Chapter 463: I don't want her to see Xunxun
Fu Jingheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the penthouse apartment. The cigar between his fingertips burned to the end, and the ashes fell on the expensive Persian carpet, but he was completely unaware.
Outside the window were the bright lights of the city, and on the mahogany table in front of him lay a thick stack of documents.
Half of them are Shen Hanxing's design manuscripts in recent years. From garden landscape to interior layout, each drawing is marked with the words "City Hall Alternative" and "Private Manor Adoption".
The other half is his account statements in foreign banks, with so many zeros after the numbers that it is dizzying.
"Sir, news has come from the country that Qi Moxun has raised the security level for the wedding to the highest level, and Lin An's people have begun to monitor the Fu family's old house 24 hours a day."
The assistant stood aside, leaning forward, her voice filled with cautious probing, "Also, Jiang Shutong... still hasn't given in."
Fu Jingheng turned around, his face expressionless, except for the sinister look in his eyes that could not be hidden.
He picked up a design draft on the table.
That was the renovation plan that Shen Hanxing made for a gallery in Country B. The lines were sharp and gentle, just like her.
"Release?" He chuckled and rubbed the signature on the drawing with his fingertips.
"Jiang Shutong is sticking to the old Xuanyuan family rules, thinking she can protect everyone?"
"She doesn't know that Shen Hanxing's designs have long been a hot commodity in the hands of those foreigners. Last month, the governor's wife asked me about it, saying that she wanted to ask Shen Hanxing to design a private villa."
He paused, threw the design draft back on the table, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.
"I want Chen Hanxing not only because she is Chengcheng's mother. With her design, my connections in Europe can be fully activated. Qi Moxun wants to marry her? It depends on whether I agree or not."
The assistant swallowed.
He also knew that at this point, no one would believe Fu Jingheng if he told Shen Hanxing that he was in love with her.
Unless there are real interests involved.
And this involvement is the most fatal thing.
"Then... what should we do next? The wedding is still a week away, and Qi Moxun has invited all the media to come. It will be broadcast live online. If there is a commotion..."
"Make a fuss?"
Fu Jingheng raised his eyebrows, took out a small recorder from the drawer, and pressed the play button.
Cheng Cheng's childish voice came from inside: "Brother, Mom said that we should put a photo of the four of us at the wedding. Will you come?"
Then Xunxun responded with tears in her eyes: "I want to go out too...but grandma said there are bad guys outside and won't let me go out..."
Fu Jingheng turned off the recorder and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"We don't need to make a fuss. Qi Moxun wants to hold a 'wedding of the century', so I'll give them a 'surprise'. Doesn't Chengcheng miss his brother? I'll help him 'send' him over."
He walked to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote something quickly on the paper, his handwriting as sharp as a knife.
"You have two things to do. First, transfer the money in this account to a few veterans of Xuanyuan Group. Say it's a gift from 'old friends.'"
"Doesn't Jiang Shutong want to protect the Xuanyuan family? I want to see if her clansmen will give her face."
"Second, go pick up Chengcheng from school and tell him...his mother asked me to take him to see Xunxun."
Cold sweat broke out on the assistant's forehead.
"Sir, wouldn't it be too risky to pick up the child directly? Qi Moxun's people must be watching near the school."
Fu Jingheng picked up the photo frame on the table. Inside was a photo of him and Shen Hanxing when they had just gotten married. In the photo, she was smiling with her eyes curved.
He wiped the dust off the glass with his fingertips, his tone as cold as ice.
"I've waited so long, suffered so much, from having nothing to now, just to get her back. What's a little risk?"
…
At the same time, in the study of Xuanyuan's old house, Jiang Shutong was sighing softly to the person on the other end of the phone.
"Mr. Fu, I've already told you that the Xuanyuan family won't get involved in your affairs. Xunxun is my grandson, and I will only protect him and won't let him become anyone else's pawn."
Fu Jingheng's laughter came from the other end of the phone, with obvious threats.
"Aunt Jiang, you are a smart person. Qi Moxun can protect Shen Hanxing for a while, but not forever."
"Hand Xunxun over to me, and I promise that those old men from Xuanyuan Group won't bother you again. Furthermore, I won't harm Xunxun, and I'll return her intact. Otherwise..."
"What else?"
Jiang Shutong interrupted him, her tone still gentle, but with an unquestionable firmness.
"The Xuanyuan family has been established in this area for a hundred years, so they're not afraid of anyone. If you dare to attack Xunxun, you should first consider how much power you have in the country!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Shutong looked at the old locust tree outside the window and sighed softly.
She knew Fu Jingheng was not joking.
In the morning, the housekeeper came to report that several veterans of the group suddenly proposed to re-elect the directors. It was obvious that they were bribed.
She turned and walked to the bookshelf, pressed the secret compartment, and found a small wooden box inside. When she opened it, there was a photo of her husband.
"Azhe, do you think I did the right thing?"
She stroked the young face in the photo with her fingertips, "I just want Xunxun to be safe and sound, and don't want him to be involved in these troubles..."
The study door was gently pushed open, and Xunxun stood at the door, holding a mobile phone in her hand, her eyes red.
"Grandma," he whispered, "Chengcheng just called and said he missed me. He also said... Mom put our photos at the wedding."
Jiang Shutong's heart suddenly tightened. She walked over, squatted down, and touched his head.
"Xunxun, grandma knows you miss mom. But it's not safe outside right now. After the wedding is over, grandma will take you to find them, okay?"
Xunxun lowered her head, her little hands tightly gripping the phone. The screen was still showing the chat interface with Chengcheng, and the last message was sent by Chengcheng.
"Xunxun, I'll secretly visit you tomorrow!"
He knew that his grandmother was doing this for his own good, but when he thought about his mother crying at the wedding, and Chengcheng secretly wiping away tears while holding his dinosaur model, he felt as uncomfortable as if he were being scratched by a cat.
He raised his head, looked at Jiang Shutong, and asked softly, "Grandma, is Uncle Fu really that bad? Will he hurt Mom and Chengcheng?"
Jiang Shutong was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"So we, Xunxun, have to stay by grandma's side and wait until Uncle Fu stops causing trouble. Then we'll go find mom, okay?"
Xunxun pursed her lips and nodded, but tears fell.
…
At this time, the living room of Shen Hanxing's house was filled with wedding invitations and decorations.
Qi Moxun was checking the guest list on the computer, while Shen Hanxing was sorting photos.
She printed a huge stack of photos of Xunxun and Chengcheng.
Some were taken at the amusement park, some were taken while making cookies in the kitchen, and the top one was taken in winter, with four people making a snowman in the snow. Xunxun was smiling with his two little fangs showing, while Chengcheng was hugging Qi Moxun's legs, his little face red from the cold.
“Look at this one,” Shen Hanxing handed the photo to Qi Moxun with a smile in his eyes.
"Xunxun insisted on building a snowman that day that looked like a dinosaur, but it turned out to be nothing like it, and he started crying."
Qi Moxun took the photo, brushed his fingertips across Xunxun's red cheeks, and said softly, "When he comes back, we'll make another one."
Shen Hanxing leaned on his shoulder and sighed.
"I don't know how he's doing in the old house now. I went to deliver osmanthus cake today, but Jiang Shutong said he was resting in his room and wouldn't let me see him."
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