A few days later, the leader in charge of the case personally called the Fu, Bai, and Qiao families to inform them that the results of Song Ping's mental evaluation had been released.
The leader was really upset because the expert opinion in this case stated that Song Ping had severe mania, which was classified as a severe mental disorder, and that his behavior was characterized by high aggression.
Based on the on-site investigation, this case will most likely be dropped, and the final result will be nothing more than forcibly sending Song Ping to the hospital.
Under immense pressure, he made a round of phone calls. Except for Fu Siming, whose coldness seemed to permeate the phone, the other two were doing relatively well.
After dealing with these difficult cases involving Buddhas, he still had to deal with online public opinion. This case involved a large local family, and if it was closed hastily, he wouldn't know how many messes it would leave behind, not to mention the unique imaginations of netizens.
This case is like swallowing a fly; it's disgusting.
Fu Siming went to the hospital in person after receiving the call. Song Ping's condition was worse than when he was first admitted a few days ago. The hospital arranged a separate treatment isolation room for him, which only had one bed.
The attending physician said that five days ago, he went from being calm to manic, and even almost injured the doctor during the diagnosis. He was given a sedative, and the examination revealed that there were also lesions in his brain.
The electroencephalogram (EEG) and neural line tests showed abnormalities, which differed somewhat from the test results upon initial admission.
A fleeting thought crossed his mind, but seeing the two policemen still standing at the door, he quickly dismissed it.
As he turned to leave, a nurse happened to dart past him around the corner. Her figure and movements had a strange sense of familiarity, but he couldn't quite place her.
I stared at the direction where the person disappeared for a long time; that corner was as quiet as if no one had ever passed by.
After Fu Siming left, Fu Yao peeked out to watch his departing figure. The gloom in his eyes and the admiration on his lips beneath his mask made her look somewhat conflicted.
She thought: He really does know me well; he's much more perceptive than those policemen.
She also received a message from the doctor today, saying that the diagnosis was severe mental illness, and she will probably have to stay in the hospital for the rest of her life.
But she always felt she had to check in person to be at ease, and she never expected to run into Fu Siming here.
If it weren't for calling the police, Song Ping would have died an even more gruesome death in Fu Siming's hands. This actually gave Fu Siming a shield.
Fu Yao found out that Fu Siming had someone change his attending physician, but she still had some confidence in the medicine.
The nerve-damaging drug was obtained from a foreign laboratory and is absolutely irreversible. Even if Fu Siming wanted to find someone to cure him and then torture him, it would be virtually impossible.
There was no deliberate attempt to hide it from Song Xingyao, so she soon found out that although Song Ping was not related to her by blood, she still felt uncomfortable with him.
She didn't want Fu Siming to get his hands dirty because of her, but she couldn't resist his own ideas, so she was silenced after only a few words.
She decided to let it go; he deserved what he got.
Having resolved this major concern, Fu Yao arranged to meet Fu Bowen at the club.
In the dim light, she leaned against the soft back of the sofa, a black veil lightly covering her snow-white skin, which reflected a smooth luster in the ambiguous light beams.
Seeing him come in, she sat up, and the cover on her shoulder slipped down to her elbow. Fu Yao stepped forward and clung to her delicately.
Unlike her anxious expression that day, she was clearly well-prepared today. Even the ugly wrinkles on her abdomen had been completely repaired, leaving no trace. On the contrary, her breasts looked fuller than before.
Fu Bowen was pulled away by him, his eyes lingering on her, but not in a lewd way, without a trace of lust.
She had used this familiar routine a few years ago. Back then, he had indeed deliberately tried to seduce her with his looks, but he never expected that her wantonness hidden behind the mask would be exposed so easily.
She actually climbed into my bed on her own initiative, and the clothes she was wearing were similar to those she was wearing today.
Fu Yao pretends to be incredibly innocent in public, but her good younger brother probably still doesn't know what she's really like behind closed doors.
He pushed Fu Yao away, took the tie she had just touched, and threw it aside, but this action made Fu Yao feel extremely ashamed.
Fu Bowen: "Let's get down to business."
Fu Yao noticed that there wasn't a trace of masculine passion in his voice, so she sat down beside him, picked up a cigarette from the table, and lit it.
"What's the rush? You've helped me so much, of course I'll help you back."
Thinking that she should continue, Fu Bowen didn't speak. She deliberately dragged out the time she spent smoking, and the man wasn't in a hurry. He just sat there watching her puff out smoke.
After she exhaled the last puff of smoke, Fu Yao turned to look at him. "Fu Siming was ambushed. I know who did it."
A hint of curiosity finally appeared in Fu Bowen's eyes. "You know?"
"Yeah, but that man is a pervert... Come to think of it, you two are somewhat alike."
After testing him twice and realizing he had no feelings for her, and unable to control her feelings, she simply stopped pretending and called him a pervert to his face.
“He went to Country S and will be back later. You all have issues with Fu Siming, so you’ll have plenty to talk about.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Bowen vaguely knew who she was referring to.
Fu Yao was about to smoke a second cigarette when Fu Bowen took it from her hand, pressed it against the glass coffee table, and said coldly, "Time?"
But she replied, "I don't know. His grandfather died, and he came back after finishing his business."
She gave an ambiguous answer, and Fu Bowen got up and left.
As he walked out of the club, he was still thinking about what Fu Yao had said and what had happened at the company recently.
He wanted to fight for a piece of land in the south, but he didn't have the final say.
Fu Ting rejected his proposal outright, without even bothering to come up with a reason, simply stating, "Tiansheng is bidding, we have no chance of winning."
Although Fu Bowen said it was okay on the surface, he could hardly suppress his anger.
Why should I be criticized when I haven't done anything?
Why should he give in to Fu Siming?
Why is it that Tiansheng has no chance of winning if they are in the same league?
Ultimately, the Fu family's business is the one that has been deeply rooted in the local area for a long time, but now it has been overshadowed by Tiansheng.
When people mention the Fu family, they all say that the Fu family has a good son who controls the economic lifeline of Jiangcheng, but no one ever mentions Fu Bowen's name.
Even they themselves think so.
That year, he overheard Fu Ting and Fu Mingtang talking in his study, saying that they wanted to hand over the Fu family business to Fu Siming.
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