Chapter 389 Am I Annoying

Fu Yu looked at Xiao Boheng and suddenly spoke.

"Am I annoying?"

Xiao Boheng shifted his gaze to him, stared at him for several seconds before speaking.

"I don't know if you're annoying to others, but not to me. I'm your uncle. A dog doesn't mind a poor family."

Fu Yu suddenly sneered.

"Because you are my uncle, you don't hate me. Is it because of blood relationship? Then why did my parents abandon me?"

Xiao Boheng sighed, put down his pen, and finally told the truth. He didn't want his child to blame his deceased parents after losing his memory. He didn't know if he could ever remember again. But he couldn't let his pity for Fu Yu lead him to misunderstand his elder brother and sister-in-law.

"Your parents didn't abandon you."

Fu Yu was simply furious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You've always said that they abandoned me because they didn't like me. Are you trying to clear your name now?"

Xiao Boheng looked directly into Qing Fuyu's eyes.

"I'm not lying. Your childhood sweetheart, Shuangshuang, knows what happened. If your parents hadn't abandoned you and gone far away, they would have died long ago."

Fu Yu was slightly shocked, but not much, because he hated the two men and women who didn't want him. So when he heard they were dead, he showed no emotion. Seeing all this, Xiao Boheng was very sad. He decided to tell Fu Yu the truth because he was big enough to bear everything. He could fight for others, so he could naturally bear his own problems.

"You said it yourself, don't deny it. Now you change your words, my dear uncle, which of your words is true? How can I believe you?"

Xiao Boheng took out a cigarette and took a slow puff.

"You don't have to believe me, but your memory can't remain like this forever. They will eventually recover. When your memory recovers, you'll realize that what I said is the truth and you'll regret it."

Fu Yu thought about it for a moment and said nothing. He would not be as impulsive as before.

The lessons of Qi Luoyan flooded into his mind like the sea, because of his willful behavior and arrogance, the Qi family was now broken up and Qi Luoyan no longer paid attention to him. He was afraid that something similar would happen again.

The painful lesson Qi Luoyan had experienced had transformed him into a completely different person overnight. He calmed himself and looked at Xiao Boheng.

"Just assume that I believe you, then tell me what's going on."

Xiao Boheng flicked the ash from his cigarette fingers and looked at his nephew. He felt that something was different about him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The facts are the facts, and he will no longer hide the truth about his elder brother and sister-in-law's death for him.

"Your parents were hit and killed by a car on their way to take you home. The murderer is already in prison, sentenced to life imprisonment. You were traumatized by this incident as a child, and later you were in another car accident, and when you woke up, you had no memory.

When you asked me to find my father and mother, I made up this lie to you. This way, you would no longer live in the sorrow of losing them. However, I overlooked another thing: children will feel resentment towards their parents for abandoning them. Over the years, this resentment has taken root in your heart and has grown like a tree.

I saw it but could do nothing because I wanted to protect you more. I didn't want you to get hurt and I didn't want you to be immersed in the grief of losing your parents. So I made up a lie but not to make you hate them. Now that you have moved on, I don't want you to say words of resentment towards them in front of me again and again.

After all, in that car accident, they both tried their best to protect you, and you were the only one who survived the accident."

Although Fu Yu was skeptical, it was obvious that he did not resist this reason too much.

"What's the name of the person who killed my parents? Can I go find her?"

Xiao Boheng said lightly.

“Warm.”

Wen Xin was in Haicheng Prison. Fu Yu vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Xiao Boheng just looked at Fu Yu and knew that he had no impression of Wen Xin at all. This was normal. After all, Fu Yu had lost part of his memory, so how could he remember Wen Xin?

But Fu Yu's eyes flickered and he asked.

"Have you known that girl called Wen Xin before?"

Xiao Boheng nodded lightly.

"You know her. She's the woman your Uncle Zhou keeps outside. She's considered a mistress, but it was said she was your Uncle Zhou's savior. Later, it was confirmed that she was lying. It was also this woman who was the culprit for Shuangshuang's parents' divorce."

Fu Yu curled his lips in disapproval: "Another old-fashioned, bloody plot. Why can't you old people make up better stories?"

Xiao Boheng was too lazy to argue with him: "Believe it or not, what I said is all true. That woman is in Haicheng Prison. If you can find her, you might be able to get something out of her. But this woman is very cunning. Whether she will tell you or not is unknown."

Fu Yu almost rolled his eyes at Xiao Boheng. He said nonchalantly, "I'm not really interested in this matter. But there is one thing I'm very curious about. Grandma told me that you've fallen in love with a woman and are almost determined to remain single for the rest of your life. So I want to know who this woman is."

Even the grandmother praised this woman highly, saying that the Xiao family was not that lucky. Xiao Boheng looked at Fu Yu and wanted to say "It has nothing to do with you", but after thinking about it, he seemed to let it go.

"It's okay to tell you this. It's Shuangshuang's mother, Lin Shu."

The moment Fu Yu heard this, he suddenly regretted his meddling. He should have asked this question instead of asking any other question. Not being able to marry Zhou Shuang was already his biggest regret in life, and then, as luck would have it, he even fell in love with her best friend. Now he knew that the person his uncle really wanted was actually Aunt Lin.

Zhou Shuang's mother, this made him feel completely dead. He didn't have the memory of the first part, but Zhou Shuang and the others did. That is to say, every time he was with Zhou Shuang, as long as he saw his uncle, he would probably think that his uncle was after her mother.

Fu Yu Fu Yu suddenly glanced at Xiao Boheng and said coldly.

"Can't you be more ambitious? Are we, my uncle and nephew, destined to fall into the hands of the Zhou family?"

Xiao Boheng replied indifferently: "It's okay if you have the courage to fall in love with someone else now. You don't have to worry about my affairs. After that, Xiao Boheng looked at Fu Yu without any courtesy.

"Go about your business. Wherever you go, remember to return with your body intact."

After saying this, Xiao Boheng ignored Fu Yu and buried his head in his own work. Fu Yu's lips twitched. It seemed that he could not hide anything from his uncle.

But he wondered why his uncle, so smart, capable, and dashing, couldn't win over Zhou Shuang's mother. And who exactly was Zhou Shuang's father? What kind of man was he? How could he have kept his mother so devoted for so many years without giving his uncle a chance?

He really wanted to know. Now that his uncle had told him to get out, and time was running out, would the flight be delayed if he continued to dawdle? Fu Yu gave up the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of it, turned around and went back to his room, picked up his luggage, and went to catch the plane.

After Fu Yu left, someone came to find Xiao Boheng, and Xiao Boheng looked at his assistant.

"Where is the young master's plane going?"

The assistant mentioned a place, and Xiao Boheng's hands trembled. This kid really didn't care about his life, but it was rare for him to dare to risk his life for a woman. Although this woman was not Zhou Shuang's mother, for him it was like his wish had been fulfilled.

The assistant asked Xiao Boheng: "Do you want to bring the young master back?"

Xiao Boheng looked down at the documents on the table and answered.

"No need, let him go. Send a few more people to closely monitor the young master's movements. If you find anything wrong, find someone to bring him back immediately."

The assistant understood Xiao Boheng's intention and left. Just before boarding the plane, Zhou Shuang sent a message to Fu Yu.

"Brother Xiaoyu, where are you now? You said you were going back to Haicheng to do some business. I wish you a safe journey."

Fu Yu quickly replied to her message.

"I'll trouble you to take care of me if I get a little behind during this period. I'll be back soon."

After getting on the plane, Fu Yu did not go directly to his destination, but took a connecting flight to Haicheng, because he wanted to meet the woman his uncle mentioned first. Based on his intuition, he always felt that this woman knew something, even if it was not the result he expected. No matter what, even if he had lost the memory of the first half, he thought he could at least understand a little bit.

Haicheng Prison's conditions are much better than other prisons, but for those who have committed crimes, the hardship here is truly severe. They have to do a lot of hard labor every year and follow a fixed schedule. It's not completely bleak, but the loss of freedom is more painful than anything else.

Fu Yu didn't know what it took for someone to choose to commit crime and live this kind of life. But one thing was certain: these people weren't afraid of death back then. When he mentioned the name of the person he wanted to visit, the guard couldn't help but glance at him twice before answering calmly.

"This woman hasn't had any visitors in over 20 years. You're the first one to come see her. Are you her family?"

Fu Yu scoffed.

"no."

He added in his mind that in a sense, he should be considered an enemy, but he did not tell this to the people in the detention center, otherwise they would definitely not let him in.

“Warm.”

Wen Xin was working outdoors when she heard someone calling her name. She was stunned for a moment until the guard called her name for the third time. She turned around and said, "Is it me?"

The guard said impatiently.

"Yes, come quickly, someone is here to see you."

Wen Xin shuddered. For so many years, no one had cared about her life or death. No one had ever come to visit her. Who could come now?

Wen Xin shook her head: "If I don't go, no one will know me and no one will come to see me."

She didn't know who it could be. For a moment she wondered if it was Zhou Yanli, but she quickly denied it and even laughed. How could that heartless man come to see her? Wen Xin finally realized that no matter how many tricks she used, Zhou Yanli would probably still love Lin Shu in his heart.

She couldn't figure out what kind of seductive tricks that good-for-nothing woman had used to make so many men love her, but Wen Xin didn't regret stabbing Zhou Yanli at all. She had stabbed him so deep that the man must have died long ago, she thought so in her heart. However, the guard didn't listen to her at all, his face full of impatience and scolding.

"It's up to you whether you want to see him or not. Since someone above has said they're coming to see you, you must go. After you've seen him within the allotted time, come back here immediately. Don't keep nagging me. If you keep nagging me, I'm afraid I'll increase your punishment and you won't be able to bear it.

Wen Xin sneered in her heart. She had been sentenced to life imprisonment and was not allowed to have her sentence reduced in any way. This meant that she would stay in prison for the rest of her life, living a life of eating and waiting to die, with no hope for the future.

So what is despair? This is despair. Repeating the same work every day, with no change, until old age. A person's greatest despair isn't losing their freedom, but living like a walking corpse.

She had shackles on her feet. The iron door opened and the prison guard reached out and pulled her forward. The sound of the iron chains seemed particularly heavy in the empty corridor. Wen Xin moved step by step towards the small cubicle.

Iron bars separated her from the outside world. A tall, imposing man sat there. Her face was hard to see because of the backlight, but for a moment, she felt a little excited. His figure looked somewhat similar to Zhou Yanli's.

But when she got closer, she was completely disappointed, because she had never seen this man before and didn't know him. Wen Xin searched all her memories in her mind. She was already almost 50 years old, how could she know this young man who was only in his twenties? She didn't know who he was and didn't want to know, because she didn't want to see anyone again.

If she had any wish in this life, it would be to meet Zhou Yanli and ask her whether she had ever loved her, even for just one day.

Wen Xin sat down opposite Fu Yu and carefully observed his facial features with a cold expression. His eyebrows and eyes seemed familiar. It was as if they reflected someone's shadow, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Wen Xin looked at Fu Yuyu for a long time before asking, "Who are you? I've never seen you before. Why are you looking for me? No matter what you want to ask, I won't answer you."

Fu Yu looked at the skinny woman before him. Just as his uncle had said, this woman was actually the one Aunt Lin's husband kept outside. He couldn't see anything special about her, just like he couldn't find any outstanding features about her if he threw her into a crowd.

She has neither delicate facial features nor a proud figure, so is Aunt Lin's husband blind? However, it is not for a junior like him to comment on the affairs of the previous generation. He just looked at Wen Xin and spoke.

"An old friend."

Wen Xin suddenly smiled. It was the first time in so many years that she smiled. Old friends, how could Wen Xin still have old friends?

"Who are you? Who asked you to come? Don't beat around the bush with me. Don't blame me for not telling you anything later. You must have a purpose for coming to me."

Fu Yu curled his lips slightly. It seemed that this woman was a little clever, but not much. For Fu Yu, Wen Xin's presence actually had no effect. He just wanted to know about his own affairs and some things that he couldn't figure out.

Why would Aunt Lin's love rival kill his own parents? It was truly unbelievable. Before he could fully believe that his parents had died protecting him, he couldn't shed a single tear for them.

"Do you know Xiao Boheng?"

As soon as these three words came out, Wen Xin's face turned pale. She looked at Fu Yu and finally remembered something. Her eyes became fierce.

"So you are Fu Yu."

Fu Yu's eyes instantly became serious.

"You know me, right? Why do you know me? And why did you kill my parents?"

Wen Xin suddenly felt a little funny and looked at Fu Yu with eyes full of contempt.

"After all these years, are you planning to avenge your parents? I've sentenced you to life imprisonment. Even if you wanted to kill me, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to do it."

This sentence confirmed that Xiao Boheng had at least not lied to him. Fu Yu's expression was a little fierce.

"I don't have to kill you for revenge. But I can make you live a life worse than death."

However, this threat did not scare Wen Xin; she suddenly laughed. In the narrow space, echoes continued to echo, and the prison guard knocked on the iron window with a baton to warn her.

"Watch your words and actions."

Wen Xin: "Besides locking me in a small dark room, what else can you do?"

But she didn't dare speak loudly, only muttering to herself. But Fu Yu heard it clearly. The years had accumulated, and this woman had aged considerably. Compared to Aunt Lin, she was truly unbearable to look at.

Even though her outline vaguely resembled her youthful appearance, Fu Yu was used to seeing this warmth in front of beautiful women, so there was really nothing to recommend her. It turns out that when men are blind, they really are blind.

Wen Xin looked at Fu Yu, her eyes and eyebrows full of mockery.

"You've made me suffer a fate worse than death. Don't you realize I'm already living a life worse than death? I've committed a grave crime, and now you're all happy with this punishment. But what can I do? Is Zhou Yanli okay?"

Wen Xin suddenly changed her tone and turned to Zhou Yanli.

Fu Yu looked at her: "I'm not asking about this, and I don't have time to care about your lover. I just want to know why you drove your car and killed my parents."

Wen Xin curled her lips: "Why didn't Xiao Boheng tell you? It seems that he really has good intentions for you, but he hasn't let you know the truth until now. You can only blame your parents for being unlucky. They sent me here when I was driving drunk.

If you had seen their miserable appearance at that time, you would have felt very happy. They fought to protect the child. The car suddenly exploded and caught fire, and in the end, the two people were burned to charcoal. The tragedy was so dazzling. You are that child.

Wen Xin couldn't help laughing again. Fu Yu reached out through the bars and grabbed Wen Xin's neck until the prison guards came and pulled him away. Fu Yu lost control for the first time and went crazy. Wen Xin was almost strangled to death by him.

"Women like you deserve to be hacked into pieces and imprisoned for life. You deserve to be cauldroned in hell, you ugly old witch."

Fu Yu cursed out all the dirty words he could think of in his life. If the prison guard next to him had not held him tightly, he might have rushed over and killed Wen Xin. But Wen Xin was laughing through the iron bars, and kept laughing until the prison guard came and took him away.

"Mr. Fu Yu, why bother with a lunatic? This woman has been mentally unstable since she was locked up. She kept shouting that she was the young lady of the Zhou family in Haicheng, and everyone was laughing at her.

She has been claiming this identity for 20 years, and has only stopped talking about it in the last two years. What is your relationship with her? Why did you think of visiting her? She will never be able to leave in her lifetime.

Fu Yu's forehead was throbbing with veins, and his eyes were bloodshot. This woman certainly wouldn't lie to him, so his parents had indeed died in a car accident. She also told him how his parents had protected him when they died. Thinking of this, Fu Yu's head suddenly ached. He covered his head with both hands, his features distorted by the pain.

"Mr. Fu Yu, what's wrong with you?"

The prison guards saw that something was wrong with him and asked, but Fu Yu was unable to answer them at all until they called his bodyguards in from outside. The bodyguards found that Fu Yu had been covering his head and screaming, so they quickly drove him to the hospital.

Fu Yu didn't know what was wrong with him. He only knew that a series of changing memories came to him in his mind, playing frame by frame like a movie. He reached out to catch those fragments, but he couldn't catch them no matter what.

Especially when Wen Xin told him that during the car accident, his parents protected him in their arms, with a raging fire burning behind him. He could even deeply feel the burning sensation and the suffocating feeling of the heat wave.

In order to protect him, his parents held him under their bodies. The screams of men and women being burned to death kept repeating in his mind. When the staff came to clean up the mess, Xiao Boheng held him in his arms and comforted him gently.

At such a young age, he could do nothing but call out "Mom and Dad." But the seeds of hatred had already taken root in his heart. Xiao Boheng took him away, and he only remembered the events that followed in fragments. Some of them were with Xiao Boheng, and some were with Zhou Shuang. They seemed to be playing with a tablet computer, and when he tried to see clearly, he got a splitting headache.

Fu Yu was taken to the hospital, and the doctor gave him a full physical examination and then sent him to the emergency room.

After three full hours in the debate room, Fu Yu was finally pushed out. He felt like he had lost his soul. After the anesthetic wore off, he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was then that he finally remembered everything.

The things about his parents, the childhood memories between him and Zhou Shuang, and the warmth he felt when he visited her in prison, he finally remembered who that woman was.

That's right, it was she who hit his parents to death, and he was Zhou Yanli's mistress. Aunt Lin and Uncle Zhou divorced because of this incident, and many things happened in between.

Although he was still young and didn't quite understand, he remembered everything Xiao Boheng said to his grandmother. However, a car accident later took away the first half of his memory. He and Zhou Shuang had not been in contact for too long, and he no longer remembered the sister who played games with him and helped him win back the love of his mother from the evil woman.

After remembering everything, Fu Yu took back all his love for Zhou Shuang. He thought he would fall in love with Zhou Shuang after losing his memory. Perhaps it was because the feeling he had for Zhou Shuang before had always lingered in his heart. Even after so many years of losing his memory, he still remembered the girl who played games with him.

Fu Yu, I remember everything now. I hope it's not too late.

If he hadn't been on such an important mission, he would have returned to Rongcheng without hesitation to tell Zhou Shuang that he was still her brother Xiaoyu. Now Fu Yu had to go find Sister Feng. Rongcheng's police couldn't get deep into that place.

Their efforts would be like trying to hit a rock with an egg; no one could bring Sister Feng back. Fu Yu knew that he was the only one left to do this.

Before that, when he was discharged from the hospital, he called Zhou Shuang, and his voice was as low as the previous Fu Yupanluo.

"Shuangshuang, I'm Brother Xiaoyu."

Zhou Shuang was slightly startled when she heard the voice. Although the voice was different from when she was a child, Zhou Shuang could clearly hear the tone. It was exactly the same tone that Xiaoyu's brother had used when he was preaching to her.

Zhou Shuang's tears instantly burst out.

"Brother Xiaoyu."

Her voice was a little choked: "You're back."

Fu Yu's eyes were also wet, but he was a man after all, and would rather bleed than cry.

"Shuangshuang, take good care of Luo Yan for me. Tell her to wait for me to come back. I will make up for everything."

Zhou Shuang has always been worried about Fu Yu. She feels that Fu Yu is not the kind of person who would abandon Qi Luoyan at a critical moment. Qi Luoyan just needs someone by her side, so why would Brother Xiaoyu suddenly leave?

Until he called her, Zhou Shuang thought he was returning to Haicheng to search for memories lost years ago, and now he remembered them. Zhou Shuang could understand and immediately agreed.

"Don't worry, just take care of your own affairs. I'll take care of Luo Yan. When you come back, I will definitely give you a complete and healthy Luo Yan."

Fu Yu was relieved after receiving Zhou Shuang's assurance. He asked Zhou Shuang, "How is Luo Yan today?"

It has been two days since he came out. Now, whenever he doesn't know Qi Luoyan's condition, he will feel inexplicably irritated.

"Thank you Shuangshuang."

He asked Zhou Shuang to secretly take some videos of Qi Luoyan and show them to him. Qi Luoyan was still lying on the hospital bed, but she looked more energetic than before.

Zhou Shuang had been chatting with Qi Luoyan these days, and Qi Luoyan had finally gotten better. Once a person encountered a major difficulty, only the closest people could solve most of the troubles.

Zhou Shuang felt that if what happened to Qi Luoyan happened to her, her condition would probably be even more serious than Qi Luoyan's. After all, Zhou Shuang had been depressed for more than ten years because of Zhou Yanli's incident. If she were Qi Luoyan, she would probably have died long ago.

Zhou Shuang was taking care of Qi Luoyan. The doctor came over and was about to give Qi Luoyan a sedative, and she suddenly said.

"Aunt, can you tell them not to give me this medicine anymore? Don't worry, I'm fine."

After these few days of tossing and turning, Qi Luoyan had lost a lot of weight visibly. She was a girl with a chubby face, but now she looked skinny. Zhou Shuang didn't know that pain could really turn a person into a different person.

Zhou Shuang couldn't bear to look directly at Qi Luoyan's changes in the past few days. She only hoped that Qi Luoyan could quickly get over the tragedy of Mrs. Qi and Mr. Qi. Because the one who was most sad now was not only Hao, but also Qi Luohan.

She also watched as the sunny and handsome boy suddenly became serious, and Qi Luohan seemed to have a lot of Qi Huaijing's shadow. It turned out that when encountering special things, people become mature and their fierceness will emerge without warning. She had seen Qi Huaijing like that before. That was the unique fierceness of their Qi family.

But whether facing Qi Huaijing or Qi Rui and Luo Han, it was what Zhou Shuang didn't want to see.

She could still comfort Qi Luoyan, but Zhou Shuang had no way to deal with Qi Luohan. Every time Zhou Shuang saw Qi Luohan, she would muster up the courage to ask about Mr. Qi, but Qi Luohan remained silent. The coldness in him pushed Zhou Shuang away from her concern.

He was like a cold ice that kept people at a distance, so Zhou Shuang could only keep her mouth shut. Unlike the grand funeral of Mrs. Qi, Qi Luohan did not spread the news of Mr. Qi's death this time, not even the people in the clan knew about it.

He just silently endured all the pain. If this kind of thing were to be exposed, the media would make a big fuss about it. He had just taken over the Qi family's company. If a strong business rival took advantage of the Qi family's weakness to sabotage it, Qi Luohan would face even greater difficulties.

Zhou Shuang understood the business logic behind this, and lamented that the children of prominent business and political families didn't live as comfortably as the average person. The suffering they endured was hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands times greater than the average person could imagine. But everyone only saw the glamorous exterior and the power to call the shots, never considering the depths of suffering beneath the surface.

Qi Luohan stayed with Qi Luoyan for two whole days, constantly talking to her. Zhou Shuang burst into tears when she saw that Qi Luoyan was finally able to communicate normally. The doctor looked at Qi Luoyan and asked her several questions. Seeing that her answers were normal, he spoke softly.

"Miss Qi, it's not that we don't want to let you go, but your illness tends to recur, so our suggestion is to observe you for another three days. If you remain emotionally stable during these three days, we can choose to release you from the bed and temporarily withhold the sedative.

Then the doctors looked at this week cream.

"Miss Zhou, as your family caregiver, if anything happens, please ring the bell and call us immediately."

Zhou Shuang was very grateful for the doctors' thoughtfulness. After apologizing to them, she quietly stayed by Qi Luoyan's bedside. Qi Luoyan could talk to Zhou Shuang calmly. Seeing that she was in a good mood, Zhou Shuang couldn't help but mention Fu Yu.

When Qi Luoyan heard Fu Yu's name, his eyes darkened. Zhou Shuang felt that she shouldn't have done that and wanted to change the subject, but Qi Luoyan took over the conversation himself.

"He has been here to accompany me these past few days, right? Auntie, I do have feelings for him, but please forgive me for not being able to face him right now. I know I can't blame him for many things, I can only blame myself."

Qi Luoyan lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face.

Zhou Shuang wiped her tears and comforted her.

"Don't think too much. Adjust your mood during this period and don't worry about anything."

Qi Luoyan looked at Zhou Shuang and cried.

"Aunt, am I really that bad? If it weren't for me, my father and mother wouldn't have died tragically. I killed my father and mother for my own sake and for a momentary emotional gain."

At this point, Qi Luoyan became emotional again. Zhou Shuang immediately pressed the bell. The doctors and nurses came and found that Qi Luoyan was no longer as out of control as she was in the previous few days, but she was still in a bad mood, so they could only give her another sedative.