Chapter 105 Fu Quezhou, you bastard!
As soon as Zhang Biao finished speaking, Su Yumian felt a blackout in front of his eyes, because this mobile phone was bought for him by Fu Quezhou.
Looking back now, on the day Su's mother was murdered, not long after Zhang Biao and the other two left, Fu Quezhou arrived with his men.
He didn't tell Fu Quezhou where he went, so how could he find him?
Seeing his face turning pale and blue, Zhang Biao sneered, "Now you understand, your mother was killed by Fu Quezhou."
Su Yumian looked at Zhang Biao in disbelief and shook his head repeatedly, "No, he wouldn't do that. There's no reason for him to do that."
But these words were full of doubt, and even he himself didn't believe it.
Zhang Biao was stunned. He didn't expect Su Yumian to be so quick-witted.
"Then you have to ask yourself, did you do something to make him angry? You also know that Fu Quezhou is a lunatic, and lunatics can do anything."
He did not explicitly say that Fu Quezhou was the one who killed Su's mother. He deliberately left it ambiguous so that Su Yumian could identify the culprit herself.
After he finished speaking, he ignored Su Yumian who was standing there in a daze, curled his lips and turned to leave.
Su Yumian stood there in a daze for a long time. He couldn't understand why his mother's death was caused by Fu Quezhou.
Once the seeds of doubt take root in your heart, they will grow like weeds and can never be pulled out.
He didn't remember how he got back to the company. Li Yao saw that his face was pale and asked hurriedly, "Yu Mian, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Yumian looked at Li Yao slowly and said calmly, "I'm fine..."
Then he turned his gaze to Fu Quezhou who was busy in the office.
Coincidentally, Fu Quezhou also looked up and their eyes met.
This time, Su Yumian did not look away, but stared at him blankly.
He wanted to see clearly what kind of person Fu Quezhou was.
Until he got off work in the evening, Su Yumian was in a daze and his mind was a mess.
On the way back, he and Fu Quezhou sat in the back seat while Secretary Jin drove.
The atmosphere in the car seemed a bit weird. Su Yumian stayed far away from Fu Quezhou, leaning against the car window without saying a word.
Secretary Jin looked at the two people through the rearview mirror, wondering what they were doing.
Fu Quezhou reached out and pulled him, and asked with a worried tone, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
The moment Su Yumian was touched by Fu Quezhou, he trembled subconsciously.
Then she pushed his hand away and said calmly, "It's okay."
Fu Quezhou frowned unhappily, and held his hand forcefully, clasping his fingers together and squeezing tighter and tighter.
Su Yumian tried to break free, but the more he tried to pull out, the tighter he held on, so he could only helplessly let him hold on.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of the villa.
As soon as the car stopped, Su Yumian couldn't wait to open the door and get out, walking straight into the house.
Fu Quezhou stared at his back, his face somewhat gloomy. He turned to Secretary Jin and said, "You can go back."
"OK."
Then he stepped into the living room and saw Su Yumian sitting on the sofa in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.
He always felt that Su Yumian was a little strange today.
He walked over to Su Yumian and sat down, then he put his arm around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.
He whispered, "Who made my Mian Mian unhappy today? Tell me, and I'll help you kill him."
Hearing this, Su Yumian moved back and looked at him in shock. Did he know what he was talking about?
The word "murder" sounded so easy coming out of his mouth.
He pushed Fu Quezhou away and distanced himself from him. After taking a deep breath, he asked, "Zhouzhou, I have something to ask you."
Fu Quezhou was a little unhappy after being pushed away, but he still said patiently, "Okay, ask."
Su Yumian looked up at him and asked word by word, "Has the murderer of my mother really been caught?"
He stared at Fu Quezhou's face, afraid of missing any change in his expression.
Fu Quezhou was stunned. He didn't expect him to ask this.
"Cheng Ye went to catch it himself, how could it be fake?"
Fu Quezhou's face looked normal, and there was no difference.
Hearing his answer, Su Yumian's heart instantly sank to the bottom. Lie!
He had just met Zhang Biao, but he said that Zhang Biao was arrested. Then who did he meet?
He secretly clenched his hands on his knees, endured the dull pain in his heart, and asked the second question.
"Then how did you find us on the day my mother was murdered?"
After asking, he stared at Fu Quezhou's face, not missing any change.
When Fu Quezhou heard this question, the expression on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly hid it.
He didn't answer directly, but turned to Wu Ma and said, "Wu Ma, is the meal ready?"
Su Yumian stared at Fu Quezhou's dodging appearance, and the light in his pupils instantly shattered.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and the sweet and fishy taste of rust spread in his mouth. It turned out that heartache could really turn into physical pain.
He kept his eyes open, not wanting to miss any expression on his face, but the more he looked, the more the dull pain in his heart tormented him.
By the end, my eyes were sore and tears were welling up in them.
He wanted to laugh, but his cheeks were stiff, and his throat felt like it was stuck with countless needles, piercing down into his lungs. Every breath he took was accompanied by a rusty pain.
"Why don't you answer?"
Su Yumian said this with almost all his strength. He hoped that Fu Quezhou could explain it, no matter what.
Fu Quezhou's expression turned cold. He stood up and looked down at Su Yumian, saying coldly, "Answer what...?"
"Answer the truth: you installed a location tracking system on my phone! Tell me the truth: you killed my mom!!!"
Su Yumian suddenly stood up in excitement and roared at him. This was his first and most fierce resistance to Fu Quezhou.
He could tolerate Fu Quezhou's control, paranoia, and even humiliation, but his mother could not.
She was one of the few people who had given him warmth in his more than 20 years of life.
Fu Quezhou saw that his eyes were red and the veins on his neck were bulging with anger.
In the past, Su Yumian had always been a docile little lamb. If he said east, Su Yumian would never dare to go west.
But is the person in front of him still his Mianmian?
He exhaled slowly, took Su Yumian's hand and walked to the second floor, "You are emotionally unstable now, we will talk after you wake up..."
“Let me go!!”
Su Yumian violently pushed him away, looking at him with deep sorrow, and said word by word, "Fu Quezhou, why don't you dare to answer? Or have you been deceiving me all along?"
Fu Quezhou looked at the hand he had slapped away, his face gradually becoming gloomy.
He suddenly bent down, picked up Su Yumian, and strode towards the second floor.
Su Yumian was startled and slapped him on the back, "Fu Quezhou, put me down! Do you hear me? Put me down!!"
But Fu Quezhou didn't listen at all. He pushed the door open and threw Su Yumian on the bed.
He said coldly, "I told you, you're not in your right mind right now. Let's talk when you wake up. I advise you not to provoke me anymore!"
After saying that, Fu Quezhou turned around and went out, closing the door with a bang.
"Fu Quezhou, you bastard!"
Su Yumian grabbed the pillow and threw it towards the door, then clutched her knees tightly and cried softly.
I don't feel any pain when my nails dig into my flesh. This little pain is nothing compared to the blood flowing in my heart.
What he cared about most was not that Fu Quezhou had deceived him, but that he had once ridiculously believed that he had the ability to change this person.
There was a moment when he regarded this person as his salvation.
But this redemption eventually turned into a fierce ghost that sought his mother's life.
Fu Quezhou came downstairs and said coldly to the worried Wu Ma, "You're no longer needed here. Go home."
Aunt Wu hesitated and glanced at the room on the second floor. She said, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu..."
"I told you to get out! Didn't you hear me?!"
Aunt Wu was frightened and hurriedly untied her apron. She looked weakly at the closed door on the second floor and turned away quickly.
As soon as Wu Ma left, Fu Quezhou tugged at his tie and walked quickly towards the study with a ferocious expression.
Then he pushed open the secret door and headed straight to the basement.
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