Chapter 192 Qin Fu
The familiar voice startled Song Ying awake. As she sat up, she almost instinctively kicked out.
Her slender legs were gently grasped.
"It's me."
Qin Shu responded and, while pressing down on Song Ying's ankle, sat down in the empty seat next to her.
"A-Shu? How could you be..." Song Ying was startled. "Weren't you in the capital? You... rushed here overnight?"
"It's not far to come over."
Qin Shu spoke lightly, but Song Ying knew how long it would take to get from the capital to Nancheng. Calculating the time, Qin Shu had set off from the capital almost at the same time that Fu Yuhua called the police; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to arrive so quickly.
"Are you injured?" Qin Shu took Song Ying's hand and looked her up and down. Although Peng Wen had reported that Madam was fine, Qin Shu was still a little worried. After all, Song Ying was the kind of person who would never cry out in pain even if she bled or cried.
"I'm fine."
Song Ying's thoughts were interrupted. To reassure Qin Shu, she stood up and turned around before sitting down again, holding Qin Shu's hand tightly. "As for Ah Hu, he was shot. I just called Xiao Lu and he's been rescued, but because the wound almost went through, he needs to rest for at least three months."
"But judging from the attitude of the Nancheng police, it seems they are preparing to downplay the incident."
Song Ying glanced back at the police badge in the lobby. "The corruption in Nancheng is even more outrageous than we anticipated. The government system here is rotten to the core."
"Since you've become a leech, then let's scrape the bone to remove the poison." Qin Shu's voice was somewhat cold.
"What do you want to do?" Song Ying leaned forward, moving closer to Qin Shu. "Things aren't that simple. Besides, this is Nancheng, not the capital."
Nancheng is the territory of the Fu family.
No matter how powerful the Qin family is in the capital, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.
Otherwise, Song Ying wouldn't have had two accidents in less than ten days, each one more serious than the last.
Last time, it was a car accident and a warning; this time, they brought a gun.
“On my way here, I made an appointment with Fu Yushu—there are some things that can only be confirmed by seeing him.”
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When Fu Yuhua came out of the bathroom, she shook her hands to wash away the remaining water stains.
Like many people, she doesn't like to dry her hands after washing them; instead, she often shakes them, waiting for the watermarks on her skin to dry quickly. It's said that this easily makes the skin dry and rough, but Fu Yuhua would rather apply more hand cream than change her habit.
With her head down, she took out a small travel-sized tube of hand cream from her trench coat pocket, twisted it open, squeezed out two pea-sized amounts onto the back of her hands, then put the aluminum tube back in her pocket and began to rub the cream between her two hands.
The delicate aroma of Longjing tea wafted through the air. Fu Yuhua gently rubbed every inch of her skin with her hands, then walked forward with her head down.
Only the dim streetlights were on in the courtyard. As I turned the corner, I felt a sharp pain in my head and bumped straight into a wall of people that was as hard as a brick but also warm.
Fu Yuhua suddenly looked up.
Just as she was about to apologize, the moment she saw that face clearly, the guilt on her face suddenly turned cold, transforming into wariness and vigilance, intense hatred, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
"Fu Yushu?!"
Fu Yuhua took two steps back, distancing herself from the man in the traditional Chinese robe in front of her. The bitter scent of tobacco faded, and in the hazy light, Fu Yushu's handsome and aloof face became even more defined.
"What are you doing here?" Fu Yuhua stared at Fu Yushu. "Are you here to watch the show? Or are you trying to use the power of your Fu family to teach me a lesson?"
Fu Yushu remained silent.
He remained silent, gazing at Fu Yuhua.
Fu Yuhua couldn't tell what he was thinking.
Just looking at that face, I subconsciously clenched my hands.
Memories that you thought you had forgotten suddenly surged back like a tidal wave.
Fu Yushu often looked like this when he was a child.
Silent and taciturn, unlike Fu Yuqi, who is chattering, noisy, and prone to causing trouble.
But every time Fu Yuqi or she caused trouble, it was always Fu Yushu who stepped forward to take responsibility and solve the problem.
At that time, what Fu Yuhua was most proud of was having such an enviable older brother.
Until that day, she watched as Fu Yushu pushed her pregnant mother down the stairs...
My palms felt sticky; I couldn't tell if it was from the moisturizing hand cream or from sweat.
Fu Yuhua loosened her fist and stared at Fu Yushu.
The face before me had grown considerably since I remembered it six years ago; it was now more profound, mature, and deep.
It makes them even more despicable.
“Fu Yushu, if you’re still a man, then come at me with whatever you’ve got. Involving innocent people and resorting to underhanded tactics will only make me despise you more.”
After saying this, Fu Yuhua was about to walk past Fu Yushu and leave.
But just as the two were about to pass each other, a large, warm hand grasped their wrist.
"Believe it or not, I didn't do what happened tonight."
A familiar voice rang out nearby, and Fu Yuhua involuntarily shuddered.
also.
He said, "Yes."
Fu Yuhua recalled the car accident that Song Ying almost caused when she first came to Nancheng.
At that time, she thought it was Fu Yushu's doing, so she dialed the number she had remembered for many years but had never dialed in the past six years for the first time and questioned him sternly.
At that time, Fu Yushu gave the same answer.
It wasn't him.
Later, it was proven that Fu Yuqi was the mastermind behind it all.
now……
"Even if it wasn't you, can you honestly say that today's events have absolutely nothing to do with you? Those people had guns. In Nancheng, besides your Fu family, who else would dare to carry a gun and commit violence?!"
As she said this, Fu Yuhua forcefully twisted her wrist, breaking free from Fu Yushu's grip.
"You're right, I can't guarantee it."
Fu Yushu released his grip and took a step back. "Sorry."
"Pretentious."
Fu Yuhua sneered and walked towards the hall without looking back.
Under the locust tree in the corner, Fu Yushu slowly turned around, watching the receding figure, and stuck the cigarette butt, which had burned to the end between the index and middle fingers of his other hand, against the red brick wall beside him.
The fragrance of Longjing tea lingering on my palms was masked by the bittersweet aroma of tobacco and dissipated into the night.
"Mr. Fu."
A voice came from behind, breaking the silence of the night.
Fu Yushu turned around and met a face that was wild and unruly.
The person in front of me is more youthful than in the photos, but he also has a stronger presence. A strange fusion of calm maturity and confident, flamboyant youthfulness is achieved in him.
"Mr. Qin, it's been a long time."
Fu Yushu calmly gazed at Qin Shu, who was about the same height as her, showing neither the nervousness nor embarrassment of being caught spying.
"Let's chat?" Qin Shu looked back calmly and extended an invitation.
"Sure, let's chat." Fu Yushu nodded, offering him a cigarette. "Want one?"
"Thank you, but no need. My wife doesn't like the smell of tobacco."
Fu Yushu nodded, changed the direction of the cigarette he offered with his fingertips, brought it to his lips, and with a flash of the lighter, the cigarette butt glowed in the night.
"Mr. Qin, please go first."
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