Chapter 155 The Son of the Third Party
When the door was opened, the girl's small, round nose was still pink, and the corners of her eyes looked like flower petals soaked in water. She looked listless, and even her steps were light and unsteady.
Ruan Yi adjusted her collar in front of the mirror in the corridor, hastily wiping away the remaining tear stains.
All she could think about was finding a place to be by herself, or hiding away at Lin Han's place, and never wanting to see any man involved again for a while.
But as soon as she reached the courthouse entrance, a familiar yet overly gentle voice came from behind her, causing her to freeze in her tracks.
It was Fu Jingchen; Ruan Yi didn't turn around.
The thought that her boyfriend, who was always so kind to her and never got angry, was actually a murderer who had planned two murders made her heart clench with pain.
Unfortunately, the man's loss of control stemmed from his feelings for her, leaving her without the courage to face him and only wanting to run away as quickly as possible.
The sins that arose from love made her afraid to face them.
Fu Wang followed closely behind, falling two steps behind her.
Fu Jingchen's footsteps grew closer and closer. Ruan Yin could feel his outstretched hand, but before his fingertips could touch her sleeve.
All that could be heard from behind was an angry man's voice: "Don't touch her."
Ruan Yi didn't turn around, quickened her pace and almost fled.
Behind him, Fu Jingchen's outstretched arm was gripped tightly by Fu Wang, and the way he looked at Fu Wang instantly changed.
The gentleness that had been in his eyes just a second ago had vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
What did you say to her?
"What did you say?" Fu Wang scoffed, deliberately slowing his speech, each word piercing like a needle.
"Is it enough to say that you were the perpetrator of the shooting, the mastermind behind the car accident, and that you were willing to kill your own half-brother just to keep her by your side?"
Fu Jingchen's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes showing not the panic of being exposed, but only the anxious worry.
He stepped forward, his tone carrying a suppressed question, as if confirming a fact he didn't want to believe.
"You told her all of this directly?"
Fu Jingchen's tone was not one of fear of his crimes being exposed, but rather one of worry.
At this moment, what he feared was not exposure, but that Ruan Yi's fragile mind, having been controlled, would not be able to withstand such a truth.
Looking at his seemingly affectionate demeanor, Fu Wang found it utterly hypocritical and nauseating.
"You're afraid she'll be hurt? Fu Jingchen, if you were truly afraid she'd be hurt, you wouldn't have committed a crime, much less tried to keep her by your side like an object!"
The man stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury, every word he uttered filled with rage.
"You already have a boyfriend, yet you're still so greedy, insisting that she only has eyes for you—is this what you call love?"
"That's called selfish possession to the core!"
Fu Jingchen didn't interrupt at all, but his hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tighter and tighter until his knuckles turned white. Only after Fu Wang finished speaking did he slowly narrow his eyes.
"Am I greedy and selfish?"
The man's eyes were as cold as ice blades, and his voice was deep and full of biting sarcasm.
"Do you really think I can't make you disappear from this world completely?"
Fu Wang laughed, a mocking smile curving his lips, showing no fear whatsoever.
"What? You want to kill me a third time?"
"What methods will you use to commit this time? Will you threaten me with my mother or my position as the heir to the Fu family?"
He paused, deliberately emphasizing his tone, as if trying to tear away the man's last pretense.
"Or do you want to expose my true identity as Fu Wang, not Seren Anderson?"
The man's mockery deepened. "What a pity. You can try it and see if these methods still work."
He is no longer the Fu Wang who could be manipulated by others.
Since being threatened last time, he had given instructions on how to protect Zhou Wan, and there was no need for him to continue playing the role of Seren Anderson.
After the two terrorist attacks, Seren was considered dead in the eyes of the entire United States, and the Anderson family had been completely overhauled, with core power now entirely in his hands.
Now, he no longer needs to hide his identity. He has been parachuted into the management team as a partner from a major Eastern power and is gradually taking over power. In a little while, he will be able to stand upright as Fu Wang.
No more hiding behind a mask, acting as someone's double.
"Do you think I still need to live by my identity as Seren? The person standing in front of you now is Fu Wang, someone who is your equal and who can bring you down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jingchen grabbed Fu Wang by the collar, looking at him as if he were a pile of filthy garbage.
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to say such things?" Fu Jingchen's composure shattered completely, his knuckles turning white from the force he used.
"Criminal? When you and Zhou Wan drove my mother to her death and climbed to your position over her corpse, why didn't you call that a crime?"
“You and your son are like locusts, sucking the blood of the Fu family and taking away things that never belonged to you. How dare you talk to me about love and affection?”
Fu Wang's pupils suddenly contracted, and all his words choked in his throat.
It is true that his mother instilled in him the idea that he was the sole heir to the Fu family business from childhood, hoping he would become a dragon among men.
But his intentions over the years—to deliberately dye his hair an exaggerated color, get earrings, tattoos, and race cars—to cause trouble and attract attention in front of Zhou Wan and Grandpa Fu, were never for the position of heir.
It was clearly because of his ridiculous kindness that he feared his mother and Old Master Fu would try to kill the innocent Fu Jingchen again when he was young.
But these explanations, in Fu Jingchen's cold eyes, only seemed like excuses to show weakness. He gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.
Seeing that he didn't refute, the man took it as a tacit agreement and his eyes grew even colder.
"Because he's the son of another woman?"
"So—they all have a deep-seated tendency to destroy other people's feelings."
"Your despicable feelings aren't even worthy of carrying Xiaoyi's shoes. Don't defile her ears or dirty her eyes."
The man's pupils contracted sharply, and the anger he had been suppressing exploded instantly.
Previously, when Fu Jingchen insulted Zhou Wan and his background, he was able to suppress his anger and not retaliate.
Those words were mixed with real grudges from the past, and he could even understand Fu Jingchen's hatred.
But when words like "despicable" and "tainted" were hurled at his feelings for Ruan Yi, he could no longer hold back, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
He abruptly shook off Fu Jingchen's hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard into Fu Jingchen's face.
His fist, brimming with pent-up anger, throbbed so hard his knuckles went numb.
"My love for Ruan Yi is a hundred times, a thousand times, cleaner than your scheming hypocrite!"
The dull thud of fists hitting flesh echoed outside the courthouse as the two men began to wrestle.
With red eyes, Fu Wang grabbed Fu Jingchen's collar and slammed his fist into his face with all his might, his knuckles quickly turning bloody.
Fu Jingchen grabbed his wrist with his other hand and slammed it into his abdomen, striking the man's ribs where he had been injured by a bullet.
When the two men started fighting, the security guards immediately stepped forward to pull them apart, but it wasn't so easy to separate the two burly men.
Blood splattered on his face and collar; every punch was aimed at the opponent's vitals, completely disregarding everything else.
Someone in the crowd had already taken out their phone and called the police. Within minutes, the sirens of police cars and ambulances could be heard in the distance.
Red and blue lights streaked across the street, getting closer and closer.
Ruan Yi was currently curled up on a sofa in the coffee shop.
She didn't dare go straight home, afraid that if Chen Xun were at home and her husband noticed she had been crying, he would start nagging her endlessly.
I wanted to wait until the redness in my eyes subsided before going back, but because of the case, I hadn't slept well for several days and was exhausted, so I fell asleep on the sofa.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she groggily woke up, covered with a small blanket. When she looked up, she saw the female clerk at the counter had just noticed that she was awake and was smiling at her.
Ruan Yi quickly got up and handed the blanket back, thanking her softly and repeatedly.
She was about to leave a generous tip when, just as she was about to pay, the multimedia screen above the wall behind the counter suddenly caught her eye.
[Shocking! Violent brawl erupts outside courthouse – NovaVoy Group president and Anderson executives engage in public fight, allegedly over shooting verdict!]
The news headline was particularly eye-catching, and the footage also flashed past the scene of the courthouse entrance being cordoned off, with bloodstains on the ground faintly visible.
Ruan Yi's pupils dilated suddenly, her voice trembling: "A fight?! How could this be..."
"Yes," the waitress sighed, her voice full of regret, "I heard the fight was really bad, and both of them were taken away by ambulance. We still don't know the specifics."
Ruan Yi was completely stunned. When she came to her senses, she hurriedly turned around, forgetting to even take her change, and rushed out of the coffee shop.
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