36. I hate you so much
Desperate to know the answer.
"Master Fu...Fu Qiulei..." the girl paused, feeling a little lost for words, "He's not as good as you think."
"I know that everyone with the surname Fu is cunning and shrewd! When our investments failed and we declared bankruptcy, and your grandfather passed away, and we were forced to sell our house to pay off our debts and move our family, the Fu family didn't help us at all."
She pursed her lips and gently resisted his prejudice: "Dad, don't kill everyone with one stick. Holding the torch is still very good..."
"When you were pursuing Gu He before, your mother and I both felt it was inappropriate, but you stubbornly protected him, and what happened? What a piece of shit you ended up with!"
Chu Pingyou gave her a look and she immediately fell silent.
He lowered his head, but thought in his heart: No! Zhiju is different from Gu He. She is the best girl in the world. How can Gu He compare with her?
The atmosphere became tense.
After a while, the man asked again:
"Where are you going to hide?"
"Let's head north for now... As long as we stay away from here and out of their surveillance range, we'll be safe."
After she finished speaking, she looked at her father beside her with a pair of almond-shaped eyes filled with sadness.
"Dad, I'm worried about you and Mom..."
"We're fine. What can Fu Rongshen do to me in public? If he really dares to attack me, I, Chu Pingyou, am not a pushover. I'll make him suffer the consequences of the lawsuit for the rest of his life!"
"But you, girl, always do things quietly and never tell the family! Your mother and I only found out about it after it happened. We were so angry."
"I'm sorry, Dad. I know I'm not a filial daughter. I've made you worry about me at your age." She lowered her eyelashes. "I've made up my mind. After this storm is over, I'll go to Haicheng to accompany you. I won't go out and explore the world anymore."
"Don't you really want to stay in Hong Kong?" He frowned, looking worried.
This child had been in a low mood for a while since she moved to Haicheng at the age of fourteen. At that time, her family was busy with their revival and no one paid any attention to her.
It was by chance that he saw her sitting on the steps in front of her house and looking to the west after finishing her homework. When he asked her the reason, he heard her say, "I miss Gangcheng. That's our hometown. I wonder if it's snowing now." Only then did he realize that she was homesick.
Suddenly, a feeling of sadness came over me as I left my hometown.
Yan Hui is a very nostalgic child.
She kept the brown bear from her childhood until she grew up, patching it up and never throwing it away. It is still on the bed in her room in Haicheng.
Chu Yanhui curled the corners of his mouth, his smile a little pale: "No, this place is not suitable for me."
The port city is beautiful. It is her hometown that she can recall when she closes her eyes, but she is destined to have no chance to be there.
Everyone has their own destiny, and this is her fate.
The high-speed train travels through the night, and through the glass you can vaguely see the tall buildings and lights passing by outside. This is the night of the port city.
…
The capital of Country A.
The presidential suite in a high-rise building.
A man in black pajamas stood by the bedroom window holding a cell phone, listening to the girl on the other end of the phone say:
"There's no point in being with an old man like you... Fu Rongshen, I hate you so much. I never want to see you again in this life!"
Her voice sounded resentful and cold, filled with deep disgust, she really hated it.
Instantly, he felt as if he had been struck by a club. Unable to react, the color drained from his face bit by bit. He seemed to have suffered from aphasia, unable to utter a single word.
The hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.
Dizziness.
The next moment, two harsh hang-up tones came from the phone: "Beep - Beep -"
The voice seemed to be mocking him, see, you deserve it!
The phone fell to the ground with a "bang".
Suddenly, my heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.
His stiff, mechanical body swayed, and veins on his forehead bulged with pain. He held onto the glass, one hand covering his chest, and slowly fell to the ground.
Beads of cold sweat slid down his cheeks, his face was as pale as paper, but he smiled miserably.
"Okay... so you hate me so much..."
“Dongdong——”
Secretary Cheng knocked on the door twice to hand over the information the boss had just requested, but no one answered.
When I pushed the door open, I found the other person leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands covering his chest, looking painful.
"Director Fu!"
He quickly called the emergency number.
I stayed in the hospital until dawn to complete the infusion. The doctor looked at the chest X-ray and gave the diagnosis:
There's nothing wrong with my heart. I just took sleeping pills and fell asleep, but then I forced myself to stay awake, and then I got so angry that I suddenly had angina.
In the car, Secretary Cheng glanced at the rearview mirror and said to the man with a bad face:
"The doctor said it's best to get at least five hours of sleep a day, Mr. Fu, but you're not getting enough right now."
"How about we postpone this morning's meeting? You can go back and rest first?"
Unexpectedly, not only did the other party not accept the proposal, but they also gave the following instructions: "Go to the International Conference Hall. Tell the other people from the company who came with you to negotiate this cooperation within this week."
"This week? With such a rush, I'm afraid those people won't be able to finish it, nor are they willing to..."
Cheng Quan's eyes nearly popped out. This was half a month's worth of work! The other company had said they could negotiate until the beginning of August, so why was it suddenly compressed to just one week?
Fu Rongshen pinched his palm to resist the faint pain in his heart. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him. His voice was hoarse and cold, and he was intimidating without being angry:
"Secretary Cheng, your job is to pass on information, not to answer questions for them."
Cheng Quan felt a chill rising from his back and immediately said, "...Yes, Mr. Fu."
He could sense that Mr. Fu was in a very bad mood at the moment, because he didn't usually speak like that.
Fu Rongshen never showed his emotions, and it was difficult to guess what had happened just from his expression.
But shortening the time for discussing cooperation must also be related to this matter.
Because he was asked to immediately investigate Miss Chu's movements yesterday, he guessed that Fu Rongshen's mood changes were related to her.
But he didn't dare say much.
I could only ask tentatively: "Mr. Fu, I found the information you wanted... Do you still want to see it?"
The man's tongue touched the roof of his mouth, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he uttered two calm yet chilling words:
"Throw it away."
The secretary who was driving stiffened slightly and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
It really is related to Miss Chu...
Just pray that nothing serious happens.
After all, this was the first time in all these years that Mr. Fu was so angry that he had angina and had to go to the hospital for an IV drip.
The development of things is often unpredictable by individuals.
Secretary Cheng will soon find that his prayers are of no use at all.
During the days of discussing cooperation, Fu Rongshen no longer arranged for him to report Chu Yanhui's movements or any information about her.
Whenever he mentioned this name, the man would stare at him with cold eyes: "Are you free?"
He was so scared that he never dared to mention it again.
At the same time, I also realized the seriousness of the matter.
A week later.
Fu Rongshen and the company's negotiating personnel related to the cooperation flew back to Gangcheng.
No one could have predicted that beneath the peaceful surface, a storm would come.
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