Fu Mochen raised his voice and retorted.
"Anyway, that's my business. But as a professor, you're always visiting students. If people knew about it, how would Rong Xi get along with her classmates at school? Have you ever thought about the gossip they'd spread about her?"
Rong Xi couldn't help but frown, blaming Fu Mochen in his heart for being so tactless in his words. After all, Xuan Rongan was his professor.
Rong Xi said again: "Don't say..."
Xuan Rongan said calmly, "That really puts a damper on your plan to spread rumors. I'm resigning."
When Rong Xi heard this, her eyes widened in shock, and she was filled with confusion. When did he resign? How come she didn't know anything about it?
"Okay, stop arguing."
In the office with a slightly tense atmosphere, Rong Xi finally couldn't help but raise his voice to stop the two people, causing the two people who were originally immersed in the subtle atmosphere to be stunned on the spot.
Xuan Rongan saw that Rong Xi was really unhappy, and silently moved a few steps towards where she was.
This subtle movement was like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake. Not only did Rong Xi notice it, but Fu Mochen also took it in.
Ci Rongxi didn't care about these little things. He just knew that if the two of them continued to stay together like this, something bad would definitely happen, so he suggested that Fu Mochen leave first.
"Fu Mochen, regarding the cooperation, I will help you contact the relevant personnel in the company. However, whether the bidding will be successful in the end will depend on your own strength."
After hearing this, Fu Mochen responded briefly: "Okay, I'll go back and prepare."
However, he did not turn around and leave immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Xuan Rongan.
Rong Xi understood. She knew that as long as Xuan Rongan was still here, Fu Mochen would probably not leave easily, and she herself had not yet figured out how to deal with the next situation.
In desperation, she turned the chair under her and faced Xuan Rongan.
"You should go too. I won't eat this meal. I'll go back and have radish cake tonight."
When Rong Xi said the first half of the sentence, Xuan Rongan's face instantly darkened, and his expression was like the sky covered by dark clouds, full of loss.
But when the second half of the sentence reached his ears, his eyes instantly brightened up again, and a smile appeared in his eyes again.
Rong Xi had agreed to eat radish cakes at his place last night, implying that Rong Xi would go to his current residence after get off work.
But Fu Mochen didn't know the reason. When he heard Rong Xi asking them both to leave, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief deep in his heart.
After the two walked out of the building, Fu Mochen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Xuan Rongan.
But before he could make a sound, Xuan Rongan's driver had already parked the car steadily in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the car sped away like an arrow, leaving only a trail of exhaust gas that gradually dissipated in the air.
He didn't have time to stay here for long. He used the excuse of coming here to see Rong Xi, but he really came here with a mission. The group was in chaos now, with forces turning against him every few days. He had to make achievements now in order to gain a foothold in the group.
He would never let that illegitimate child take away the power in his hands.
In order to avoid Fu Quli, Fu Mochen did not work inside the company, but rented an entire floor in another building next to the company as his temporary office.
On weekdays, he would only go to the company when there were necessary meetings, and spent the rest of his time handling affairs in this temporary office.
But today was such a coincidence that as soon as he arrived at the company, he saw Fu Quli waiting outside the office. It was obvious that he had been waiting for this for a long time.
Fu Mochen had a blank expression on his face, and was even reluctant to give his so-called father a glance. He simply had the office door opened, walked in quickly, picked up the items he needed, and turned around to leave.
At this time, Fu Quli asked loudly: "Fu Mochen, what on earth do you want to do? Where have you been all this time? Why didn't you answer my call?"
Fu Mochen was extremely disgusted with this kind of questioning. He felt that saying one more word to Fu Quli was as disgusting as swallowing a fly.
But Fu Quli refused to give in and even arranged bodyguards in advance to block Fu Mochen's way.
When Fu Mochen saw this posture, he felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart. He felt that Fu Quli's behavior was exactly the same as that of the illegitimate son Fu Zian, which made him feel extremely disgusted.
He spat out two words coldly: "Get out of the way."
He didn't want to become a laughing stock in public, so after weighing the pros and cons, he returned to the office with his entourage.
This office has excellent sound insulation, like an invisible barrier separating the inside and the outside.
Even if people outside were extremely curious, they would not be able to hear any conversation between the two people in the house.
Fu Mochen never even looked at Fu Quli from beginning to end.
This made Fu Quli feel deeply frustrated. He kept asking himself in his heart, I am his father after all, why am I not as good as an outsider in front of him?
Fu Quli was the first to break the silence and asked, "Fu Mochen, why did you hurt your brother?"
Fu Mochen calmly sat back in his office chair and responded calmly, "Why would I hurt him? Haven't you checked the surveillance?"
Fu Quli was choked by his answer and was speechless for a moment. He couldn't help but wonder if there were spies planted by Fu Mochen around him. Could there really be a traitor?
After a brief pause, Fu Quli spoke again.
"So what? Even so, you can't hurt him like this. Do you know that his hand is broken and he will never be able to perform delicate movements again?"
Fu Mochen was not moved at all and said indifferently.
"What does it have to do with me, Fu Quli? Don't think you can use your identity to ask me to do anything."
Fu Quli raised his voice in anger: "I am your father, and I gave you your life."
Fu Mochen stared into Fu Quli's eyes and said mercilessly: "If possible, I would rather you were not my father."
Fu Quli could hardly believe his ears. In his memory, Fu Mochen had always been the child who longed for his care. Although the family relationship was complicated, the blood relationship between father and son was an unchangeable fact.
But now, Fu Mochen's words were like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting off the only remaining fantasy in his heart.
Fu Mochen had actually wanted to say these words from his heart for a long time.
His disgust for his parents was deep-rooted. Whether it was their appearance, their thoughts or everything they did to him, it made him feel extremely disgusted.
When he was a child, he often saw other people's parents caring about their children's growth and learning. Even if the teacher called his child to school to reprimand him because the child was naughty, he felt that it was an invaluable happiness.
Now, he no longer has any expectations for this kind of family relationship.
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