Chapter 17 Tearing apart the scheming woman, so satisfying!

A nameless anger mixed with irritation surged into his heart in an instant.

He almost gritted his teeth as he dialed Lin Qi's number again, his voice low and cold:

"Find your wife, and bring her to me immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, Fu Beichen suppressed his irritation and turned to walk back into the crowd.

However, after taking only two steps, he sensed that something was wrong on the deck.

The guests who were originally scattered around watching the fireworks suddenly gathered in one direction, talking excitedly as if they were watching some major event.

"What happened?"

"It seems like the eldest daughter of the Sheng family and Actress Jiang had a fight!"

"No way? In this kind of setting?"

Fu Beichen felt a chill run down his spine and quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd.

In the center of the crowd, Sheng Weiwei was confronting Jiang Kexin with a furious expression.

The atmosphere was tense and fraught with danger.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound broke the noise.

Immediately afterwards, Sheng Weiwei pointed her hand, and dozens of photos were scattered into the air like snowflakes, drifting down in a flurry.

The photo clearly shows Jiang Kexin and Gu Shaoheng in an intimate pose, with Jiang Kexin practically pressed against Gu Shaoheng.

Although discerning people can see that many of the photos are taken from odd angles and have obvious "misalignment" suspicions.

But such a chaotic scene is enough to ignite everyone's gossip instincts.

"Isn't this Actress Jiang the fiancée of President Fu? How did she get involved with Second Young Master Gu?"

"Today is the Fu family's home turf, and Jiang Kexin is too audacious."

The crowd began to discuss it.

Sheng Weiwei's voice was sharp and sarcastic, filled with undisguised anger and contempt as she spoke:

"Jiang Kexin, have you no shame? Don't you know where you are? This is the Fu family's anniversary banquet! Don't you know who you are? How dare you touch my man, Sheng Weiwei's man?"

Jiang Kexin was clearly flustered and quickly tried to explain:

“Miss Sheng, you’ve misunderstood. Mr. Gu and I were just discussing a brand endorsement, not what the photos show.”

Sheng Weiwei sneered, stepped forward and slapped Jiang Kexin hard and loudly, leaving her stunned.

Five clear finger marks quickly appeared on her fair cheek.

"Who in Haicheng doesn't know that Gu Shaoheng is my fiancé, Sheng Weiwei? How dare you blatantly seduce him in front of so many people? Do you think my Sheng family is easy to bully and that you don't respect me, Sheng Weiwei?"

Jiang Kexin was terrified, tears welled up instantly, and she covered her face, shaking her head desperately.

"No! Miss Sheng, please let me explain! I have no feelings for Young Master Gu!"

She looked around in a panic, trying to seek help, but all she met were curious, disdainful, or gloating glances.

"We...we were just talking about work! Really!"

She was so anxious that she couldn't speak coherently, and her voice was trembling.

At this moment, she was speechless, and those photos were like irrefutable evidence, nailing her to the pillar of shame.

Suddenly, she rushed to Gu Shaoheng, grabbed his arm as if he were her last lifeline.

"Young Master Gu, quickly explain to Miss Sheng! We didn't do anything! We were just discussing work, right? Tell me!"

Gu Shaoheng's expression was also very unpleasant. He frowned, shook off Jiang Kexin's hand, and spoke with a hint of indifference.

"Sheng Weiwei, stop fooling around, there are so many people watching."

Sheng Weiwei walked up to him, raised her beautiful, bloodshot eyes, and sneered:

"Gu Shaoheng! Even at a time like this, you're still defending her?"

Gu Shaoheng: "..."

"I really didn't expect that you little celebrities would be so shameless as to seduce a brand for a worthless endorsement? Where is your professional ethics? Where is your bottom line? Have they all been eaten by dogs?"

Every word Sheng Weiwei said was like a knife, stabbing deeply into Jiang Kexin's heart and into the ears of all the onlookers.

Jiang Kexin completely broke down. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were swollen and red, and her tears were mixed with humiliation. She was a complete mess.

At this point, she became the target of public criticism, her agent was not around, and her family background was not strong.

Now she has become the most explosive "gossip" at this lavish party, a live-streamed case of social humiliation.

The surrounding chatter grew louder.

"Tsk tsk, I never expected that an award-winning actress would have to make money this way..."

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. They're going to such lengths for resources, aren't they?"

"The eldest daughter of the Sheng family has quite the temper; she just went straight for it!"

"This is going to be interesting. I wonder how Young Master Fu will handle this..."

"Enough!"

A cold voice rang out, carrying a powerful aura that instantly drowned out the noise in the room.

It's Fu Beichen.

Fu Beichen's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Looking at the chaotic scene before him, and at Jiang Kexin, who was crying her eyes out and looked utterly disheveled, one can imagine the anger in his heart.

However, before he could make a further move, an even more authoritative voice rang out.

"Stop!"

Fu Shihong walked over at some point, his face serious, his gaze sweeping steadily across the room.

The surrounding guests were immediately silenced, not daring to even breathe.

He first nodded slightly to the guests around him, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Gentlemen, please excuse the misunderstanding. It was a small misunderstanding that spoiled your enjoyment. I am truly sorry."

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Jiang Kexin, but instead gave a wink to the bodyguard behind him and said in a deep voice:

"Get Miss Jiang ashore."

"Yes, Chairman!"

Two bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward and, ignoring Jiang Kexin's struggles and cries, forcibly dragged her away from the scene.

"I won't go! Let me go! Brother Beichen! Save me! I didn't..."

Jiang Kexin's voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared from the crowd's sight.

Fu Shihong faced the crowd again, his face regaining its calm smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Just a little hiccup, everyone continue, the fireworks aren't over yet."

Although Fu Shihong handled the situation swiftly and decisively, the storm was clearly not going to be quelled.

Everyone was whispering about the explosive scene that had just unfolded, speculating about the inside story and what would happen next.

"Bei Chen, help me back to the rest room."

Fu Shihong's words were clearly intended to prevent Fu Beichen from having a chance to pursue Jiang Kexin.

Fu Beichen clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on his hands were visible.

But he still stepped forward to help his grandfather walk towards the cabin.

Suddenly, he staggered, feeling a little dizzy and weak, as if he were drunk.

"What's wrong?"

Fu Shihong noticed that something was wrong with him!

It seems he was still outmaneuvered by that woman; luckily, he had the foresight to do so.

“It’s alright, Grandpa,” Fu Beichen managed to say.

Just then, Lin Qi walked over and quickly reached out to help his boss.

Fu Shihong glanced at him and said authoritatively, "Help the young master to the V8 cabin to rest, and let the young mistress take care of him."

"yes."