Chapter 42 Backer "If you die in prison, you'll never get out."...
In the darkened space, the light was weakened by the translucent glass, barely falling on the girl with a nervous expression at the doorway.
The door lock turned, and she was so startled that she stepped back. The light shone in again, and she could finally see who it was.
He quickly locked the door, his trembling hands gripping it, and took a deep breath: "Brother Qiaosheng, I've brought her here."
Fu Qiaosheng looked at the figure on the sofa, who was already unconscious, lying on the side with her head tilted back, looking completely at someone else's mercy.
He bent down and took the cigarette out of the box. The girl's cold hand reached out and bit it. He looked at her and suddenly stopped moving.
"Brother Qiaosheng, what are you going to do to her?" She tried to calm herself down by smoking a cigarette; her face was deathly pale.
"Now you know to ask?" Fu laughed, tossing the lighter over.
"I did everything you said. She didn't drink the drugged wine, so I could only knock her unconscious." She had never done anything like this before. It was just that some minor squabbles with her classmates taught her how to do things quietly. With a heavy heart, she grabbed a mop and hit her, and she fell down.
"So obedient?" Fu Qiaosheng slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
The girl said, "Didn't you tell me to do this? You said you'd marry me as long as I brought her here."
Fu Qiaosheng neither agreed nor refused, turning her back to her and walking inside, leaving behind the words, "You can leave now."
"Why?" The girl looked at him, a bad feeling creeping over her. "Could it be... could it be that you're going to do something to her?"
She quickly stepped forward: "Didn't you want someone to do that kind of thing to her? You, do you want to..."
"Wu Shilan." Fu looked at her with a sullen voice, his eyes filled with impatience. "You sent her here, wasn't that something prepared for me?"
"No..." Wu Shilan was about to cry. "You can't do this to me. I'm pregnant, and we're getting married soon."
"You're pregnant, and no one's helping me. Shouldn't I be looking for someone else?" Fu sat down and nudged the person next to her with one hand. She was indeed unconscious.
“You can’t do that!” Wu Shilan said immediately. “I’m fine, I’m just pregnant.”
"Is that so?" Fu said in a hoarse voice, "Then when your belly gets bigger, or you get fat, or you become ugly, I will lose my desire."
"No, I will keep exercising." Wu Shilan knelt on the ground, her hands on his knees, trying to pull him back.
Fu Qiaosheng stroked her head, a cigarette between two fingers.
Then he said, "In that case, what do you plan to do with her?"
Wu Shilan didn't understand what he was saying: "I'm just doing what you say, I don't know."
“But I didn’t tell you to knock her out,” Fu said in a hoarse voice. “In ten minutes, Fu Huaizhi will find us here with his men. What are you going to say then?”
Wu Shilan had never thought about these things.
She thought Fu Qiaosheng's plan was to get her into someone else's bed, so after her drugging scheme failed, she changed her plan on her own. But she didn't expect that Fu Qiaosheng had no intention of doing so at all.
A smile played on the man's lips as his long, slender fingers ran through the woman's hair.
His veins bulged, and he suddenly grabbed her hair with all his might, looking down at her up close.
“You know I don’t get along with my older brother. Once he comes to power, the first person he’ll get rid of is me.”
"She was supposed to be given to my elder brother as a gift, hoping he would treat me better out of old friendship. But now that you've hurt someone, he won't let us off the hook. What should we do?"
“Brother Qiaosheng…” Wu Shilan grabbed his wrist in fear, “I, I don’t know, let go, it hurts.”
Fu Qiaosheng pushed her away.
As if his hands were dirty, he took out a tissue and wiped them.
He coldly uttered two words: "Idiot."
Wu Shilan didn't have time to mind that he had scolded her; her mind was filled with his words.
"Then, let's wake her up quickly."
She staggered forward and slapped Song Luoyun's face hard with her palms.
"Wake up! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this to you. Please wake up."
Fu looked at her coldly, his eyes catching the change in her expression, and he got up and walked towards the door.
The door hasn't been opened yet.
"Bang--"
The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.
The commotion startled people both inside and outside. Wu Shilan's hand was still suspended in mid-air when a dark aura swept over her, and she was pushed to the ground with great force.
She looked helplessly at Fu Qiaosheng.
He paid no attention to her, smiling as he lit a cigarette, staring directly at the quick-moving Fu Huaizhi.
The man knelt carefully on the sofa, eager to check if she had any wounds, but the light was too dim and he couldn't see anything, his mood sinking little by little.
He picked her up, held her tightly in his arms, and stood up straight, staring at Fu Qiaosheng.
"Is my elder brother afraid that I have already defiled her?"
Fu Qiaosheng leaned casually against the corner of the wall, his tone fearless.
He said, "Don't worry, it wasn't in time, but it's a pity."
He was not afraid of Fu Huaizhi, and was certain that he would not dare to hurt him.
Whenever he dares to touch a single finger, Fu Huaihe will cripple one of his arms.
Fu Huaizhi's eyes were so red they could pierce him. If someone were there to protect the person in his arms, he would not hesitate to step forward and kill him.
He rubbed her shoulder with one hand and said in a deep voice, "You think you still have someone to rely on?"
"Brother, I don't need a backer." Fu Qiaosheng's smile faded slightly. "You don't really think you can send me to jail with what you have?"
Fu Huaizhi stood there, like a bottomless ancient well. Compared to Fu Qiaosheng's madness, he was calm and treated him as a clamoring toy.
Fu Qiaosheng persisted in provoking him: "Brother, if you're going to destroy everything I have, I won't let you get away with it. I'll keep an eye on the people around you, torture them, and make them wish they were dead."
"Even if you have the ability to send me to prison, I'll get out one day. Aren't you afraid?"
His facial features were almost distorted, and even the girls who admired him were afraid to back away. Fu Huaizhi's chest did not rise or fall, and indifference emanated from his bones.
The person in his arms let out a soft groan, indicating her discomfort. Fu Huaizhi held her even tighter and gently covered her ears.
He said to Fu Qiaosheng, "If you die in prison, you'll never get out."
Fu Qiaosheng was taken aback.
Then he burst out laughing.
That's brilliant! This person who's been pretending for half his life has finally given himself away.
Fu Huaizhi stopped looking at him and led the girl forward.
He passed by Fu Qiaosheng without looking up at him, but Fu Qiaosheng was more easily provoked.
He gritted his teeth and growled, "Fu Huaizhi, I really want to see you kneel down and beg me."
Fu Huaizhi ignored him and strode forward.
Fu Qiaosheng's laughter followed, wave after wave.
...
Fu Huaizhi took the person directly to the hospital.
Once he was out of the shadows, he could clearly see the several slap marks on her face, so red they were almost blinding, which made him clench his fist and slam it onto the steering wheel.
But realizing that she would be afraid of him like this, he tried to suppress his emotions.
The doctor examined her and found that the impact to the back of her head was quite serious. Fortunately, it did not cause intracranial hemorrhage, but it did cause mild brain damage, which may lead to symptoms such as headache, dizziness, and difficulty concentrating.
Fu Huaizhi nearly pinched his arm until it bled.
He only stayed at the club for ten minutes that evening before being called away by a phone call to deal with company matters.
Not long after, he received a notification on his phone from a new message alert.
The message clearly states: 'Song Luoyun' requests to add you as a friend.
Perhaps it was her attitude towards him after they broke up; he knew very well that she wouldn't take the initiative to contact him unless something happened.
While replying to the message, he had already set off back to the clubhouse, searching every corner.
It was his fault for not protecting her.
He knew that she had become more and more confident after leaving him, so he chose not to bother her, but he still dragged her down with him.
In the ward, the person on the bed was pale, and the person beside the bed had stubble and had been keeping watch all night.
...
When Song Luoyun woke up, her head was throbbing so badly it felt like it was going to explode. It took her a long time to remember what had happened the night before.
Cold sweat broke out on her back. She looked at the unfamiliar clothes she was wearing, and non-existent memories flashed through her mind.
She realized she was in a hospital, but there was no one around, and her phone was dead. She couldn't help but wonder if something bad had happened to her. She quickly put on her shoes and went outside, anxiously looking for a nurse.
A hand grabbed her from the side, and she gasped in surprise, instinctively pushing it away.
"Song Luoyun." A familiar voice came from inside.
She looked up abruptly, and the moment she saw that person, tears welled up in her eyes.
Fu Huaizhi hugged her and rubbed her head reassuringly: "It's alright, don't be afraid."
"Fu Huaizhi, it's me." Song Luoyun could hardly contain herself and had to ask the question that mattered most to her.
“Nothing happened, don’t worry,” he told her.
Fu Huaizhi sent someone to bring warm porridge, which Song Luoyun ate numbly, gradually calming down.
Nothing happened last night.
Fu Huaizhi arrived just in time.
The nurses also helped her change her clothes.
When the phone is plugged in, several messages pop up.
【What's wrong? 】
Something happened?
Give me your address.
Don't be afraid, I'm here.
The chat box, which hadn't appeared for a long time, finally became active. Song Luoyun turned off her phone and bent down to stir the contents of the bowl.
"I heard from your roommate that you've finished your exams?" Fu Huaizhi's gaze never left her.
Song Luoyun said, "Mm."
"Then rest for a few days. You have a mild concussion, so avoid overworking your brain."
"good."
Fu Huaizhi only said two sentences before getting up and walking out of the ward, leaving her alone.
Song Luoyun could tell from his shadow that he had been standing by the wall the whole time, staring at him for a long time without knowing why.
Only then did I realize what was happening, and I looked down to reply to various messages.
Denise couldn't find her all night and sent her many messages before finally hearing from Fu Huaizhi that she was safe.
She is currently on a plane back to China and cannot reply. Apart from that, no one else has contacted her.
After eating something and feeling a little better, she pushed open the door and entered the corridor, where Fu Huaizhi was still standing.
"Do you want to go back?" he asked.
Song Luoyun: "Mm."
"I send you."
Song Luoyun nodded. She also hoped he could take her home, but she didn't know how to say it.
They walked silently to the parking lot, neither of them speaking until they were close to their destination, at which point Fu Huaizhi finally spoke.
"I'm sorry about last night, I've dragged you into this."
"It's nothing." Song Luoyun paused, but ultimately didn't tell him what Fu Qiaosheng had said last night.
“These things will be taken care of soon. In the meantime, I’ll arrange for bodyguards to accompany you,” Fu Huaizhi said.
Song Luoyun remained silent.
She was afraid that Fu Qiaosheng would keep pursuing her. What happened yesterday could happen countless times. But she was even more uncomfortable with someone following her. There were too many people and too many eyes on her at school, and gossip was likely to spread.
Fu Huaizhi observed her expression through the rearview mirror.
After waiting for a while without a response, he said, "If you don't like it, then don't take it."
The car entered the school road and stopped in front of the dormitory building. Song Luoyun looked uncontrollably at the place where he had fainted last time.
The two avoided mentioning the matter, acting more like strangers.
"I've arrived." She got out of the car.
He said, "Thank you, Fu Huaizhi," just before closing the door.
Entering the elevator, going upstairs, I quietly looked down from the corridor.
The car had already driven away, and he didn't chase after her.
For some reason, Song Luoyun sighed again.
That's probably how things are between them.
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Author's Note: The road to winning back my wife is long and arduous~
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