Song Wei slammed the phone down, her delicate face contorted with malice.
How did Song Qingyou know about Double Apartment?
I did it so secretly, always sneaking over there, how could she have known!
Song Wei screamed and uncontrollably swept everything on the table onto the floor.
The loud noise attracted the attention of people outside, and someone knocked on the door.
"Song Wei, are you alright?"
Song Wei quickly composed herself, kicked the cigarette ash on the ground into a corner, and forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just accidentally knocked something over."
"Then be careful, Weiwei."
"OK."
As the footsteps outside faded into the distance, Song Wei's face darkened, and anger burned within her.
Five hundred million? Where is she going to get five hundred million?
Song Qingyou really knows how to ask for an exorbitant amount!
Song Wei has been spending money like water abroad for the past few years, and she has no more than two million yuan on her. When she runs out of money, she can only go to her brother Song Shi.
When Song Shi heard that she wanted 500 million, he hung up the phone immediately.
Song Wei was furious and had no choice but to go to Song Yuan.
She drove from the dance studio to the Song family's place and saw a silver Maybach parked at the entrance. The window was half open, and a man with a cigarette between his fingers, which were hanging outside the window, looked pale and cold.
From this angle, Song Wei could only see half of the man's profile, and she felt inexplicably familiar with him.
Without thinking twice, she quickly walked towards the Song family's gate.
Song Yuan and several business partners came out of the building and stood at the intersection, chatting and laughing.
A gust of wind blew past Song Wei's ear. Before she could react, the silver Maybach sped past her and headed straight in Song Yuan's direction.
She was immediately startled: "Dad!"
Song Wei's exclamation saved Song Yuan's life.
Song Yuan turned his head and saw a car heading towards him. He was so frightened that he jumped back and tried to dodge, but he was still a step too slow. His right hand was grazed by the car body, and the huge force threw him onto the steps.
Song Yuan fainted on the spot.
The business partners were terrified, and some even called the police in a panic.
Song Wei rushed over and squatted down in front of Song Yuan. "Dad, how are you, Dad!"
A silver Maybach was parked not far away, and the man got out of the car.
He had a half-burnt cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Fu Wenzhou strode over, his cold, hard features as white as frost and snow, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable.
He walked to Song Yuan's side, raised his leg and kicked Song Yuan hard, waking him up.
Even now, Song Wei hadn't forgotten her public persona. With tears streaming down her face, she cried and demanded, "Who are you? Why did you hit my dad? We've already called the police!"
Several business partners nearby recognized Fu Wenzhou, but dared not utter a sound out of fear.
Fu Wenzhou didn't even look at Song Wei, but smirked at Song Yuan, who was struggling to open his eyes: "Which hand hit Song Qingyou?"
Song Yuan dodged quickly. Although he was knocked down, he was mostly unharmed except for the pain in his right hand. When he saw that it was Fu Wenzhou who had bumped into him, he was furious: "Fu Wenzhou! This is a crime! It's murder!"
Song Wei was taken aback and looked up at Fu Wenzhou.
So he's Fu Wenzhou? The current head of the Fu family?
After not seeing him for several years, this man has become even more handsome.
With a good background and good looks, no wonder Song Qingyou is reluctant to let go.
Song Wei's eyes darted around, and an idea came to her.
She suddenly stood up and blocked Song Yuan's path, staring at Fu Wenzhou: "You are not allowed to hurt my father!"
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "You are Song Wei?"
Song Wei looked terrified, but she bravely stepped forward for her father's sake. Her voice trembled as she softly said, "Yes, I am Song Wei, Fu Wenzhou. We met when we were little. You... do you remember me? Is there some misunderstanding between you and my dad?"
Fu Wenzhou slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his expressionless face sweeping over her with a sharp, piercing gaze.
For some reason, Song Wei felt guilty under that gaze, and she forced a smile: "Wenzhou..."
"Who dares to call me Wenzhou?" Fu Wenzhou's voice was cold and indifferent, his eyes, as deep as the cold night, were tinged with malice. Before Song Wei could speak, he kicked her away, showing no mercy whatsoever: "Get out of here, I don't have time to waste words with you today."
Song Wei never imagined that a man would actually lay a hand on a woman.
Her abdomen ached from the kick, and she curled up next to Song Yuan, her face contorted in pain. Afraid of being beaten again, she dared not utter a word.
The father and daughter looked particularly pitiful.
Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep and hoarse, his eyes were slightly red, and he exuded a strong aura of hostility.
He flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and stubbed it out fiercely: "I'm asking you, which hand hit Song Qingyou?"
Song Yuan gritted his teeth and sneered, "You want to avenge her? Fu Wenzhou, you walk around like a madman all day long, aren't you afraid of falling down one day? Let me tell you, this capital doesn't belong to the Fu family!"
Fu Wenzhou sneered: "Stubborn to the end?"
His deep voice carried an extremely dangerous signal, like a bloodthirsty beast that had found its prey, giving people a great sense of oppression.
A bad premonition suddenly rose in Song Yuan's heart. The next second, he saw Fu Wenzhou leave. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the other party opened the trunk and took out a large iron hammer.
Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly scrambled backward.
Song Wei's pupils constricted in fright: "Fu Wenzhou! What do you want to do?"
The business partners standing nearby were also taken aback by the scene. Some tried to speak up to stop it, but were stopped by others.
Fu Wenzhou is a mad dog. When he goes berserk, he doesn't care about anyone, even his own family. Who would dare to offend him?
Are you out of your mind?
They could only pray that Song Yuanfu would survive.
Fu Wenzhou walked over step by step, his whole demeanor was very different from usual, his aura was extremely sinister, and he exuded a strong bloodthirsty aura.
"Song Yuan, I remember warning you before, don't touch her." A low, sinister laugh escaped his throat, sending chills down one's spine: "Why didn't you listen?"
Song Yuan's eyes were filled with terror. He abandoned his usual airs as CEO Song and begged for mercy: "Fu Wenzhou, calm down! You know this is a crime! I advise you not to do anything reckless. I won't pursue the matter of you hitting me today!"
“Noisy,” Fu Wenzhou said coolly.
The hammer fell high into the air, and Song Yuan had no chance to dodge it. His arm was struck by the heavy hammer, and he screamed in pain.
But that wasn't the end of it. His other hand wasn't spared either; both arms were smashed to pieces, bloody and painful, and he fainted again.
Song Wei was so frightened that she lost her voice, her whole body trembled, and she dared not move.
The sound of sirens grew louder as the police approached. Fu Wenzhou threw down the hammer, took out a cigarette, lit it, and calmly smoked it.
The police had never seen anything like it before, and they were all stunned. After they came to their senses, they hurriedly called an ambulance and had Song Yuan and Song Wei taken to the hospital.
"Mr. Fu, I apologize for the inconvenience."
Fu Wenzhou was handcuffed and taken to a police car.
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