Chapter 311: Disappointment

Fu Zheng clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

He believed what Fu Yue said.

They grew up together, and no one knew Fu Yue better than him. He was mild-tempered, indecisive, and had the desire but not the courage to do anything.

There must be someone pushing him to do those things.

If it weren't for Chu Siyi, they brothers might not have reached this point today!

However, the cause of the incident is also related to Fu Yue.

Fu Zheng is really disappointed with his son!

"Not long ago, my sister-in-law said she discovered you were in contact with other women..."

"It's Chu Siyi." Fu Yue raised his eyes and said, "She was being hunted by your people everywhere, so she secretly came to find me and we had a fight."

The scratches on his neck that Su Qingyun saw were caused by Chu Siyi.

But he couldn't say anything and could only watch her struggle in pain, depressed and haggard.

To be honest, now that Fu Zheng knew everything, Fu Yue felt relieved.

He finally didn't have to worry and tremble in fear anymore.

Fu Zheng snorted coldly, "She killed Grandpa, and she actually dared to come to you..."

Fu Zheng paused as he spoke, and suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrinking suddenly, "Grandpa's death...!"

"Yes, grandpa didn't die because of you, but because of me... I disappointed grandpa..." Fu Yue closed his eyes in pain.

Chu Siyi told everything in front of Mr. Fu, and also blamed Fu Yue for the kidnapping and murder of Wen Yongkang that she had directed and staged.

Mr. Fu could never have imagined that his eldest grandson, who had always been gentle and humble in his heart, would be involved in a life!

The life involved was none other than Wen Liang's father.

The eldest grandson also attended his funeral and behaved as usual.

Mr. Fu was devastated and extremely disappointed.

He claimed to be a righteous man and felt very sorry for Wen Yongkang's death. He didn't expect that the person who killed him was his own grandson!

Fu Zheng gritted his teeth and punched the wall again, his knuckles turned red and the skin was scraped off.

"You deserve to die!"

No wonder.

No wonder grandpa's will was so strange.

Fu Yue looked at the ceiling dejectedly, "Yes, I deserve to die! Have you figured out how to deal with me?"

Fu Zheng looked up at him and couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked him in the leg.

Fu Yue propped himself up and stood up from the ground, staggering out, "Since you haven't made up your mind, I'll go home first."

When he reached the door, Fu Zheng's voice came from behind him, "...stay home and spend the next few days with your sister-in-law..."

Fu Yue paused, "I know."

…

Wen Liang waited in the office until dark, and when he was almost losing his patience, Fu Zheng came back.

Seeing him come in, Wen Liang looked up from the book, "I called you, why didn't you answer..."

Before she could finish her words, she opened her mouth in surprise.

The Fu Zheng in front of him seemed like a different person compared to when he left.

There were several bruises on his face, his hair was disheveled, his collar was askew, his tie hung loosely on his chest, his suit was full of wrinkles, and he looked very disheveled and had no image at all.

"Fu Zheng, you...you went to fight with someone?" Wen Liang subconsciously put down the book in his hand and stood up from the sofa.

Fu Zheng stood there motionless, staring at Wen Liang with burning eyes. His pupils were dark and something was surging in his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Liang took a step forward, tilted his head and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you? ...Why do you keep looking at me?"

Fu Zheng suddenly strode forward, without saying a word, he hugged her in his arms, buried his head in her neck, closed his eyes deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aliang..."

Wen Liang put a hand on his shoulder and tilted his head slightly, "Fu Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

The hot breath sprayed on the cool, slender neck, and she tried her best to restrain the urge to avoid it.

After a long silence, Fu Zheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed down a lot. "Nothing."

He slowly took a step back and let go of Wen Liang.

Wen Liang raised her eyes and keenly sensed the heaviness in his heart.

She observed the redness and bruises on his face closely and asked, "Did you have a fight?"

"Yeah." Fu Zheng responded softly.

Wen Liang was surprised. "I'll go get the medicine box. Please sit down first."

There is a spare medicine box in the chairman's office, which contains some basic medicines.

Fu Zheng said nothing, casually draped his windbreaker over the back of the sofa, and sat down on it.

Wen Liang placed the medicine box on the table, sat down, opened it, and asked while searching for the ointment, "What happened? Why did you get into a fight? Don't you have a driver?"

In other words, who dares to hit Fu Zheng?

Who dares to beat Fu Zheng like this?

Fu Zheng remained silent.

Having not heard his voice for a long time, Wen Liang took a glance, unscrewed the ointment, squeezed some onto a cotton swab, and said, "Stretch your face over here."

He didn't want to say, and Wen Liang didn't ask any further questions.

The reason why she was willing to help him apply the medicine was simply to thank him for making a deal with Chu Siyi for her leverage.

Fu Zheng obediently stretched his head towards Wen Liang. Wen Liang pressed it with a cotton swab, and a cool touch came from it.

Wen Liang glanced at him and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Not bad." Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang deeply, his eyes full of affection.

Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat, and her back felt cold. She averted her gaze and applied medicine to him. "Besides your face, are there any other injuries?"

"...Yes." Fu Zheng paused and spoke.

"Where?"

Wen Liang subconsciously looked at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng took Wen Liang's soft little hand, pressed it to his chest, and looked at Wen Liang, "Here. The wound, here, only you can heal it..."

Wen Liang's mouth twitched, and she quickly pulled her hand back from his grasp, "Fu Zheng, have some shame."

Suddenly, Wen Liang suddenly held Fu Zheng's hand.

"What? Have you changed your mind?" Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and raised the corner of his lips with a faint smile.

"Change your size!" Wen Liang glared at him, "What's wrong with your hand?!"

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and saw that the knuckles on the back of his hand were red and swollen, and some of the skin was broken and bleeding.

"It's just a minor injury."

Wen Liang snorted softly and put the ointment back. "A minor injury? Then there's no need to apply medicine."

“Hey hey hey!”

Fu Zheng immediately stopped her, picked up the ointment and put it back into Wen Liang's hand, "I need it, I need it."

Wen Liang rolled her eyes at him, took his hand with one hand, and gently applied ointment with a cotton swab with the other hand.

Fu Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Wen Liang, who was concentrating with her brows lowered and eyes downcast. He lowered his eyelids and felt complicated.

If he had noticed her earlier, cared about her, and protected her, would she not have fallen in love with that man?

Unfortunately, there is no if.

He still didn't know how to tell her about her father...

She has always respected Fu Yue. If she knew that her father's death was related to Fu Yue, she would definitely feel very sad...

Fu Zheng sighed softly.

"alright."

Wen Liang threw the cotton swab into the trash can, tidied up the medicine box, and asked Fu Zheng, "Can we talk about that now?"

Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment and looked out the window. "It's getting late. Are you hungry? Let's find a restaurant and talk while we eat."

The veins on Wen Liang's forehead bulged.

From the car to the company, to after the meeting, and then after going out and coming back, it is now time for dinner.

She seriously suspected that Fu Zheng was deliberately playing tricks on her.