"Fufu, I've come to take you home."
Holding roses in one hand and maneuvering his wheelchair with the other, Gu Jixing headed towards Fu Bai.
The wheelchair stopped in front of Fu Bai, and Gu Jixing handed over the roses, gazing tenderly at Fu Bai.
Fu Bai accepted the roses without hesitation, and as a reward, he leaned down and kissed Gu Jixing on the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Fu Bai smelled the cool fragrance of cedar.
Gu Jixing had even put on perfume.
Fu Bai smiled slightly and then touched Gu Jixing's face with a smile.
Then he stood behind the wheelchair, placed his hand on the wheelchair, and said politely to Beck, "My husband is here to pick me up. I'll be going now. Bye-bye."
He never hid his relationship with Gu Jixing from outsiders; he was always open and aboveboard.
Beck, however, did not give up. His emerald green eyes didn't even see Gu Jixing; they were fixed on Fu Bai: "Really, can't we have dinner together?"
After saying that, he glanced down and reluctantly said, "Of course, you can bring your...husband too."
This attitude can be considered a provocation against Gu Jixing.
Gu Jixing raised his hand and placed it on Fu Bai's hand, using the same trick again: "Fu Fu, my legs seem a little numb."
Fu Bai quickly squatted down to check Gu Jixing's leg and asked with concern, "Where does it hurt?"
Gu Jixing looked at Fu Bai with a patient expression and hopeful eyes: "Fu Fu, can you give me a massage when we get home?"
Fu Bai: "Okay."
After getting up, Fu Bai once again declined Beck's invitation and pushed Gu Jixing out of the recording studio.
Beck watched helplessly as Fu Bai left, gritting his teeth and saying, "Those cunning C country men!"
If Beck had a deeper understanding of the language of country C, he would surely have found a word more fitting to describe Gu Jixing than "cunning".
That is—tea.
0-0
As dusk settled, lights began to illuminate countless homes.
Fu Bai pushed Gu Jixing back to the villa.
The two entered the living room and found an uninvited guest on the sofa—Su Qinghua.
The two sides have completely broken off relations, and Su Qinghua no longer pretends to be a kind father in front of Fu Bai.
Knowing that Fu Bai had returned, he merely lifted his eyelids and said in a calm voice, "You're back?"
Fu Bai pushed Gu Jixing over and sat down opposite Su Qinghua. He glanced at Su Qinghua and was even more arrogant than Su Qinghua.
"Here to deliver money?"
Su Qinghua took out a bank card and slammed it on the coffee table. "There's fifty million in this card. Remember to give it to your mother when she gets back."
Consider it a 50 million investment to buy some peace and quiet, and to keep this marriage going for now.
One day, he will make the Wen family pay the price.
And everything the Wen family owns will be his.
Only in this way can his more than twenty years of enduring humiliation and hardship not have been in vain.
Su Qinghua believed that the 50 million in that bank card was the greatest tolerance he could show Wen Shuyi and Fu Bai, but Fu Bai didn't even glance at the bank card, only letting out a cold laugh.
"Didn't I tell you? The price has gone up; it'll cost 100 million."
Fifty million is not even a fraction of what Su Qinghua has spent in Wenjia over the years.
"Su Fubai!"
Su Qinghua slammed his fist on the table and stood up, glaring angrily at Fu Bai: "You're asking for the moon!"
Fifty million was all the assets Tang Yuxiang could come up with.
Over the years, Tang Yuxiang and Su Jinhan have indeed spent a lot of money, but they have also made a lot of investments with him and earned quite a bit.
It's all in this bank card now.
What more could Su Fubai possibly want?
As far as he knew, that old bastard Wen Tianhe had given away a building in the Fubai CBD a few days ago.
Not to mention the value of the building itself, the annual rent alone is several hundred million.
Wen Shuyi and Fu Bai are both so rich, why are they still so petty and aggressive?
Thinking this, Su Qinghua's gaze towards Fu Bai grew increasingly disappointed. He said with a look of utter frustration:
“Fu Bai, you’ve been pampered since you were a child, raised in a world of wealth, and you have no idea about the hardships of life. But your Aunt Yu Xiang and Jin Han are different. They come from poor backgrounds and may never earn as much as you would in a lifetime to buy a car. For them to come up with 50 million is their entire fortune. Are you really so vicious as to not let them go?”
Fu Bai rolled his eyes: "Just because they're in trouble doesn't mean I have to save them. There are countless people in this world who are in far worse trouble than them, why don't I go and save those people?"
"When I help other poor people, I receive genuine gratitude. But what do I get in return for giving money to Tang Yuxiang and Su Jinhan?"
"They're nothing but three insatiable ingrates."
Fu Bai sneered: "Su Qinghua, don't try to morally blackmail me. I have no morals."
Su Qinghua was enraged by the attack and glared fiercely at Fu Bai. If looks could kill, Fu Bai would have been skinned alive by him long ago.
This is not the look a father gives his son, but the look he gives his enemy.
"Su Fubai, don't push your luck!"
Su Qinghua's chest heaved as he gritted his teeth.
Fu Bai shrugged and blinked innocently: "I didn't bully anyone. I just didn't like some beasts and kicked them while I was at it."
"Su Fubai!"
"Su Fubai, Su Fubai, Su Fubai, Su Qinghua, you beast! Besides calling my name, what else can you do?"
A mocking expression appeared on the young man's refined face. He finally spared Su Qinghua a glance and issued his final ultimatum.
"Su Qinghua, I'll give you two more days. You'd better return one hundred million to me, or else..."
Fu Bai pulled out a document and, mimicking Su Qinghua's act of slamming his bank card, threw the document onto the coffee table.
"This is all evidence of your illegal transfer of marital assets over the years." Fu Bai leaned casually against the sofa, legs crossed, raising an eyebrow at Su Qinghua. "You think you can get half of the assets if my mother files for divorce?"
Su Qinghua snatched the document, his teeth grinding together. Upon opening the folder and seeing its contents, the color drained from his face instantly.
The folder did indeed contain evidence of his secret transfer of marital assets over the years. Wen Shuyi filed for divorce based on this evidence, and as the party at serious fault, he was not entitled to half of the marital assets.
Moreover, Su Qinghua had no intention of divorcing Wen Shuyi. The Wen family in Jincheng was a huge gold mine, and he couldn't possibly let go of it.
Su Qinghua stared intently at the document, his hand trembling as he gripped it, his heart burning with rage, wishing he could destroy all the evidence.
Fu Bai seemed to see through Su Qinghua's thoughts and said mischievously, "Go ahead and tear it up. I can print a thousand or ten thousand more copies for you to tear up and play with."
Knowing that tearing up the documents wouldn't make a difference, Su Qinghua put down the folder with red eyes.
Fu Bai then gave the order to leave: "It's getting late, you can go now."
"Oh, right, remember to send over 200 million in two days," Fu Bai reminded him.
"Two hundred million or half of the Wen family's wealth, you have to make a choice."
Su Qinghua: !!!
When did it become two hundred million? Su Fubai, don't be ridiculous!
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