Chapter 193 Disgust
Looking at the light from the darkness, it is clearly visible.
Looking from the light into the shadows, everything is vague and indistinct.
Fu Yuhua and Song Ying stood at the window of the hall, looking at the two figures standing in the corner of the courtyard. They were too far away to hear what the two were saying, let alone see their lip movements.
All that could be vaguely seen was the corner of Fu Yushu's traditional Chinese robe fluttering in the night wind, and the flickering light of a cigarette butt.
“Fu Yushu just said that he didn’t do it,” Fu Yuhua suddenly said.
Song Ying hummed in agreement. "Then maybe it really wasn't him who did it."
"Do you believe him?" Fu Yuhua asked.
"I don't believe it." Song Ying shook her head. Trust is often built on familiarity, and today was the first time she had met Fu Yushu in person, so there was no basis for trust.
"I say this because I feel he has no reason to lie. There are only a few possibilities for what happened tonight—first, he did it; second, someone else did it based on his intentions, just like last time; third, it was done by a third party outside the Fu family, in order to provoke a conflict between the Qin family and the Fu family so that they could reap the benefits."
Song Ying crossed her arms and looked at Qin Shu and Fu Yushu in the distance. "No matter which one it is, in the eyes of outsiders, it is related to the Fu family. Even if Fu Yushu denies it, others will still hold him accountable. So unless he really didn't do it, he has no need to deny it."
"Moreover, this is Nancheng, a place where everyone has to be mindful of the Fu family's feelings. As someone with absolute authority, he has even less reason to lie."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yuhua fell silent.
Yes, this is the southern part of the city.
Even if he claims he did it, what can anyone else do to him?
Anyway, the entire southern part of the city is inhabited by people with the surname Fu.
“The waters of Nancheng are deep, and Fu Yushu is not an easy opponent to deal with—Yuhua, you have to be careful on your way forward.”
Song Ying did not dissuade Fu Yuhua from giving up her revenge.
No one can truly empathize with another's pain, nor are they qualified to show compassion on behalf of others. As a friend, when the other person has made up their mind, all we can do is offer them our wholehearted respect and support.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the hall.
After Peng Wen and the others finished giving their statements, Captain Sun and the others also appeared, constantly looking into the courtyard with anxious and nervous expressions.
For Fu Yushu to come in person at this hour is no small matter.
But when the person arrived, he stayed in the courtyard and didn't go inside. He was talking to another unfamiliar man, which made things even stranger.
Especially after learning that the person speaking to Fu Yushu was Song Ying's husband, Qin Shu, the head of the Qin family in the capital, Captain Sun's expression became increasingly tense.
Someone brought two cups of hot water.
"Miss Song, Miss Fu, it's chilly at night. Why don't you have some hot water to warm up? We have a lounge here. It's the middle of the night, and you're both dressed so lightly. Why don't you go to the lounge and rest for a while?"
The tone was completely different from before.
Fu Yuhua wasn't buying it and was about to refuse when Song Ying, who had already thanked her, took the hot water and handed a cup to Fu Yuhua, saying, "There's no need to make things difficult for your health."
The autumn nights are indeed quite chilly. If I stay here in the wind, I'll most likely catch a cold tomorrow. A cold doesn't feel good, not to mention I have to keep filming non-stop afterwards. Song Ying didn't want to put up with that.
Fu Yuhua had no choice but to accept, and then glanced at the two people in the courtyard who seemed to have endless things to talk about.
Song Ying was more optimistic than her, "They haven't fought for a long time, so there's a high chance nothing will happen later. Besides, Peng Wen and the others are still here. Aren't you going to Li Zhu's photography exhibition tomorrow? Get some rest first."
Fu Yuhua then remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
It's funny, really.
She was just sharing the photography exhibition tickets with Song Ying at the hotel, but after what happened tonight, she almost forgot she had something to do tomorrow.
That's true. Even if we keep standing by the window hoping, it won't solve anything, so there's really no need to keep enduring it.
The blankets in the lounge were newly changed.
Song Ying leaned back on the soft leather sofa, feeling exhausted. Qin Shu's arrival seemed to give her a shot of adrenaline, and she quickly fell asleep.
But it was Fu Yuhua.
My body was tired, but my mind was incredibly clear.
Whenever I close my eyes, Fu Yushu's face appears before me, along with all the memories of the past, and the hem of his traditional Chinese robe fluttering in the night wind.
Outsiders call the head of the Fu family a "smiling Confucian businessman," not only because he always has a refined and gentle smile in front of others, but also because Fu Yushu always wears a traditional Chinese robe.
Upper-class businessmen pursue a respectable image, especially the younger generation, who prefer to wear suits and ties to project maturity and composure. However, Fu Yushu has always dressed like this since he took over the family business at the age of twenty-one.
I've worn this one style for almost ten years.
I don't find it annoying.
She managed to make this not-so-trendy style look fashionable, inspiring countless imitators.
Over time, even though beneath his gentle and approachable exterior lay an iron-fisted approach, many people eventually only vaguely remembered that the current head of the Fu family was a very handsome, refined man who loved traditional Chinese poetry and painting.
But Fu Yuhua knew that the original traditional Chinese style outfit was just a poorly designed and tailored summer outfit for a girl, and a clumsy handmade gift.
What a hypocrite!
Who are you trying to impress by dressing like that?
If she had known what would happen later, she would have preferred to tear that outfit to shreds rather than give Fu Yushu the opportunity to put on such a hypocritical act of brotherly and sisterly affection.
There is never any true affection in the Fu family.
She used to feel so proud when she saw Fu Yushu like that; now, when she sees that face and that attire again, she feels so disgusted.
Fu Yuhua gritted her teeth, her cheeks were stiff from holding the weight, and her fists were clenched tightly, but her eyes were still wet with tears.
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When the door to the lounge was knocked on, the tear tracks on Fu Yuhua's eyes had already dried.
He got up and opened the door; it was Qin Shu.
Fu Yuhua took two steps back to make way and whispered a reminder, "Aying is still sleeping. The film crew has been working very hard lately, and she's exhausted."
"Thank you, Miss Fu."
Qin Shu thanked her, and after entering the room, he draped his coat over Song Ying's shoulders, then gently picked her up and carried her in his arms.
“…Ashu…”
Song Ying was still half asleep, but upon feeling the familiar embrace, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Shu's neck.
Qin Shu coaxed softly, "Things are all taken care of now. I'll take you back to your hotel. Get some rest when you get back."
"...When I sent Yu Hua, she was there too..." Even in her dreamlike slumber, Song Ying did not forget Fu Yu Hua.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yuhua quickly said, "I'm fine, Aying, don't worry about me. You go back and rest first."
Qin Shu looked at Fu Yuhua and said, "Miss Fu, it's too late. Let Peng Wen take you home, otherwise Aying won't be able to rest easy."
Fu Yuhua originally wanted to refuse, but when she caught a glimpse of another figure in the hall, she subconsciously nodded.
"Okay, then I'll trouble you."
It was hard to get a taxi, and Xiao Qiong had been sent to the hospital. Rather than facing Fu Yushu while waiting, she decided to have Qin Shu's men give her a ride.
"Let's go." Qin Shu turned and walked outside.
Fu Yuhua followed behind.
As she walked through the hall, she kept her eyes straight ahead, yet she could still feel a gaze upon her until it was finally blocked by the wall.
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