A lesson for Fu Ren?

What am I thinking?

How could he possibly discipline his younger brother, who grew up with him and shares the same surname, for my sake?

Orphans like them cherish the bond of mutual dependence; although they are not related by blood, they are closer than siblings.

How could I, his second wife, compare to his brother?

I clenched my teeth tightly, my fingertips digging deep into my palms, trying to suppress the bitter and aggrieved feeling.

“Fu Yanshen, it was your younger brother who tampered with Qiaoqiao’s brakes. He just admitted it himself!”

Ji Yan, who was standing next to me, raised his voice and said to Fu Yanshen.

I understood the unspoken message in his words: Let's see how you deal with him!

From a short distance away, Fu Yanshen glanced in their direction, his pale, handsome face expressionless.

He then turned to face Fu Ren.

Under the lights, the man stood tall and his shadow stretched long. He looked at Fu Ren and gestured with his hands in sign language that I couldn't understand.

This is the first time I've known that Fu Yanshen can use sign language.

From my angle, I could only see his and Fu Ren's profiles; I couldn't make out their expressions.

I can't understand what they're talking about.

Fu Ren looked at him and nodded.

Fu Yanshen's jawline protruded, and his aura became noticeably colder. He gestured with his fingers and stared intently at Fu Ren.

Fu Ren became agitated, and while using sign language, he glanced at me a few times with disgust in his eyes.

I can roughly guess that Fu Yanshen was asking him why he hurt me.

But I don't know what Fu Ren said.

Fu Yanshen took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, looked in my direction, and loudly ordered the bodyguard beside me:

"Take Madam to the car."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned around and lit a cigarette with his back to me.

Sure enough, he protected his brother again.

They want me to go back to the car, isn't that just an attempt to smooth things over?

“Hey Fu, Qiaoqiao is someone I brought.” At this moment, Ji Yan stepped forward and announced to Fu Yanshen.

The implication was, what right does he have to send me away?

Fu Yanshen turned to look at him, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling up under the lamplight.

"Mr. Ji, this is our family matter." He said indifferently, his tone cold.

Ji Yan scoffed, "Family matters... Do you even consider Qiao Qiao family? Your sister framed her, and what did you do for her? This brother of yours messed with Qiao Qiao's brakes, almost killing her. You didn't even investigate, and now that I've brought him to justice, you're trying to protect him—"

His tone grew increasingly indignant, "Qiaoqiao and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Her business is my business. You don't care about her business, but I do! I'm going to take charge of this tonight and teach this kid a lesson. Don't you dare try to stop me!"

Listening to Ji Yan's words, my nose tingled with emotion, and I couldn't tell whether it was from being touched or feeling heartbroken.

He was telling Fu Yanshen that even if he didn't protect me, his childhood friend would.

His words were like slaps to my face, as if saying: Sheng Qiaoqiao, that's the man you insisted on marrying despite everyone's objections.

In his eyes, you have no weight whatsoever.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and stared at the man not far away who was puffing out smoke. Through the blue smoke, I could see that he was looking at me too.

I glared at him resentfully.

"Ji Yan, let's go back." I turned around and said to Ji Yan.

My voice is so hoarse.

"Go back? This can't be left like this. Damn it, if you weren't lucky, you would have died long ago, you know?" Ji Yan grabbed my arm and said loudly.

He had said this to me before, but this time, he was clearly saying it to Fu Yanshen.

It's no use. Even if I die, he won't care.

Ji Yan pulled me to leave, but as soon as I turned around, I saw Fu Yanshen stub out his cigarette, walk to Fu Ren's side, grab him by the back of his collar, and drag him toward the warehouse.

Fu Ren's men all followed, carrying baseball bats, intending to attack Fu Yanshen, but Fu Ren turned and gave the white-skinned boy a wink.

The white boy turned around, made a gesture, and everyone put down their baseball bats.

It's clear that Fu Ren greatly respects his elder brother, Fu Yanshen.

Ji Yan pulled me forward, saying, "Let's go take a look."

We tried to squeeze into the warehouse, but Fu Ren's men stopped us. Ji Yan, holding a golf club, pointed at them and forced me inside.

As soon as I entered, I saw Fu Yanshen holding a baseball bat in one hand, swinging it toward Fu Ren's head.

Fu Ren staggered a few steps, straightened up, shook his head slightly, put the fallen hearing aid back on his ear, and looked at Fu Yanshen.

With a loud bang, Fu Yanshen threw down the baseball bat.

His chest heaved, and he began to sign for Fu Ren again, his eyes fixed on him.

Fu Ren was very agitated, as if he were refuting him, gesturing incessantly with his hands.

Fu Yanshen pursed his thin lips, his expression cold and stern, and nodded.

He strode forward and slammed Fu Ren onto a table.

His movements were swift and decisive, exuding a bandit-like air.

Fu Ren was lying face down on a table, his head turned to the side, half of his cheek pressed against the table, and one of his arms was bent and pressed down on the table by Fu Yanshen.

Even from a few steps away, I could clearly see Fu Ren's expression: anger, confusion, sadness, and disappointment.

His eyes remained fixed on Fu Yanshen.

Fu Yanshen's expression, however, was one of cold indifference.

At this moment, everyone sighed.

I then noticed that Fu Yanshen had somehow acquired a silver dagger in his hand.

He pressed down on Fu Ren's palm with one hand, the sharp tip of the knife stuck into the table, and then, like a guillotine, cruelly sliced ​​off Fu Ren's little finger.

I tensed up in fright, and then a hand covered my eyes.

It was Ji Yan's hand.

"Damn, that's ruthless."

The man beside him gasped and whispered.

I inexplicably removed his hand.

At first glance, it was a blood-red cross-section of a severed finger. I shuddered and felt a chill run down my spine, as if my own finger had been severed. I hissed and gasped for breath.

Fu Ren remained silent, lying there with his mouth open, looking at Fu Yanshen as if he wanted to say something, his aggrieved eyes glistening with tears.

Fu Yanshen threw the blood-stained dagger onto the table, gave him a sign, and turned away indifferently.

I froze, completely stunned.

I've witnessed Fu Yanshen's ruthlessness before, like last time when he kicked Shen Yu's manhood and broke it. But this Fu Ren is his brother, whom he treats like a sibling...

"Well, at least he's a man."

Ji Yan's voice brought me back to my senses. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the warehouse door.

He thought Fu Yanshen did this for me?

Yeah?

I was too weak to think. The image of him cruelly cutting off one of Fu Ren's fingers still made my heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Madam, Mr. Fu's car is over there, please."

As soon as I stepped out of the warehouse, Fu Yanshen's bodyguard greeted me with utmost respect.