41. Yes, it was me who made her leave you!
"explain."
"That afternoon, Miss Chu took a taxi back to the villa and immediately packed her luggage and left."
"I checked the taxi's license plate number and found the driver who was driving at that time that day. I learned that Miss Chu had been crying in the car at that time."
"cry?"
Fu Rongshen's heart ached when she heard this. To make such a stubborn person like her cry, she must have felt extremely wronged.
He put down his pen, frowned, and asked, "Did you find out where she got on the bus?"
Cheng Quan looked at his expression, hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said:
"Fu family's old house."
The man stood up almost immediately, his expression suddenly changing: "What!"
He suddenly remembered what he had found out before, that "Chu Yanhui had been to the old house before leaving." He took the information from Cheng Quan's hand and found that the date was just two days before they had a phone call.
Then, he immediately thought of his father's attitude towards his and Xiaoyan's relationship.
His face was gloomy and there was a coldness in his eyes.
Not only Gu He was involved in this matter, but also his father!
Secretary Cheng pursed his lips and explained his difficulties: "Mr. Fu, I can't get the surveillance footage from the old house, and I can't know exactly what happened. The information is only here. If you want to get more specific, you may need to go back in person..."
He said calmly, "I understand. Let the driver wait for me downstairs."
Fu Qiulei knew that his son was going crazy looking for that woman, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to find her.
"Fu Rongshen, what are you doing?"
He leaned on the sofa, eating the fruit that Chen Ping fed him. He raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing in front of him and questioning him in a deep voice, and he was very displeased.
"I want to know what happened when Chu Yan returned to the old house between 4 and 5 pm on July 28th."
Mr. Fu turned a deaf ear to her, closed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said coldly, "I don't want to hear anything about her."
"Don't think I don't know that you've been looking for that girl all this time. It's best if she leaves on her own accord to save her dignity! Otherwise, she'll end up making a fool of herself and becoming even more embarrassed than her father."
"Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll check the surveillance of the old house myself."
Fu Rongshen glanced at the two people on the sofa and said to the housekeeper beside him, "Take me to the monitoring room."
"Fu Rongshen! What do you want to do? I'm not dead yet! Who dares to check the surveillance at home without my permission?"
The old man stood up suddenly, raised his beard angrily, and knocked his cane hard.
The butler immediately understood and returned to him.
Fu Rongshen stopped, turned around slowly, stared at him intently, and said in a bad tone, "Dad, you neither told me nor allowed me to check the surveillance at home. Are you feeling guilty?"
Fu Qiulei froze for a moment, then calmed himself down.
He cursed: "That's how you talk to your father!"
"I didn't mean to offend you, but you've repeatedly stopped me, and it's hard not to suspect you're involved."
"I don't want to have a conflict with you over this matter. For so many years, I have always respected your wishes and never disobeyed you. The only thing is Chu Yanhui, and I will never let go."
"Her?" Old Master Fu sneered, "Absolutely not!"
"Being with a nephew who's ten years younger than you, and whose family is so poor, how can that be? You have no shame, but I still have some!"
Fu Rongshen curled up his fingers that were hanging on the side of his suit trouser legs. The words "ten years younger" and "nephew" were like knives stabbing into his heart, causing him to bleed painfully.
His expression was not good: “Dad, this matter is not under your jurisdiction.”
"If you stop me from finding out the truth, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He gave Fu Qiulei a last gloomy look, then turned and went upstairs to the monitoring room.
"You! Stop right there!—Unfilial son!"
Fu Qiulei was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know whose son it is to make such a fuss over a woman!"
Seeing this, Chen Ping supported him and patted his chest: "Master, don't be angry. It's not good for your health if you get angry."
Adding fuel to the fire: "Since ancient times, heroes have been unable to resist the temptation of beautiful women. This is Rong Shen's first time, so it's normal for him to act on impulse. The master only needs to give him a few more beauties, and he will naturally get tired of the old ones."
Then he poured him some red wine and massaged his solar plexus.
Mr. Fu was completely convinced by what she said. He had already resumed his usual arrogant and conceited capitalist demeanor. He closed his eyes and said, "Hmm," "You're right. Let's pick a group of women and send them to Shuixie Hua Ting in a couple of days."
The housekeeper in the monitoring room looked at the man with increasingly gloomy expression with trepidation, not daring to say a word.
The air pressure was so low that it was almost suffocating.
Fu Rongshen's words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth:
“Why is there no surveillance record?”
The butler lowered his head and said, "Sir, the surveillance equipment was damaged that day."
"What a damaged device!"
Fu Rongshen suppressed his anger and approached Mr. Fu who was sitting on the sofa in the hall again.
"Dad! What happened that day?"
The old man on the sofa opened his eyelids and smiled his usual contemptuous and arrogant smile:
"Have you checked the surveillance?"
"I won't let you check because there's no record at all. It would be useless to check."
The old man stood up, shook his red wine glass, and said casually: "You want to know what happened that day? Okay, I'll tell you."
He pointed to the steps at the entrance of the hall, his old face calm, as if to say that the weather was nice today.
"Chu Yanhui came to thank me for clearing up the matter for her and brought two cans of wine. Who cares? Thinking about her father who squandered all the family wealth makes me feel sick and unlucky!"
"Don't you doubt me? Yes, I was the one who made her leave you!"
"I gave her a check and told her to stop pestering you shamelessly. She took the check and left without saying a word."
"Look, what a materialistic woman!"
"You should be glad that she left on her own initiative. This is a good thing for both you and the Fu family's reputation."
After a pause, he took another sip of wine indifferently: "If a woman like this leaves, she's gone. If you want her, I can find you countless better ones."
Fu Rongshen stared at him intently, his hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly, veins bulging, and he was shaking with the force.
I was so angry that it was difficult to breathe.
It turns out that the culprit of all this is his own father!
I desperately tried to find someone, but she could smugly say things like "I made her leave you" and "It's a good thing for the Fu family's reputation"...
He was so angry that he, who was usually calm and steady, could not control himself. He snatched the red wine glass that the other person was holding leisurely and threw it to the ground.
“Snap!”
The glass hit the floor and shattered.
He threatened angrily, "If you still want to spend your old age in peace, you'd better pray that she can return to me safely!"
Chen Ping was so frightened that her face turned pale.
Mr. Fu's hand, holding the wine glass, was still frozen in mid-air. He reacted with a look of horror. He looked at his son in disbelief, as if he were a stranger, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.
His lips turned pale and he wanted to say something, but he was so frightened by the murderous look on the other person's face that he couldn't speak.
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