Chapter 125: How Much Do You Think He

"Whether to accept the family Marriage Alliance is President Fu's own decision."

"Lord Fu, instead of urging me, should consider why President Fu refuses to accept the family Marriage Alliance."

"I am only a Psychologist, and I consider myself lacking the ability to sway President Fu's decision."

Lu Xiwán spoke, leisurely took out the blood‑pressure monitor, and began a routine examination on Fu Mingcheng.

Her words could not have been clearer.

Fu Mingcheng, however, refused to follow up and instead began to speak of his own hardships.

"My health gets worse One Day after another, A Jue is busy with company matters all day, and has no spare thoughts for personal affairs with children; he simply can't attend to them."

"Moreover, the Fu Clan is now preparing to advance into overseas markets."

"Yun Ruojin, as the Yun Family's eldest daughter, truly likes A Jue."

"Marrying into the Yun Family is undoubtedly a correct choice, good for the Fu Family and good for A Jue as well."

"And you are just a background‑less psychological consultant."

"I recall you also have a child?"

Fu Mingcheng's wording grew increasingly sharp, as if he hadn't expected Lu Xiwán to be so unflappable.

His gaze toward him also became exceedingly sharp.

Under the pressing aura, Lu Xiwán still smiled brightly while recording Fu Mingcheng's physical condition.

When he mentioned Xi Xi, Lu Xiwán's smile softened at the corner of her mouth, "You have also met Xi Xi, I suppose."

"What about the child's father?"

Fu Mingcheng's tone carried no emotion, even tinged with a hint of threat.

Hearing that, Lu Xiwán finally lifted her head, stared directly into Fu Mingcheng's eyes, and said word for word, "That is my privacy."

"You are not in a position to know."

Her unassuming yet dignified demeanor, unmoving as eight winds, was exactly like Fu Sijue's.

Fu Mingcheng was slightly stunned, his complexion turning completely dark.

"I don't care whose child it is."

"The Fu Family will not accept a woman with a child as a future young lady; leaving A Jue now with money is your best choice."

"Miss Xi is a smart person and should understand the timing and circumstances."

Lu Xiwán put away the blood‑pressure monitor, her smile becoming even brighter.

"Then what do you think, how much is President Fu worth in your heart?"

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, Fu Mingcheng choked on the sentence and had nothing to say.

"In other words, how much money would you be willing to give me for President Fu?" Lu Xiwán looked at Fu Mingcheng with a hint of amusement.

These people always think money can solve every problem.

"If I were with him for money, I should cling even tighter to that thigh."

"Leaving for a little money—do you think I would be that foolish?"

Lu Xiwán thoughtfully handed Lord Fu a glass of water, appearing completely indifferent to what he said.

"You!"

Fu Mingcheng's angry beard trembled.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

How could Fu Sijue have become blind to this woman?!

"Relax, emotional agitation can also affect health."

"It was just a joke; why are you taking it seriously?"

Lu Xiwán didn't want to cause extra trouble, nor did she want to anger Fu Mingcheng into a serious issue.

Although Fu Mingcheng kept berating Fu Sijue verbally, his concern for Fu Sijue was not false.

As a Psychologist, insight into people's hearts is Lu Xiwán's instinct.

Lu Xiwán could easily sense this concern.

"I understand your feelings, but he also has the right to choose for himself."