Chapter 71 Weakness
Manlan International.
The most luxurious hotel in Beijing, its towering buildings reflecting a cold light in the night.
The top floor of the clubhouse.
Fang Qibai pushed open the door and entered under the respectful gaze of the waiter.
Inside, a crystal chandelier casts a warm, bright light, beams of light cascading down from overhead, while the edges of the black leather sofa are outlined with smooth curves and a glossy sheen.
Fang Qizhou slumped into the sofa, his posture languid and aloof.
Hearing the noise, he listlessly lifted his eyelids and said, "They came quickly, didn't they?"
With each step Fang Qibai took inside, the coldness in his eyes deepened.
"Fang Qizhou, what exactly do you want to do?"
Fang Qibai's deep, cold, and suppressed voice cast a chilling, frosty hue over the night.
A computer sits casually on a jeweled gold carpet.
On the computer screen, ambiguous breathing could be heard intermittently.
Two white bodies, intertwined on the bed, came into clear view of Fang Qibai.
The woman's face was flushed as she clung to the man before her.
The video showed a woman's face that he knew all too well.
Fang Qibai's pupils contracted violently, and his stomach churned and spasmed.
He suppressed the nausea rising in his stomach and, almost without thinking, reached out to close the computer video interface.
Just as Fang Qibai was about to touch the computer, Fang Qizhou kicked the laptop away with his toe.
Fang Qi's white hand hovered in the air—
Fang Qizhou chuckled lightly, his dark eyes as indifferent as a thin blade in the night, piercing Fang Qibai, "I told you to go see the scene, but you didn't go; you wanted to watch the live broadcast instead."
"See? You still can't accept it."
The woman's voice in the video became increasingly urgent—
Fang Qizhou clicked his tongue, seemingly thinking that the woman's screams were too loud and unpleasant to hear.
“A popular young male celebrity and a wealthy wife,” Fang Qizhou said in a cold tone, “If the video were to leak out, quite a few people would probably enjoy watching it.”
Fang Qibai's forehead veins bulged with suppressed anger, and he closed his eyes briefly.
When I opened my eyes again, they were bloodshot and dark and cold.
"What do you want from me to let her go?"
The man and woman in the video were completely unaware that their every move was being recorded by a hidden camera.
Fang Qizhou lowered his crossed legs, a half-smile playing on his lips.
Over the years, he had grown tired of the games played by the Fang family.
Leng Qiyi cares about her reputation, the Fang family, and even more so about her precious son, Fang Qibai.
She had painstakingly cultivated that virtuous and docile stepmother persona, always putting him first, and trying to please Fang Zeheng in every way, all to pave the way for Fang Qibai.
If the video of Leng Qiyi having an affair in a hotel were to leak, it would be enough to plunge the Fang Group into a media storm, and this shame would become a mark that Fang Qibai could never wash away for the rest of his life.
Fang Qibai gripped the edge of the sofa tightly with his fingertips, his knuckles turning white. "If you want revenge, come at me."
If he knew about what happened at Yueyuan, he would never have allowed his mother to hurt Luo Shuixin.
His mother's absolute control over him made him want to leave the family more than once.
But each time, he would soften his heart at his mother's pleas and cries.
Only at Yueyuan, when he pretended to be Aunt Xin's son, would his father's gaze linger on him briefly.
It was there that he experienced one of the few instances of paternal love his father had for him.
He, Aunt Xin, and his father.
A family of three, living a warm and peaceful life.
Even if it was an illusion, it gave him a brief moment of warmth.
Fang Qizhou lowered his crossed legs. "You have no right to negotiate with me."
The air froze for a moment, then Fang Qibai raised his head, his gaze fixed on him: "Fang Qizhou, do you have anyone you care about? Do you have anyone you want to protect?"
"You're with Zhu Fan, and you don't care about the Fang family's reputation or wealth, but have you ever thought about this—"
"If the Fang family is exposed to a shocking scandal, how will the Zhu family view our Fang family? And how will they view you? At that time, do you think you and Zhu Fan can still stay together?"
Fang Qizhou's dark eyes suddenly turned cold and fierce, like icy blades, fixing on Fang Qibai's face.
Fang Qibai took out a cigarette case and put a cigarette to his lips.
He made the right bet.
They also found Fang Qizhou's weakness.
The two overlapping figures on the computer screen separated—
Fang Qibai felt a sharp, stabbing pain churning in his stomach. He suppressed his nausea and lowered his head to light a cigarette.
"Zhu Fan comes from a wealthy and influential family. She was raised by Old Madam Zhu from a young age and was the apple of her eye, pampered like a precious gem. The Zhu family values character and integrity above all else. Are you willing to put her in a difficult position between you and your family?"
"Everyone in Beijing's social circles knows about the Fang family's messy affairs over the years."
"If another scandal like this breaks out, what does it matter if the Fang family is a top-tier wealthy family? Will her family feel comfortable letting her be with you?"
The playful smile on Fang Qizhou's face froze instantly, vanishing without a trace. He slowly stood up, looking down at Fang Qibai with a chilling aura that could almost tear a person apart.
“Fang Qibai,” he said in a low voice, each word deliberate and carrying a dangerous undercurrent, “who gave you the audacity to use her name as a bargaining chip?”
He took a step forward, his aura exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Fang Qibai exhaled white mist and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Fang Qizhou, don't forget that you also have the surname Fang."
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