Chapter 220 Just come at me, why touch my child!
"There is actually a warehouse in this deep mountain? What is it used for?" Fu Zhenhuan looked at Song Qinghe.
"It's used to store wine. There are more than twenty such warehouses in the mountains. This one is temporarily empty and unused." Song Qinghe knew that Fu Zhenhuan was getting impatient. "Uncle Fu, go in. Fu Zhengpeng is inside."
Fu Zhenhuan nodded slightly and slowly walked into the warehouse, but saw Fu Zhengpeng tied in mid-air with a rope.
"Zhengpeng, what's going on? Song Qinghe? You kidnapped my son?!" Seeing Fu Zhengpeng being treated like that, Fu Zhenhuan was furious.
"Song Qinghe, do you know what will happen if you offend my Fu family?"
Song Qinghe was very calm and said, "You didn't even notice that your own son was also tied up next to you."
It was only after he reminded him that Fu Zhenhuan discovered that there was another person hanging next to Fu Zhengpeng, and that person was Fu Zhengming.
Unlike Fu Zhengpeng who was shouting for help, Fu Zhengming was pale and didn't say a word.
Facing his own son's gaze, Fu Zhenhuan felt a little nervous. He turned around and glared at Song Qinghe: "What on earth do you want to do! Kidnapping openly? Can the Song family afford the price?"
"The Song family has no power to fight back against the Fu family." Song Qinghe said.
Fu Zhenhuan was stunned: "Then why did you do this?"
Song Qinghe has a very good reputation in Jinghai's upper-class circles. Fu Zhenhuan thinks he is very outstanding, but now he has done this kind of thing. Fu Zhenhuan calmed down and thought about it. How did he offend him?
Song Qinghe stared into Fu Zhenhuan's eyes and spoke slowly, "To seek justice for my mother."
"Who is your mother? Is she related to my Fu family?" Fu Zhenhuan was very unhappy, but the next second, the name Song Qinghe said made his face stiffen.
Song Qinghe smiled and said, "My mother's name is Ling Xiaoyun. I don't know if you remember her. Judging from your expression, it seems that you remember her. Ling Xiaoyun is your brother's first love."
Fu Zhenhuan's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Are you Ling Xiaoyun's son?"
"yes."
"That's pretty good, marrying into the Song family."
"But she wasn't happy because her lover was Fu Zhenyu. She had just given birth to me when she married my adoptive father."
Fu Zhenhuan's eyes suddenly narrowed.
Song Qinghe, who had seen his expression clearly, chuckled: "Have you figured it out? I am also your brother's child."
"You..." Fu Zhenhuan's weathered face showed shock and fear.
Song Qinghe ignored him and looked up at Fu Zhengming who was hanging in the air.
"Ah Ming, do you remember when we were in college, some unsuspecting classmates mistook us for brothers?"
Fu Zhengming naturally remembered it, because he had always regarded the similarity of their eyes as a wonderful fate. Unexpectedly, they were actually related.
"Are you confused as to why I, a descendant of the Fu family, became the head of the Song family?
Someone set up a scheme to force my mother to leave her boyfriend and allow his brother to marry his sweetheart. When his sweetheart and my mother became pregnant with his brother's child, my mother was forced into surgery to have the child aborted. She knelt down and begged the doctor, saving my life. Later, my mother was forced by her family to marry the third master of the Song family, who had been paralyzed in a car accident. This is how I became who I am today.
"So, you are here for revenge, and you don't want to help me at all." Fu Zhengpeng suddenly realized.
"Isn't it a bit late to understand it now?" Song Qinghe asked with a sneer.
Fu Zhengpeng cursed: "Damn it, Zhang Pingling actually lied to me! Damn it! You hate my dad, don't you? Shang Jie, is he not my son?"
"Of course he's your son," Song Qinghe said. "Just like Zhang Pingling, he's a chess piece of mine. But it's a pity that your only son, Fu Shangjie, is dead, leaving you without a son."
"What? Fu Shangjie is dead?" Fu Zhenhuan and Fu Zhengming, who were present, were stunned by the news.
Fu Zhengpeng took the opportunity to cry: "Dad, Shang Jie is indeed dead. It was your eldest grandson Fu Shangbei who forced him to death. Fu Shangbei also sent people to guard Shang Jie's body, trying to force me to show up so that he could kill me too."
"How could Ah Bei do such a thing? No, that kid has already given in. He won't kill Shang Jie." Fu Zhenhuan didn't believe Fu Zhengpeng's words, but his hands and feet were cold and weak. He only had two grandsons in total, and one of them died...
"Dad, it's true! Fu Shangbei's people sent people to chase Shang Jie, and Shang Jie died in a car accident. I'm in this state now, there's no need to lie to you!"
"Uncle Fu, do you believe it?" Song Qinghe asked jokingly.
Fu Zhenhuan's waist bent down and he could hardly stand: "I don't believe it!"
"Dad!" Fu Zhengpeng roared, tears streaming down his face.
Snap… Snap… Snap…
Song Qinghe applauded, "What a trust. Now, please choose between your biological son and your adopted son."
A remote control was handed to Fu Zhenhuan under his nose.
"On the left is Zhengming, and on the right is Fu Zhengpeng. My mother is kind and won't let me kill you, but I can't swallow this anger. So, I must cripple one of you. Within ten minutes, if you don't make a choice, both of you will be crippled."
Fu Zhenhuan trembled all over: "I forced your mother to do this. Just come at me, why touch my child!"
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