By the evening banquet, since this was her first public appearance after returning to the country, she couldn’t afford to embarrass herself.
So she had specially gone to buy a full set of attire, all charged to Fu Sili’s card. After all, he was the one who had given her the card—why not use it?
“The millions weren’t wasted,” Fu Sili leaned against the car, watching the person walking toward him. Her delicate, pretty face lifted slightly as she smiled.
Fu Wanzhi touched the gemstone necklace around her neck and glanced at him. “Are you regretting the money now?”
“Spend as you like. The money is all yours,” Fu Sili opened the car door, waving his hand dismissively.
“Really? What about your wife then?” Fu Wanzhi lifted the hem of her dress and gracefully got into the car.
Fu Sili rested his hand on the car door, lowering his gaze to look at her, his voice dropping. “Don’t worry, Zhizhi. You’re the primary heir to all my assets.”
What primary heir? It was only because they were siblings.
“Where did you choose for the studio?” Fu Sili asked as he fastened his seatbelt.
“I took over an art gallery,” Fu Wanzhi replied, looking out the window.
Fu Sili said, “When are you planning to hold the opening ceremony?”
“I’m not planning to hold one. Even if I did, I wouldn’t invite you,” Fu Wanzhi enunciated each word deliberately, neither too harsh nor too soft.
Fu Sili drove as steadily as before, his elegant fingers resting loosely on the steering wheel. “How long do you plan to keep throwing this tantrum with your brother?”
“I’m not throwing a tantrum. I just don’t want to have too much to do with you. After all, I don’t really want to be your sister,” Fu Wanzhi explained earnestly.
She hated this title, but sometimes she couldn’t help but feel grateful for it.
“If you’re not my sister, then what are you to me?” Fu Sili tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips, not taking her words seriously, as if watching a child throw a fit.
Fu Wanzhi avoided the question. “If Dad doesn’t wake up, we might as well sever this relationship.”
If Father Fu were gone, the bond between them would disappear completely. She didn’t want to watch him get married and have children as his sister. She’d rather stay abroad forever and never return.
“Listening to you, little sister, it seems I must ensure Dad doesn’t die,” Fu Sili said flippantly. In truth, whether he lived or died didn’t matter much to him. It was just that there were things left unfinished, so he couldn’t die yet.
Fu Wanzhi couldn’t bear to listen any longer. “Don’t you hate me? If we sever ties, wouldn’t that be exactly what you want?”
“You’ve been away from this family for eight years, and now you want to cut ties completely?” Fu Sili found a moment to glance at her.
“Brother, have you forgotten? It was you who made me leave,” Fu Wanzhi stared at him, a faint, mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
They had already arrived at the banquet venue. Fu Sili stepped on the brake, ignoring her words. “Get out. We’ll talk about this later.”
Without looking back, Fu Wanzhi opened the car door and walked inside. The Cheng family had spared no expense for this banquet, as they had invited many important figures.
As a result, security at the entrance was extremely strict. No one without an invitation was allowed inside.
“Very well, Director Fu, Miss Fu. Grandfather Fu is already inside. Please proceed this way,” the security guard checked the invitation and respectfully gestured for Fu Sili and Fu Wanzhi to enter.
“Don’t wander off later. Stay with us. I’ll introduce you to some people,” Fu Sili grabbed Fu Wanzhi’s wrist as she was about to walk away, his tone calm and steady.
Fu Wanzhi did not speak, which was essentially a tacit agreement, because she saw the president and members of the Artists Association inside the venue. Running a studio would inevitably require dealing with these people, but given the Fu family’s status, it should be them who took the initiative to approach her.