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n60 Still Hoping For Luck

n“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.” Nangong Jue really had nothing to say to her.

n“Wait, don’t hang up,” He Rong called hurriedly. “Ah Jue, I have something serious to say. You divorced that bumpkin?”

nNangong Jue pinched his brow. “What bumpkin? She has a name.”

n“Whatever, that’s not important.” He Rong interrupted him impatiently. “So be it. I’ve already said that she’s not worthy of you, but you don’t like the women I found for you and insisted on registering your marriage with her… Alright, let’s not talk about the past. Now that Mengmeng is back, you should get along well with her and get married as soon as possible-” As she spoke, she raised her hand and looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist. It was a gift from Yan Zimeng. Although she didn’t lack these things, being able to give her such expensive things meant that the girl was sensible and willing to listen to her, her mother-in-law. She was much better than that country bumpkin.

n“It’s none of your business,” Nangong Jue interrupted coldly.

n“Why not? I’m your mother. I-” He Rong was still shouting, but she heard a beeping sound from the phone. She was so angry that she threw the phone again. This time, it hit the car window directly. As a result, the car window cracked.

nAt the Earl’s Club.

nWhen Fu Yunshen entered, Nangong Jue had already finished two bottles of red wine. He was enveloped in sorrow. Fu Yunshen could not help but look at Fang Ming at the door.

nFang Ming mouthed. Madam just called.

nFu Yunshen sighed slightly. Of course, he knew who Fang Ming was referring to. That Madam He was definitely a famous person. Everyone in the Imperial Capital knew about her. Unfortunately, such a reputation was an ironic existence. With such a mother… It was not easy for Ah Jue to get to where he was today.

nForget it, the last thing one could choose was their background.

nHe quickly composed himself and went in. “Damn, Raffy ’82, you’re drinking it like this? That’s a waste, isn’t it? You could have at least saved me some.” He sat down hurriedly and poured himself a glass.

n“Ah Shen, do you think someone like me shouldn’t have been born?” Nangong Jue looked up at Fu Yunshen. “If I wasn’t born, would I not have experienced those pains?”

nFu Yunshen sighed deeply, then reached out and patted Nangong Jue’s shoulder. “Ah Jue, you can’t think like that. As long as one is alive, there will be good and bad. Who hasn’t struggled through?”

nNangong Jue was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled sarcastically. Yes, it was all a struggle to get through. Hadn’t he gotten used to it over the years? Hadn’t he known for a long time that he was just a tool to her? Why did he still hope that she might actually care about him for once?

nAt this moment, the door opened and Yang Jinxuan walked in. “Why are you two here drinking so early?”

n“I have nothing to do.” Fu Yunshen smiled. “Why are you here?”

n“Mengmeng met the director and investors today to discuss the script. It’s next door. I heard that there’s someone here, so I came to take a look. It’s indeed you guys.” Yang Jinxuan walked over. “Ah Jue, aren’t you going to meet them?”

n“Why should I?” Nangong Jue looked up. He had restrained his emotions.

n“After all, Mengmeng is your… friend.” Yang Jinxuan frowned slightly. “If you go and meet her, you’ll be supporting her.”

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