Chapter 144 I Won't Go to Jail
As soon as the van stopped in front of the NovaVoy building, and the driver got out, lifted the back seat, and opened the door, reporters who had been waiting for a long time swarmed in like bees, eagerly thrusting microphones to the man's lips.
"Mr. Fu! I heard that you are involved in the shooting of Seren Anderson. Is that true?"
"Have you engaged in any malicious business competition against Sellen Anderson?"
"The company's stock price has plummeted by more than ten percent. What are your thoughts on this? Will you resign to take responsibility?"
The man, who had just been bailed out by his lawyer, was surrounded by a barrage of sharp and rapid questions. He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, and his face showed no sign of panic, only a slight furrowing of his brow.
As the reporters' questioning became increasingly aggressive, and they even tried to tug at his sleeve, more than a dozen bodyguards in suits quickly and precisely formed a human wall around the man.
The human wall moved slowly, protecting the man in the center, forcefully clearing a path through the crowd of reporters, leaving behind a cacophony of noise and blinding flashes of light.
The elevator went directly to the top-floor conference room, and when the door opened, it was already full of people.
The air was thick with anxiety and discontent. Several foreign shareholders made no attempt to hide their doubts when they saw the man enter the room.
“Mr. Fu, you are now a murder suspect!” The older white shareholder slammed his fist on the table first.
"Yesterday alone, the company's market value evaporated by tens of billions! You must give us an explanation!"
"An explanation? I think we should be more worried about whether he'll go to jail! If the person in charge goes to prison, who will steer the Fu family business? What will happen to our investments?"
"Exactly! Right now, everyone's talking about your feud with Seren Anderson, saying you hired someone to kill someone to steal a project. This kind of scandal is impossible to clear up!"
"I think you should be suspended from your post for now; at least that will stabilize the stock price!"
The voices of doubt and accusation rose and fell, clearly intended to shake his position of power when he was at his most vulnerable.
The man walked to the head seat and sat down, his fingers lightly resting on the edge of the conference table. Just as the argument was at its most heated, he slightly bent his long knuckles and gently tapped the table.
"Knock." A crisp sound rang out in the noisy conference room, like an invisible command.
The next second, all sounds vanished instantly. The shareholders, who had been indignant just moments before, all fell silent, their eyes flashing with barely concealed fear.
This sense of awe was ingrained in his very being, and it did not diminish in the slightest, even now that the man was involved in a murder case.
After all, the man is still the largest shareholder of NovaVoy, holding more than 60% of the shares, and is the one who brought NovaVoy to its peak.
The man raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his voice calm yet carrying a strong sense of oppression.
"First of all, I will not go to jail."
A faint, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his tone blatantly sarcastic.
"Secondly, if NovaVoy can't even withstand this small fluctuation in stock price, then what use are you 'business elites' here?"
The conference room was completely silent; no one dared to speak. When the man spoke again, his voice carried a clear warning: "This is none of your concern. I will handle it."
"Not only can I handle cases well, but I can also expose those parasites who are delusional and coveting things that don't belong to them at this critical juncture."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire conference room became so quiet that you could hear everyone breathing. Everyone knew that the man never spoke empty words, and those who tried to take advantage of the situation would only get burned.
The man pushed open the office door, and his eyes immediately fell on the display shelf inside, where the coffee cup that he had repaired, which belonged to Ruan Yi, was placed in the most conspicuous position.
He walked over slowly, touched the glass of the display case with his fingertips, and stared at it quietly. His gaze then fell on the cup near the handle, where there was a very faint line, a trace of a piece that had been carefully repaired after it was broken.
No matter how well a shattered mirror is pieced together or perfectly repaired, it cannot hide the tiny cracks.
The thought of where Ruan Yi was now caused a dull ache in his heart, and a familiar, almost tearing pain and anger surged up instantly.
Just like when he lost control and attacked Fu Wang, his movements were sharp, scalding, and filled with a destructive impulse.
But he was mentally prepared. From the moment he sent his assistant Li to pick up Ruan Yi, he knew that there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to bring her back.
Who told the girl's damn fiancé to get involved?
Fu Jingchen closed his eyes. News about his involvement in the Seren shooting case was already everywhere, and Ruan Yi couldn't possibly have missed it.
What will she think? Will she believe those accusations? Will she... be afraid?
The thought of the girl looking at him with fear and disappointment made his heart ache.
The man wasn't bothered by any rumors or stock market fluctuations; his mind was completely occupied by the girl's possible attitude.
"Will she completely distance herself because of these things?"
Everything happened suddenly, yet it all seemed to have been arranged.
Why did Ruan Yi specifically choose Fu Wang? Why not someone else? Even Ruan Yi's younger brother, who had already confessed his feelings to her, wouldn't have aroused his murderous intent.
Why did Shen Xun happen to be at the scene where Fu Wang was shot and called for help? He precisely took Ruan Yi away, and then joined forces with Fu Wang to set up this deadly move to completely bring him down.
Everything was so coincidental, like sharp blades drawn from their sheaths, all coming at him.
NovaVoy's special investigation team has found the source of the series of attacks the company suffered recently. They were all orchestrated by Gu Zhi in conjunction with the Anderson family. However, those were protracted attacks aimed at eroding NovaVoy's foundation.
But is this plan—to send him straight to prison and put him to death—also Gu Zhi's doing?
"It can't be him."
Gu Zhi may hate him for winning Ruan Yi's heart, but he may not understand him, understand why he would lose control, or understand how to use Ruan Yi as the sharpest knife to stab him.
All the schemes behind the scenes revolve around Ruan Yi.
But now, Ruan Yi has fallen into Shen Xun's hands. Is this the ending that person wanted? It's even more impossible.
The malice surging from all directions, seemingly aimed at him, was actually all directed at Ruan Yi.
It wasn't ordinary evil, but rather a kind of almost pathological, possessive obsession, like invisible nets trying to trap the girl within a certain area.
And wasn't he himself a part of this web? In order to keep Ruan Yi by his side, he resorted to any means necessary, even "killing" someone with his own hands.
The man chuckled softly, his laughter filled with self-mockery.
Ironically, he couldn't even confirm whether Fu Wang was truly dead that day, because—he heard the elevator going up, and the girl's familiar footsteps getting closer and closer.
Knowing that it was Ruan Yi who panicked, Fu Wang was allowed to survive in the emergency, making such a low and stupid mistake.
I hate myself for being stupid, I hate myself for losing control, and I hate it even more...
"Why didn't the car accident, when the car first went out of control, completely eliminate Fu Wang as a potential threat?"
He knew that Fu Wang's intentions were not as simple as Ruan Yi's claim of helping to prepare a surprise.
He was a man; how could he not see the undisguised covetousness in another man's eyes when he looked at his beloved?
Fu Wang's intention was simply to lower Ruan Yi's guard first, and then gradually erode and plunder her, snatching her away from him.
The man walked to the desk, his fingertips landing on the photo frame, a picture of a girl smiling with her eyes crinkled.
My fingertips gently traced the girl's cheek in the photo, but what I touched wasn't softness, but the coldness of glass.
"Xiaoyi, don't abandon me."
"I need you..."
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