Chapter 331 Acting Like It Was Real

"I know."

"But you obviously don't believe it."

"I want to believe you, but..." Wen Liang smiled bitterly, "Fu Zheng, when you were at the company that day, you already knew it was related to Fu Yue, right?"

She also wanted to believe him, but how could she believe him after Fu Qingyue and the director said such things?

"Um."

"What did you do in the days before he turned himself in?"

Fu Zheng paused, incredulous. "What do you mean? You suspect I'm helping Fu Yue get away with this? Is that what you think of me?"

"Isn't it? Fu Yue wouldn't think of pushing it onto Chu Siyi."

Only Fu Zheng, who wanted to distance himself from Chu Siyi, would do this, killing two birds with one stone...

"Can't it be true?" Fu Zheng's eyes were dim.

Is this the kind of person he is in her heart?

Doesn't he deserve her trust at all?

Wen Liang looked away. "You said Zhang Guoan was bribed. Who bribed him? And why did they do that?"

Looking at Wen Liang's cold expression, Fu Zheng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart and a bitter taste in his mouth. "The person who bribed him was probably Huo Dongcheng. He has always been hostile to the Fu family."

Hearing this, Wen Liang found it a little funny, "Huo Dongcheng? But when his people caught Zhang Guoan, we didn't know the case was related to Fu Yue. How did he know?"

"If Huo Dongcheng really wanted to target the Fu family, the day Fu Yue surrendered himself, press releases would have been flying everywhere."

However, now, there is no news from the outside world.

Fu Zheng couldn't explain this clearly.

He was just guessing.

"Everything I said that day was told to me by Fu Yue. Even if he is the mastermind, it has nothing to do with me. Aliang, he is your father. I know your feelings for your father-in-law, so how can I possibly defend Fu Yue?!"

There was a hint of urgency in his tone.

"Actually, I don't blame you for defending him. He is your brother after all, so it's normal for you to defend him." Wen Liang smiled faintly.

Yes, from the beginning until now, she has never said a word of blame.

But it was this cold attitude and misunderstanding of him that hurt his heart more than words of blame.

Fu Zheng looked at her distraught, his throat as if filled with sand, and every word he spoke was extremely difficult. "In your heart, you have already sentenced me to death? Right?"

She was sure that he helped Fu Yue.

Wen Liang pursed his lips.

Fu Zheng's acting skills are getting better and better. He acts like he is really innocent and hurt.

If she hadn't heard Fu Qingyue's words, she would probably have been reflecting on whether she had wronged him.

If it wasn't the wrong time, she really wanted to ask Fu Zheng for advice on acting.

"If you have nothing else to do, please go back first. I'm still busy."

Wen Liang closed the door.

Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, Fu Zheng closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Wen Liang sat back in front of the computer, a little distracted.

"Boom—"

Wen Liang raised his eyes and glanced at the window.

It was getting dark.

The raindrops on the glass were as big as beans, pouring down accompanied by bursts of thunder.

The phone screen lit up and Fu Zheng's call came in.

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment and answered, "Fu Zheng, what else do you want?"

The sound of rain pattered through the microphone, sounding as if it were happening outside. "Aliang, you really... don't believe me?"

Wen Liang: “…”

"I just want to tell you that I didn't shirk responsibility for Fu Yue. Everything I said that day was told to me by Fu Yue himself. I swear to God!"

"You already said that!"

"I'm downstairs from your house, Aliang, I'll always be standing here."

"boom--"

Wen Liang widened his eyes, hurried to the window, and looked down carefully.

It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

All I could see were bean-sized raindrops hitting the window, blurring my vision.

She was a little angry, "Fu Zheng, what are you doing?"

"I don't know how to prove my innocence, I can only use this method..."

"you--"

Wen Liang was so angry, "Are you threatening me?"

"That's not what I meant..."

"Stand or not!"

Wen Liang hung up the phone directly.

She threw her phone on the table and went to the kitchen to cook.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening.

Wen Liang poked his head out of the kitchen and saw Tang Shishi coming in with a suitcase, "Xiao Liangliang, I'm back!"

"Welcome home, have you had dinner?"

Seeing Wen Liang in the kitchen, Tang Shishi immediately raised her hand, "I haven't eaten yet! Make me one portion."

"good."

When the water boiled, I put in two servings of shrimp wontons while it was still warm.

The scalding hot water accidentally splashed on her fingers.

"hiss--"

Wen Liang quickly shook his hands and blew on them near his mouth.

Tang Shishi came in and turned around twice, looking at Wen Liang worriedly, "What's wrong? Did you burn your hand?"

"careless."

"You wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake before." Tang Shishi said meaningfully.

Wen Liang glanced at her twice, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Tang Shishi left again, "I'm going to pack my luggage. Call me when you're done."

"Um."

The wontons were out of the pot, sprinkled with shrimp and shredded eggs, and brought to the table. Tang Shishi was called out from the room, "Tang, it's time to eat!"

"I am coming!"

Tang Shishi came out of the house and plopped down across from Wen Liang, feeling the aroma of wontons. She grumbled, "I really missed you, little Aliang! I've been eating boxed lunches all these days. Look, my stomach is flat."

"It's okay, it will grow back in a few days."

“Hiss…it smells so good…”

Tang Shishi endured the heat and took a bite of the wonton, a look of satisfaction appearing on her face.

After swallowing it, she looked at Wen Liang and asked, "Aliang, why did you change the sofa that day?"

Wen Liang paused, then said nonchalantly, "I accidentally spilled the drink."

"real?"

"real."

"I thought you were fooling around with Fu Zheng during the few days I was away."

Wen Liang's ears turned red. He had indeed been fooling around all day yesterday.

She said, "Nothing."

"That's fine. When I came here just now, I saw Fu Zheng standing downstairs, getting wet in the rain like he was crazy." Tang Shishi took a bite of wonton and looked up. "He might be trying to use a self-torture trick. You must not be soft-hearted."

Wen Liang unconsciously tightened his chopsticks, "Is it raining heavily outside?"

"What do you think? It hurts my face." Tang Shishi raised an eyebrow. "You won't be soft-hearted, will you?"

"No." Wen Liang said.

After dinner, she went back to her room to study the script.

There was a violent storm outside with lightning and thunder.

Wen Liang looked at the words on the script. He recognized every one of them, but when they were put together, it seemed like a heavenly book.

Her mind was no longer on this.

Wen Liang glanced at the window.

Could Fu Zheng still be standing down there?

Did he think that she would soften her heart?

Oh.

Ten minutes later, Wen Liang took an umbrella and went downstairs quietly.

Afraid of being discovered by Tang Shishi, she closed the door very carefully.

She was not soft-hearted, she just felt that Fu Zheng standing there was an eyesore, so she asked him to leave.

As I came out of the lobby of the apartment building, the rain was pouring down on the umbrella.

A strong wind blew, mixed with a hint of coolness and moisture.

Wen Liang looked around and saw a tall figure next to the street light.

He was completely immersed in the rain, but he seemed not to feel the cold. He stood there motionless like a pillar.

The light shone on him, casting a long shadow, making him look even lonelier.

Wen Liang bit her lower lip and walked over.

Tears streamed down Fu Zheng's face, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

She still felt sorry for him.

Wen Liang calmly handed over the umbrella and said, "Go ahead. Don't stand here."