Chapter 130 He cares about it a lot!
"ah--!"
After the hysterical screams, the basement fell silent.
Xing Zhen, who was guarding outside the door, trembled slightly with her tall and strong figure.
Ten years ago, he was the most powerful Double Flower Red Stick in the largest underground gang in Beijing. He was a man who had tasted blood on the edge of a knife, but he would occasionally break out in a cold sweat from Fu Chenzhou's cold-blooded tyranny.
Such insignificant ants, yet President Fu personally took action.
It's clear that he values Miss Jiang highly.
Xing Zhen narrowed her eyes.
And you still say you don't care?
Mr. Fu, you care about this a lot!
The basement was eerie and cold, filled with the stench of blood.
"I'll ask you one more time, do you know this person?"
Fu Chenzhou looked down at Wu Hui, whose face had been ripped off and was now rotting, his cold gaze treating him like a dog.
“I…I know him…” Wu Hui knelt in front of the man, covered in blood, and had already confessed.
Fu Chenzhou pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the blood from his fingertips. "The night you hired him to kidnap Jiang Shiyuan, he was already caught by me."
Wu Hui was terrified, knowing that he was in deep trouble.
In other words, the person he was communicating with afterward was the man in front of him. And he, completely unaware of this, was still dreaming of becoming a billionaire!
He's such an idiot!
"He...he is now..."
Fu Chenzhou smiled slightly. "Dead."
"Boss! Boss! Please... spare my life!"
Wu Hui was no longer human, and was being hunted by loan sharks and blacklisted by Xie Jinghuai. Even in this state, he was still afraid of death and frantically kowtowed to Fu Chenzhou, "I...I didn't really mean to harm Miss Jiang! I was forced by Xie Jinghuai and had no other choice!"
“You were forced into this by Xie Jinghuai. Go find Xie Jinghuai and settle the score. Even if you put a gun to his head, I won’t bother to look at him.”
Fu Chenzhou put his hands in his pockets, raised his long leg, and kicked him in the chin with the tip of his spotless leather shoe. "But you always pick on the weak and bully women, so I have to teach you a lesson."
Wu Hui never dreamed that Jiang Shiyuan, whom even her husband didn't take seriously, would have her lover come to Macau to avenge her, capture her, and torture her half to death.
Such a devoted and powerful man could only be Jiang Shiyuan's mistress.
That little vixen... she's got some skills! He had no choice but to admit defeat!
Even as he faced death, Wu Hui still tried to deny it, saying, "Boss! Kidnapping Miss Jiang was really not my intention. I was instigated by a villain! I was tricked!"
Fu Chenzhou's deep eyes narrowed. "Who?"
He thought that finding Wu Hui would be the end of the matter, but unexpectedly, there was an "unexpected surprise".
"I...I don't know..."
Wu Hui slumped to the ground in frustration. Only now did he realize that he had probably been used as a pawn by that man. "I met him at the casino... He was dressed smartly, wearing a large white mask that completely covered his face."
He treated me to a big meal... He not only told me that Jiang Shiyuan was Xie Jinghuai's wife, but also advised me to kidnap Miss Jiang and extort money from Xie Jinghuai to solve my immediate problem... Not only that, he also gave me money to hire people to do it..."
"I've really arranged everything perfectly for you."
Fu Chenzhou lowered his long eyelashes, casually took off the steel-strapped watch from his left wrist, and gripped it, which just happened to be wedged into his pale knuckles. "If someone invites you to eat and drink lavishly for no reason, it's either laced with arsenic or it's a meal to send you off on your journey."
On her fair, jade-like wrist, a dark red hair tie, like tangled threads of affection, was particularly eye-catching.
Wu Hui kowtowed repeatedly, "Boss! I swear I didn't mean to hurt Miss Jiang... I just wanted some money! It was that heartless brat! He's the one who hurt Miss Jiang!"
Fu Chenzhou coldly raised his eyes, "Since you started this, has that man contacted you along the way?"
"without……"
"How was the money given to you? Is there a transfer record?"
Wu Hui was practically burying his head in the ground. "No... he gave me cash..."
Fu Chenzhou narrowed his starry eyes, his expression darkening. He clearly realized—
This is a setup, and the mastermind behind it is very shrewd, not only able to see through human nature but also possessing strong counter-surveillance capabilities.
They may not be rivals, but they are a nuisance.
"You want a way to survive? Fine, I'll give you one."
Fu Chenzhou said indifferently, "Go and turn yourself in."
"..." Wu Hui was so frightened that his face turned pale, but he was still hesitant.
"You choose: spend your life in jail or die in my hands."
Looking at the terrifying man before him, who resembled the King of Hell, Wu Hui could only grit his teeth and nod.
After all, it's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. Surrendering yourself can get you a lighter sentence, you can hide from loan sharks while in jail, and you'll be a hero again when you come out!
The next moment, another scream rang out from the basement.
The door swung open, and Fu Chenzhou walked out with a gloomy expression. The wristwatch he was clutching tightly to his knuckles was dripping blood.
Xing Zhen hurriedly asked, "President Fu, how is it?"
“He has someone guiding him.”
Xing Zhen was shocked and exclaimed, "Who?!"
"We need to investigate. So we can't return to Beijing for the time being."
Fu Chenzhou handed the bloodstained wristwatch to Xing Zhen, his gaze as cold as a blade. "Check the casino's surveillance footage from that day, and the surveillance footage from the restaurant where that person and Wu Hui ate."
The mastermind is using Wu Hui as a pawn; his target is Jiang Shiyuan.
This person knew Jiang Shiyuan's background well and cleverly used it to provoke Wu Hui into attacking her. Therefore, it's highly likely they knew Jiang Shiyuan or were someone close to her. They are not Xie Jinghuai's enemy as the police were investigating.
"Understood, I'll take care of it right away!"
Xing Zhen wiped Fu Chenzhou's watch clean and respectfully handed it back with both hands, "Mr. Fu, what do you plan to do with this scoundrel?"
Fu Chenzhou's eyes remained expressionless. "Find a suitable opportunity and have him turn himself in to the police station."
Xing Zhen was indignant. "Huh? That's too good for that bastard!"
"Who told you that going to jail is the end?"
The man curled his lips into a wicked smile, a playful grin on his face. "Going in is just the beginning."
*
After visiting Jiang Shiyuan at the hospital that day, Fu Chenzhou did not show up again for three consecutive days.
Jiang Shiyuan didn't care much, she just quietly read books and recuperated, she enjoyed this rare time alone.
However, Su Xier never came to see her again, and what's even stranger is that she didn't even make a single phone call.
Today, when Jiang Shiyuan called, the other end's phone was switched off.
She felt worried.
Losing her is out of the question. There are very few people in Beijing who could beat Xi'er, this "iron-willed Barbie."
The only possibility is that Su Xier has been entangled with Shen Zhantang again.
After all, that man looked at Xi'er with disdain, claiming he didn't care, yet he wanted Xi'er to be inseparable from him.
If there were no affection whatsoever, where would such a morbid possessiveness come from?
But if there were even a sliver of affection, how could one bear to let her do such a dangerous job?
Jiang Shiyuan sighed softly and struggled to get out of bed.
She can walk around now, but she can't walk too far yet because her ribs hurt when she breathes too hard.
Jiang Shiyuan quickly washed up, dressed herself, and prepared to go out.
Today is the anniversary of her mother's death.
Every year, Jiang Shiyuan visits his mother's grave, clears the weeds, wipes her photo, and talks to her.
For ten years, they have persevered through wind and rain.
Jiang Shiyuan still remembers that in the first year of her marriage, with her mother's death anniversary approaching, she asked her husband, Xie Jinghuai, to go with her half a month in advance, but was coldly refused by the man:
"I have a business trip abroad to meet with an important business partner. Maybe next year."
The following year.
"There's a project in Yuncheng that I need to follow up on, maybe next time."
The third year.
"Zhixin was in critical condition all night and only passed the critical period today. I need to keep her in the hospital to observe her condition."
Next time, definitely.
Since then, Jiang Shiyuan has never mentioned anything about her mother to him again.
No matter how deep her love for Xie Jinghuai was, she couldn't bear the repeated disappointments that seemed to shatter her hopeful heart into pieces.
Later, Jiang Shiyuan also came to a realization.
Xie Jinghuai never treated her as a wife, so how could he possibly care about her mother?
In his heart, Lin Zhixin was his true love.
Liu Nianrou is the one who deserves to be called "Mom".
Jiang Shiyuan endured the throbbing pain in her wound and was about to open the door when it was pushed open before she could.
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