Chapter 238 Overturning Rivers and Seas
However, it carried a deliberate sense of oppression, as if it were not helping someone but controlling them.
Fu Li'an looked at this scene and a deep sense of pity immediately appeared in his eyes.
He struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse and weak: "Qingqing, are you alright? Did you fall? Come sit down..."
Qiao Wanyin was about to force herself to nod and say she was fine, but before she could even wipe the moisture from the corner of her eye, Song Yazhi had already rushed to the bedside like a gust of wind.
Her face was flushed, her eyes were burning with anger, and the paper in her hand was crumpled, her knuckles turning white from the force.
The next second, she slammed the paper hard onto the bed sheet with a loud "thud," startling everyone.
"Son! Look! Open your eyes and take a good look!"
Her voice trembled, almost breaking into tears, "What your wife has done! What shameful things she's been doing behind your back!"
She grabbed the paper and shoved it into Fu Lian'an's hand, which was still receiving an IV drip, her fingertips trembling: "Your wife, behind your back, secretly wrote notes to other men! Look at what's written here! Look how heartless she is!"
Fu Li'an looked down at the crumpled note, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if he had seen something disgusting.
His gaze slowly moved across the words, his face gradually turning cold. His previously sickly pallor now revealed a suppressed anger.
The ward was eerily quiet, as if even the air had frozen.
Everyone held their breath; even their heartbeats could be heard clearly.
Only the medicine in the IV drip bottle slowly, drop by drop, made a "tap, tap" sound, like a countdown pendulum striking everyone's nerves.
Qiao Wanyin's heart sank into an abyss.
She stood there, her fingers icy cold, her chest feeling as if a boulder was pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.
She stared intently at her husband's pale profile, her lips trembling slightly, her throat feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, unable to utter a sound.
Finally, she mustered all her strength and squeezed out a few words: "Li An, listen to me... I didn't write this note, someone framed me... You have to believe me..."
"say what?"
Zhang Jianshe suddenly spoke, his tone so gentle it was almost obsequious, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching an insignificant farce.
He slowly took a step forward, his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes glancing at Qiao Wanyin almost imperceptibly before turning to Fu Li'an, his tone so mild it was nauseating: "Commander Fu, things are clear now. Aqing borrowed 50,000 Hong Kong dollars from me, saying it was a 'breakup fee' to end your marriage completely."
He sighed softly, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were lamenting for someone's misfortune, or perhaps feigning sympathy: "I do admire Aqing quite a bit. She's smart, beautiful, and capable. But how could I, Zhang Jianshe, dare to get involved in something like ruining a military marriage? That would cost me my head."
He shrugged and shook his head dramatically: "That's why I never agreed to her request, and I didn't lend her the money. But who knew she would write something like this... Sigh, it's really regrettable."
Fu Lian slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing Zhang Jianshe like a blade.
Those eyes, which were originally exhausted, were now as black as night, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to freeze one's soul.
"Zhang Jianshe".
He whispered the name, his voice not loud, even somewhat weak, but the moment those three words fell, the entire room seemed to be shrouded in frost, and even breathing became difficult.
The air seemed to freeze. Even Song Yazhi forgot to continue shouting and just stared blankly at her son.
Zhang Jianshe's smile froze for a second, as if struck by an invisible force, but he quickly recovered, forcibly pulling his smile back and saying in a composed manner, "Commander Fu, please speak frankly, don't beat around the bush. We're all reasonable people, why be so secretive?"
Fu Li'an did not answer, but just looked at him quietly, his eyes scrutinizing a death row inmate.
After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice as cold as if he had crawled out of an ice cellar: "This is the mainland, not Hong Kong Island. Don't think that just because you're in a different place you can act with impunity and no one can control you."
He paused, his gaze sharp: "I've already investigated all your dirty deeds—smuggling, colluding with foreign forces, buying intelligence… I remember every single one of your bad deeds."
Zhang Jianshe's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer. His face changed instantly, but he still forced a cold smile: "Commander Fu, are you mistaken? I'm a legitimate businessman, licensed and law-abiding. You're exaggerating a bit."
"A businessman?"
Fu Lian'an's lips suddenly curled into a cold smile, a smile that was chilling and devoid of warmth. "A spy from Hong Kong Island, you dare call yourself a businessman? Do you think your disguises can fool everyone?"
These words were like a bomb exploding in the ward.
Everyone's expression changed instantly.
Zhang Jianshe's smile cracked instantly, like a mask shattering to reveal his hideous true nature.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His voice involuntarily rose a few decibels: "Commander Fu! This kind of joke is not to be taken lightly! I am a law-abiding citizen! Don't make false accusations!"
"joke?"
Fu Li'an stared at him coldly, his face as hard as iron, and said, word by word, "You think I'm joking? You know very well. I have all the evidence, including your telegram records of communications with foreign entities, account books, and recordings of you bribing border guards."
He raised his hand and pointed to the briefcase on the bedside table: "It's in there. I'll hand it over as soon as you leave this hospital."
Zhang Jianshe trembled all over, his face turned from red to white, then from white to green, his lips trembled slightly, and he dared not say another word.
Qiao Wanyin stood there in a daze, her eyes already red and swirling with tears, but she held them back.
Looking at Fu Lian'an's straight back and his eyes, which were still as sharp as an eagle's even in his illness, she felt a turmoil in her heart.
She didn't expect that he had already figured out Zhang Jianshe's background.
What she didn't expect was that he had been silently protecting her and their family all along, never letting his guard down even when he was lying in a hospital bed.
Fang Wanyu had no idea of Zhang Jianshe's true identity; she only thought of him as the man who took Qiao Wanyin to Hong Kong.
In her eyes, Zhang Jianshe was nothing more than a generous and cunning businessman. Perhaps he was attracted by Qiao Wanyin's looks or her temperament, which is why he wanted to take her to the bustling port city to enjoy a life of luxury.
Little did she know the dangerous identity and conspiracy behind this man.
Now that they're standing right here, facing each other, the atmosphere is incredibly tense. Of course, she won't let this opportunity slip by—by taking a step on them, she can both clear herself of any wrongdoing and strike a blow at her opponent. Why not?
“Brother Li’an,” she asked timidly, her voice tinged with grievance and worry, her eyes slightly red.
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