, Jiang Cheng thoughtfully adjusted her seat so she could sit more comfortably.
Once in the car, Jiang Cheng handed the documents Fang Yuan had given him to Wang Sheng.
"These are documents from Fang Wende's company. Look into what's going on with them. If they're real, then send him in."
"I understand, Young Master Jiang."
After Wang Sheng finished speaking, he waved to a man wearing a baseball cap not far away.
Seeing this, the man immediately jogged over.
After handing him the documents, Wang Sheng leaned in and whispered a few words into his ear before also getting into the car.
Wangjiang Residence was very close to Taikoo Li. In about ten minutes, Jiang Cheng had escorted Fang Yuan upstairs.
Although Fang Yuan was drunk, Jiang Cheng noticed a very detailed action.
Even in this state, she could still clearly state the code for the house's smart lock.
Originally, Jiang Cheng had intended to use his own fingerprint to unlock it.
When he bought the place last time, Jiang Cheng had already registered his fingerprint.
He just didn't know if Zhou Ying had mentioned this to Fang Yuan.
After opening the door, Jiang Cheng expertly helped Fang Yuan onto the sofa in the living room and then poured her a glass of water.
Looking at Fang Yuan, whose face was flushed from the alcohol, Jiang Cheng asked, "Auntie, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Hearing this, Fang Yuan looked up at Jiang Cheng with a drunken gaze. "Can you help me to bed?"
Jiang Cheng naturally didn't refuse such a helpful request.
Not only did he not refuse, but he also subconsciously picked Fang Yuan up in a princess carry.
Jiang Cheng swore he absolutely didn't do it on purpose; it was just that upon hearing the word "bed," he had instinctively pounced.
But since he was already holding her, Jiang Cheng didn't act shy. He directly carried Fang Yuan toward the bedroom.
In fact, Fang Yuan wasn't completely drunk.
Her mind was still clear, but her body wasn't quite following orders.
The moment she was picked up by Jiang Cheng, an inexplicable emotion welled up deep within her.
She felt as if she had returned to her youth.
Back then, she wasn't married yet, hadn't experienced so many things, and was still a carefree girl.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold out.
Especially now, she actually felt that a man's embrace was so warm and so captivating.