Chu Chu looked at Song Fanze with tears welling up in her eyes, not daring to meet his gaze. "It was Mr. Fanze who violated me."
Song Fanze, who had previously been expressionless, showed a look of astonishment.
"What did you say? Miss Chu, do you know what your words mean?"
Chu Chu lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fan Ze."
Song Fanze asked in disbelief, "Why...why are you slandering me?"
The crowd immediately erupted in uproar.
They all exclaimed in condemnation, "Who would have thought he was this kind of person?"
"I never would have guessed! You can't judge a book by its cover!"
"What great philanthropist! I think he's a great villain!"
Some people were enraged, exclaiming, "He just ruined such a perfectly innocent young woman!"
Young Master Li saw that everyone's anger had been aroused.
He immediately yelled, "You guys rush in! I'm going to get revenge for my cousin today!"
The next second, a group of servants wielding wooden sticks broke free from the control of the servants and rushed in.
As soon as they went in, they started causing destruction, smashing whatever they could find.
They smashed all the buildings, tables, chairs, and benches in the house.
The flowers and plants in the yard were also ruined, with countless feet trampling on them, leaving a mess.
Young Master Li, with a fierce expression, threw a torch into the pile of flowers and plants.
Everyone knows that Song Fanze loves flowers very much, and today he is going to destroy all the things he loves.
In an instant, the fire spread across the sky.
With the help of the pond rose, these flowers and plants have gained sentience.
Song Fanze seemed to hear their pitiful cries.
Seeing the scene before him, he was overcome with rage and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Mr. Fan Ze!" the servant exclaimed urgently.
They ran over and stopped the servants that Young Master Li had brought, shouting, "Stop smashing things!"
"You're not allowed to smash it!" The servants rushed to snatch the wooden sticks from their hands.
However, these servants had fierce and menacing looks, and each of them was a skilled fighter. They kicked Song Fanze's men to the ground with a single kick.
The wooden sticks continued to strike mercilessly, leaving the house in a complete mess.
Then they went to the study.
When Young Master Li saw the red rose on the desk, his eyes flashed with malice. He walked over and tried to lift the red rose.
Suddenly, another hand moved even faster than his, and Song Fanze fiercely protected the red rose.
Upon seeing this, Young Master Li's eyes revealed disdain.
"I heard that you cherish this red rose like a treasure, keeping it by your side day and night, like a wife. Seeing it today, I can see that it is indeed true."
He stepped forward to snatch the red rose from Song Fanze's arms, but Song Fanze held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
Enraged, Young Master Li ordered his servants to rush over and seize it.
During the struggle, Song Fanze tripped and fell.
Even so, when several servants tried to snatch the red rose from Song Fanze's arms, Song Fanze held on tightly and refused to let go. At that moment, his strength was astonishing, and the servants couldn't pull it off no matter how hard they tried.
Young Master Li gradually lost patience.
He roared, "Beat them!"
Upon hearing this, the servants had no choice but to kick him, and countless punches and kicks rained down on Song Fanze's body.
Song Fanze curled up on the ground, still refusing to let go.
Upon seeing this, Young Master Li shouted, "Beat him! Beat him hard! Until he lets go of that flower!"
As soon as he finished speaking, increasingly heavy punches and kicks rained down on him, but even so, Song Fanze still clung to him tightly and refused to let go.
Song Fanze was beaten black and blue, blood was spilling from his mouth and nose, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.
When the servants saw their master beaten like this, they couldn't help but cry.
"Please, please stop hitting him! Young Master Li, please spare my master!"
The servants knelt before Young Master Li and kowtowed repeatedly.
However, Young Master Li remained expressionless. Instead of ordering his servants to stop, he made them beat him severely.
Finally, when the servants were tired of beating him, Young Master Li took the man away.
As soon as Young Master Li left, the servants rushed over and hugged their master, weeping.
Song Fanze lay on the ground, unable to move even a finger, and the servants carried him back into the house.
They tried to take the red rose off their arms, but every time they tried, Mr. Vanzee would hold it tightly.
Seeing this, the servants had no choice but to put the person, along with the flowers, on the bed.
When they saw their husbands in this state, they couldn't help but cry again.
A short while later, the servant brought the doctor over.
The doctor couldn't help but feel sorry for Mr. Fanze when he saw how badly he had been beaten.
At this moment, Song Fanze, who was in a deep sleep, coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The doctor rushed over to take his pulse, and suddenly, he looked surprised and took his pulse several more times as if he didn't believe it.
"Mr. Fan Ze, how...how did you get poisoned?"
The servants looked incredulous. "Impossible! Mr. Fanze was beaten by those men brought by Young Master Li."
The doctor examined him several more times and confirmed, "Mr. Fanze is indeed poisoned."
The servant hurriedly asked, "Doctor, can Mr. Fanze's poison be cured?"
Doctor, "My medical skills may not be able to cure this poison. Let me prescribe some medicine for him to try first."
After saying that, he got up, took the first-aid kit, and left.
In the room, Song Fanze lay on the bed, his face pale, his eyes open, still holding the red rose in his arms.
When the servants saw Mr. Fanze, who had changed so much overnight, they couldn't help but wipe away their tears.
Wait until people leave.
The servant brought him the medicine. "Mr. Fanze, please drink your medicine."
"Okay." With the servant's help, Song Fanze finished drinking the bowl of medicine.
Song Fanze lay back on the bed and said weakly, "Xiao An, could you bring me that wooden box from my bedside table?"
"Alright." The servant went over and found the locked wooden box under the cabinet.
Song Fanze opened the box, inside were the land deeds for the house and the shops.
He is now unable to manage it, and the people in the house still need to eat, so he can only hand the box over to the servant who grew up with him.
The servant had been with him since childhood, knew many characters, and had handled many business matters for him. He felt more at ease entrusting the work to him.
"Xiao An, I'll leave the house to you for now."
The servant took it with both hands and said, "Hmm."
He glanced at the red rose in Song Fanze's arms out of the corner of his eye and paused.
"Mr. Fan Ze, would you like me to take care of this flower for you?"
Song Fanze shook his head, "No need."
She is no ordinary flower, and she is currently asleep; he wants to see her awaken with his own eyes.
Upon seeing this, the servant withdrew.
...
A few days later, Song Fanze's health improved significantly, but the toxins in his body were not completely eliminated.
He didn't know who poisoned him, or who wanted to harm him.
He looked at the pond rose on the desk and gently stroked it.
In the past, she would have gently swayed the flower buds, the delicate branches twining around his fingers.
Thinking about it, he chuckled softly.
Through the window, the servant saw Song Fanze staring at the red rose and grinning foolishly…
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