Chapter 241 That Man!

When leaving the hotel, Jiang Shiyuan called Yin Meng again, but still couldn't get through.

She went to the coffee shop across the street and bought a cup of coffee. After finishing it, she thought it over and decided to contact Yin Meng's family. If Yin Meng hadn't returned home last night, she would have to call the police immediately.

She didn't think Fu Chong would make a move against her secretary. After all, Yin Meng seemed very simple and naive, and posed no obstacle or threat to that powerful man.

But now, with various clues in front of us, it's very likely that the one who administered the drugs and orchestrated the whole thing wasn't Fu Chong.

Whether he would take advantage of the situation to target Yin Meng remains to be seen.

Just then, the phone rang. Jiang Shiyuan's eyes widened in surprise, and she immediately answered it:

"Mengmeng! Where are you?!"

"Sister Shiyuan... I'm in my hotel room, and I just woke up..."

Yin Meng's voice was weak and feeble, as if her soul had been drained, "Sister Shi Yuan, I feel so bad, I feel so bad I want to die..."

Jiang Shiyuan's heart leaped into her throat. "How did you end up in a hotel room? What happened last night?!"

"I...I don't know either..."

Yin Meng's voice was soft, tinged with a heartbreaking sob, "Last night I got my period and went to the bathroom to get ready. When I came out, I hadn't taken more than a few steps when I suddenly lost consciousness. I don't remember anything that happened after that..."

Jiang Shiyuan immediately sensed something was wrong and ran to the hotel room to see Yin Meng.

"Sister Shiyuan!"

As soon as she opened the door and went in, Yin Meng rushed into her arms and burst into tears. She quickly hugged the girl tightly like a gentle older sister.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, don't be afraid!"

Jiang Shiyuan grabbed Yin Meng's shoulders and stroked her body carefully, anxiously checking for any abnormalities. "How are you? Is there anything wrong with your body? Do you feel anything strange?"

"I feel dizzy and nauseous..."

Yin Meng shook her head, sobbing, "Sister Shi Yuan, I know what you're worried about. I checked myself when I woke up, and my clothes were intact... and I didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere, so nothing should have happened..."

Jiang Shiyuan comforted her, but his back was actually soaked with cold sweat.

She was framed, violated, and humiliated, but she could withstand it all alone with great strength, swallowing all the suffering.

If anything were to happen to Yin Meng because of her, she would regret it for the rest of her life, and she would never forgive herself!

Jiang Shiyuan pulled Yin Meng to sit down and poured her a glass of warm water.

"Mengmeng, think carefully, what exactly happened last night?"

Yin Meng hugged her head sadly, "I...I don't remember anything. In just a moment, I felt like I was drunk and blacked out, I don't remember anything."

But, vaguely, a pair of eyes, black and white, shining like morning stars, appeared in her mind.

Whose eyes are these? She has absolutely no recollection of them...

Jiang Shiyuan knew all too well that this matter was likely fraught with intrigue, and her beautiful eyes darkened:

"Then think back carefully, before you lost consciousness, did you feel anything was strange? Did you drink any water or eat anything?"

"Hmm..."

Yin Meng held her head in her hands, deep in thought, and pulled hard on her hair with her ten fingers.

Suddenly, she sat up abruptly, a flash of inspiration striking her: "I remember now! That man!"

"who?!"

"A man wearing black-rimmed glasses and a large white face mask!"

Yin Meng shuddered as she recalled the strange man. "On my way from the restroom to the banquet hall, the masked man walked towards me, bumped into my shoulder, and then left."

Of course, I didn't realize what was happening at first, but looking back now, it's really strange! The corridor was so wide and not crowded at all, how could he have bumped into me? He should have dodged!

"Black-rimmed glasses? White mask...?" Jiang Shiyuan found it increasingly strange, even somewhat frightening.

This man looks like a refined, deranged serial killer from an old Hong Kong movie!

But what frightened her even more was that the man had only bumped into Yin Meng once, yet he had managed to make her lose consciousness instantly. This method was undeniably insidious and carried out without anyone noticing.

"Mengmeng, take off your clothes, let me see."

Yin Meng obediently took off her white shirt, revealing her fair and smooth skin and round arms.

Because of her fair complexion, Jiang Shiyuan immediately noticed the glaring needle marks on her delicate arm!

"Damn it... what a beast!" Jiang Shiyuan stared at the tiny pinhole, her eyes bloodshot with hatred.

In order to scheme against her, they even wanted to drag those around her into the mess.

This is the most intolerable thing in her life!

"Come on, let's go to the hospital!" Jiang Shiyuan held her slightly cool hand tightly, her face pale with anger, and her voice trembling.

"No need, Sister Shiyuan, I'm fine now. I'm perfectly fine and have no energy at all! Don't worry about me!" Yin Meng was still dizzy, but she forced herself to be energetic.

"No, we have to go. Who knows if there will be any side effects?"

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and vowed, "Mengmeng, don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain this time."

She ordered breakfast for Yin Meng, while she searched around the room.

Finally, with her sharp eyes, she found a black badge in the gap between the bed and the bedside table.

“This is…” Jiang Shiyuan frowned and pondered.

Suddenly, she recalled that during her several encounters with Fu Chenzhou, when she met Xing Zhen, he was wearing this badge on his suit lapel!

Her pupils dilated!

"Sister Shiyuan, I'm done eating!" Yin Meng's voice came from the living room.

"Okay, I'm coming!" Jiang Shiyuan composed herself, put the badge in her pocket, and got up to leave.

...

When Fu Chenzhou and Xing Zhen returned home, Fu Yansi had already been taken to school by the nanny.

Throughout the journey, Xing Zhen was preoccupied with her own thoughts and didn't say much. Fu Chenzhou was even more absent-minded, staring out the car window with a blank, unfocused gaze, completely unlike his usual shrewd, sharp, and composed demeanor.

His mind was in turmoil, a complete mess, like a ball of yarn that had been tangled up by a mischievous cat.

The master and servant entered the study one after the other.

Xing Zhen stared intently at the slightly open collar of Fu Chenzhou's black shirt, where a bright red bite mark was imprinted on his fair, jade-like skin. The image was simply too erotic and too impactful.

"Mr. Fu, what's wrong with your neck...?"

"What? You've never seen someone with a more extensive romantic history than me?"

Fu Chenzhou's peach blossom eyes were half-closed as his gaze shifted down to Xing Zhen's Adam's apple. "But what about your neck?"

Xing Zhen paused for a moment, then quickly looked at the full-length mirror beside her.

The round red mark on his prominent Adam's apple, like a cluster of bright red flames, burned in his bewildered eyes.

Xing Zhen panicked and stammered, "This...I..."

Fu Chenzhou's voice was low and somber. "Last night, you slept with Jiang Shiyuan's secretary?"

"No! Nothing happened between us!" Xing Zhen hurriedly waved her hand.

Xing Zhen, a seasoned veteran who had been through countless battles and had been surrounded by beautiful women, and who had even almost been chosen by a gang leader to become his son-in-law, now blushed like an innocent boy whose first love had been exposed, his ears turning even redder.

Actually, it was mostly because President Fu caught me red-handed. I was really embarrassed.

"It's best that it didn't happen."

Fu Chenzhou walked to the coffee table, bent down to pick up the whiskey, poured himself most of a glass, and took a big gulp. "If it happens, you have to take responsibility for that girl."

"No, really!"

Xing Zhen held up three fingers to the side of her head and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Even if it were true, Mr. Fu, look at my background, my family... what decent family's daughter would be willing to be with me? Who would I be responsible for? Who would I be hurting?"

Fu Chenzhou swallowed the strong liquor, his throat trembling. "You have completely broken away from your former gang, and I have also cleared your name. You are no longer the Xing Zhen who was once in the abyss of darkness. Don't underestimate yourself."

Xing Zhen pursed her lips tightly.

That little girl named Yin Meng is very cute. Last night, she clung to him and clung to him; she was really quite wild.

But their connection ended there; they would never cross paths again. He would not harbor any romantic feelings for her, and from the very beginning, they were from two different worlds.

At that moment, Xing Zhen's phone vibrated, and his subordinate sent him a surveillance video.

He opened it, stared intently, and his pupils suddenly contracted:

"Mr. Fu, take a look at this!"

Fu Chenzhou held the wine glass in his left hand and took the phone in his right, his dark eyes lowered.

Last night, the entire process of Yin Meng being ambushed by the masked man in the corridor was clearly recorded.

The video is intact, showing that the man was extremely arrogant and had no intention of hiding at all!

"It's him again." Fu Chenzhou's hand, gripping the wine glass, was taut with veins that bulged and turned white.

The chilling aura was penetrating to the core; even Xing Zhen, who was only a step away, felt a chill run down his spine.

"Is it... the man Wu Hui met in Macau during the kidnapping of Miss Jiang?"

“He concealed himself very well, but I could still tell from his gait that he was the same person as the man from Macau.”

Fu Chenzhou's eyes were dark and gloomy, like a cave concealing murderous intent. His fingertips almost crushed the screen. "And that iconic white mask, it's so memorable."

Xing Zhen was completely puzzled. "That's really strange. Usually, when people do bad things, they choose to wear black masks to keep a low profile. Why does he always wear a white mask? Is he trying to be unique?"

Fu Chenzhou let out a cold laugh, seeing through the man's sinister and despicable face:

"In my opinion, this is a subtle provocation. Although he doesn't show his face and openly tell you who he is, he tells us in another way—it is him."

"Damn it...you son of a bitch!" Xing Zhen cursed angrily.

"His target isn't Yin Meng. He's doing this simply to get rid of her from Jiang Shiyuan so he can make his move on her."

Fu Chenzhou poured himself another glass, as if only the pungent stimulation of strong liquor could temporarily suppress the surging emotions in his heart. "So, he is the one who started it all."

The man knew that he only needed to gently push Jiang Shiyuan towards Fu Chong, effortlessly sending the lamb to the slaughter. He could easily achieve his dirty goal without anyone noticing.

In both encounters, he excelled at secretly plotting and was a master of cunning.

The man's lips curved into a smile, like the scythe of death. "Heh, this is getting more and more interesting."

"Wasn't it Fu Chong who schemed against Miss Jiang? Sigh! It was him, not him!"

Fu Chenzhou's beautiful, stunning peach blossom eyes were red as if he had been crying blood, and his handsome face was gloomy:

"What's the meaning?"

Fearing the president would misunderstand, Xing Zhen quickly explained, "Think about it, if Fu Chong did it, Miss Jiang would definitely hate him to the core. She would avoid him like the plague from the future. Wouldn't you then no longer have to worry about Miss Jiang falling into Fu Chong's trap?"

Another point is, if Fu Chong were truly approaching Miss Jiang with the sleazy intention of a one-night stand, it would be easier to handle. It's more likely that he's taken a liking to Miss Jiang as a person, wants to be serious about her, and wants to marry her and make her the eldest daughter-in-law of the Fu family!

Fu Chenzhou's eyes trembled with emotion, and his blood turned cold in an instant, as if he had been thrown into the boundless deep sea of ​​a winter night.

"By then, Miss Jiang will have become your sister-in-law, and you won't have any chance at all!"

The man's voice was hoarse. "Impossible. Even if he wanted to, Fu Lixian would never agree."

At this moment, he was exposed.

Previously, she often said she didn't care about Jiang Shiyuan, but last night, after their passionate night together, Xing Zhen openly expressed her concerns—

His mind was in turmoil.

"Mr. Fu, nothing is absolute!"

Xing Zhen recalled her conversation with Jiang Shiyuan that morning and how Jiang Shiyuan hadn't rejected Fu Chong. She was extremely anxious. "Miss Jiang is such an outstanding woman. Apart from Xie Jinghuai, who can't see it? She's talented, beautiful, and already the company president at such a young age. Who wouldn't like her? Wouldn't they look up to her?"

If Fu Chong really takes a liking to Miss Jiang and begs him relentlessly, given how much Chairman Fu dotes on him, he might actually agree to let Miss Jiang into the family..."

"Enough!"

Fu Chenzhou interrupted him coldly, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've done everything I should have done."

If Jiang Shiyuan remains stubborn and insists on getting close to that mad dog Fu Chong, then I can only wish her good luck.

Xing Zhen sighed in frustration. He couldn't understand why the president, who was always highly rational and decisive, was so unpredictable and inconsistent when it came to Miss Jiang.

If he does this, he'll push Miss Jiang further and further away. He'd better not cry then!

Fu Chenzhou steered the conversation back on track, his expression serious. "Last time I said that the person wearing the white mask might be someone close to Jiang Shiyuan, and might even have medical experience. Do you remember?"

"Remember."

“Last time I found out that Lin Zhixin might have been involved in Wu Hui’s kidnapping of Jiang Shiyuan. This time, the incident happened at the banquet of the Aofeng Technology Conference. Similarly, Lin Zhixin was also present that night, but she left early.”

Xing Zhen's eyes widened. "You think that this whole thing was also Lin Zhixin's fault..."

“Testimony is required, and verification is needed, but I have reason to doubt it. Once might be a coincidence, but twice, it's not necessarily true.”

Fu Chenzhou was exhausted. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I'm tired. I want to be alone for a while. You should go back first."

"Yes, Mr. Fu." Xing Zhen didn't say anything more and turned to leave the study.

Fu Chenzhou felt his throat was dry and parched. He poured himself another drink, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. The spicy and stimulating alcohol burned from his throat to his lungs, and his eyes became red and wet.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly got up, walked to the table, opened a drawer, and took out a photograph framed in an exquisite frame.

In the photo, there is a row of girls wearing white shirts, red skirts, and black leather shoes. The girl standing at the very edge has her chubby face painted bright red, like a Fuwa (mascot of the Lunar New Year).

They're a bit goofy, but they're so adorable.

"Jiang Shiyuan, what do I have to do for you to even glance at me?"

Fu Chenzhou gently stroked the girl's face in the photo with his calloused fingertips, his eyes stinging, and murmured softly, "Completely forget Xie Jinghuai...stay only for me."