Chapter 326 What do you want to do when you arrive?
With Fang Wanyu chosen, the Fu family lived in peace and tranquility.
Choosing Qiao Wanyin means the complete downfall of the family, the destruction of the home, and the death of everyone.
Nobody dares to gamble with their life.
I don't dare to gamble.
"roll!"
Fu Li'an suddenly exploded.
The roar was like a thunderclap inside the room, shaking the window frames.
His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was contorted with unprecedented anger and determination.
The moment his voice exploded, it was as if something inside him shattered completely—perhaps years of suppressed resentment, or perhaps the last trace of affection he had for Fang Wanyu, all turned to dust and scattered with the wind.
“Brother Li An…”
Fang Wanyu's face turned pale instantly, as if she had been kicked in the chest. She staggered back half a step and her back hit the wall.
She hadn't expected him to be so ruthless.
They were so ruthless that they didn't even care about their own lives or the safety of their entire family.
She always believed that family ties and clan would override everything.
This shout also completely woke Qiao Wanyin up.
She was still immersed in shock and resentment, but suddenly calmed down and slowly looked at Fang Wanyu's face.
She saw the barely concealed smugness, the fleeting sense of confidence in her eyes, and the momentary panic that surfaced due to defeat.
At that moment, she suddenly understood.
Nothing in this is accidental.
This scene had been rehearsed long ago.
She gently closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her vision was clear.
“Li An”.
She called softly, her voice as calm as water, without ripples, yet as still as a deep pool.
She walked over slowly, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible, as if afraid of disturbing the heavy atmosphere.
She gently placed her hand on her husband's taut arm, her fingertips able to feel the muscles taut and hard like iron.
Her voice was soft, yet it carried a strange, comforting power: "Don't get angry. I think... what Comrade Fang said makes sense."
Fu Li'an suddenly turned his head, the veins on his neck bulging, and his eyes instantly turned red, as if burning with suppressed anger.
He stared at her, his lips moved, and he almost roared, "Qingqing?"
"sister in law?"
Fu Maihe was also stunned. The color drained from his face instantly, and his voice trembled, as if he had been hit on the head by a sudden change and had no time to react.
Fu Lian'an's face flushed red, then turned white, then blue, as chaotic as if a palette had been overturned.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest, the pain making it hard to breathe.
He stared intently at Qiao Wanyin, his eyes filled with shock, pain, and a hint of despair at being betrayed.
He couldn't understand it—his wife, who had once refused to divorce him no matter what, the woman who had cried in front of him saying "I'd rather die than leave," was now calmly nodding.
She actually admitted Fang Wanyu's statement in front of everyone?
He had clearly said long ago that he was afraid of implicating her and that they could get a divorce.
She held him and cried her heart out, saying that even if she died, she would never leave him.
She had tried her best to save this family.
But now...
Why did she change her mind?
Why at this particular time?
Fang Wanyu was completely stunned, as if she had been nailed to the spot.
Her eyes widened, and her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes.
Countless possible scenarios flashed through her mind—Qiao Wanyin would make a scene, throw a tantrum, or even slap her, and she had prepared her responses for each.
But she never expected that the other person would take the initiative to stand up and nod in agreement with her words, as if they were doing her a favor.
"Sister Wanyin, you..."
Her throat tightened, and her voice was like a piece of paper being blown by the wind, swaying lightly, as if it might shatter into the air at any moment.
She swallowed hard, a sense of unease rising in her heart.
She didn't believe it.
She didn't believe it from the bottom of her heart.
This woman is more cunning than a sieve; she never speaks directly, and every step she takes is calculated.
Qiao Wanyin has never been one to back down easily, so why would she give in so easily?
There must be something fishy going on here; there must be some scheme she hasn't figured out.
But Qiao Wanyin smiled.
Her smile was even warmer than before, her eyes and brows as gentle as melting snow in spring. She even took a step forward, her movements so natural that it seemed as if they were truly inseparable best friends.
Then, she grabbed Fang Wanyu's cold hand. Her palm was slightly warm, but it made Fang Wanyu stiffen.
"Sister Wanyu, shall we... go inside and talk?"
Her tone was as soft as cotton candy, so sweet it was almost cloying, every word wrapped in gentle honey.
Fang Wanyu's hand was stiff as a stone in her palm, and her fingers couldn't even curl up.
She instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Qiao Wanyin gripped it even tighter.
The wariness in her eyes was almost overflowing, but strangely enough, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upwards slightly—a very faint, almost smug smile.
She paused for a few seconds, her gaze sweeping back and forth across Qiao Wanyin's face, as if trying to confirm something.
Finally, she nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Okay."
Fu Lian grabbed her wrist in a flash, his movements as fast as lightning, his strength almost crushing her bones.
"Qingqing, stop!"
He practically screamed, his voice filled with fear and pleading, "Don't go! You don't know what she's going to do!"
Qiao Wanyin knew what he was afraid of.
She didn't even look at him, but simply turned her head slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
Then, she raised her other hand and gently patted the back of his hand, her movements as gentle as if she were soothing a frightened animal, indicating that he should not be nervous: "Li An, Wan Yu and I are going to have a little private talk, we'll be out soon."
Fu Li'an's brows were still tightly furrowed, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
But the pressure in his hand eventually loosened a little, and the oppressive feeling between his fingers slowly subsided.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qiao Wanyin pulled Fang Wanyu along and walked briskly towards the study.
Her hand remained clenched tightly, not allowing the other person to break free.
As she passed the door, she casually closed it with a soft "click," as if shutting out the whole world.
The early autumn wind blew in through the window, carrying a cool, damp feel, gently brushing through every corner of the room.
The curtains swayed slightly, and the light and shadow flickered.
The wind gradually carried away the strong, pungent scent of jasmine perfume from Fang Wanyu, as if washing away the deliberate disguise she had put on.
Qiao Wanyin stood by the window, took a deep breath, and her chest heaved.
Only the faint scent of wood and paper remained in the air, and her mind finally cleared, no longer feeling dizzy from the fragrance.
"Qiao Wanyin, what exactly do you want?"
Fang Wanyu finally spoke, her tone icy cold, like a blade scraping across ice, every word sharp and barbed, making no attempt to conceal her wariness and hostility.
With Fu Lian not around, she stopped pretending.
She looked directly into Qiao Wanyin's eyes, no longer concealing her disgust and scheming.
Qiao Wanyin did not answer immediately.
She looked out the window at the darkening sky, the afterglow of the setting sun dyeing half the sky red, and the clouds, like burnt ashes, slowly sinking down.
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