The sunglasses covered most of his face, but the tense jawline still revealed his bad mood at the moment.
"Fu Chen! Liar! Get out here!"
"Give me back my hard-earned money! That's my child's tuition!"
"Fu, don't even think about leaving today!"
I don't know who started it, but the crowd's emotions were completely ignited. Mineral water bottles and paper balls were thrown at them head-on.
A bodyguard urged in a low voice: "Boss Fu, hurry, this way!"
Fu Chen gritted his teeth and said nothing, just wanting to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
An egg "popped" right onto his expensive Italian handmade suit, and the sticky yellow-white liquid flowed down the high-grade fabric, looking disgusting and embarrassing.
"You black-hearted bastard! You swallowed up all our pension money!" A gray-haired old man pointed at him, shaking with anger. "Do you, the Fu family, have any conscience?"
Fu Chen stumbled and nearly fell. The bodyguard beside him quickly supported him.
"Mr. Fu, are you okay?"
He shook off the bodyguard's hand, his face turning extremely pale.
The bodyguards were busy protecting him, struggling to get him back into the hall.
The cold marble floor and the mirror-like elevator door clearly reflected his appearance at the moment: there was a stain on his suit, his hair was messy, and he no longer had any of his usual high spirits.
He stared at himself in the mirror. When had he ever had this look before?
Martin's private plane was flying steadily over the high seas.
He took a sip of wine and was in a good mood.
That kid Fu Chen should be able to hold on for a while, right? As long as he can hold them off, he can get away completely.
When the storm has passed, change your identity and bask in the sun on some tropical island. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
"Mr. Martin, the radar shows... there are UFOs approaching at high speed! More than one!" The captain's somewhat panicked voice came from the cockpit, with a hissing sound like electricity.
"What?" Martin frowned.
Before he could finish his words, the sound of a huge propeller came from far away, making the cabin buzz.
Outside the window, several helicopters painted with official insignia, their black machine guns looming, surrounded his plane.
The voice on the loudspeaker was cold and emotionless: "Aircraft ahead, immediately lower your altitude, shut down your engines, and undergo inspection! I repeat, immediately lower your altitude and shut down your engines! Otherwise, we will take compulsory measures!"
The wine glass in Martin's hand fell to the expensive carpet with a clang, and the red liquid spread all over the place.
His face turned pale. He snatched the communicator and shouted outside, "Who are you? Do you know whose plane this is? I am a citizen of country XX, and I want to contact my embassy!"
In response, he heard clearer weapon aiming movements from the helicopter.
"Idiot!" He stubbed out his cigar on the leather armrest, burning a black hole in it. "Fu Chen is a loser who can't do anything good but always makes things worse! And those men who gave him the guarantee are all useless!"
Under the opponent's forced guidance, the plane made an emergency landing on a temporary runway on a desolate island, and dust flew up in an instant.
The hatch was roughly pulled open by a huge external force. Several armed and expressionless military police blocked the door. The sunlight was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.
"Mr. Martin, please come with us." The leader showed his ID and spoke in a formal tone.
When the cold handcuffs clicked around Martin's wrists, the scene of Fu Chen's first meeting many years ago flashed before his eyes.
The young man followed behind his father, Fu Hong. Although he was young, his eyes were filled with a thirst for power that was almost overflowing, unable to be hidden. At the time, he thought that this kid was ambitious, ruthless, and easy to control, making him a good chess piece.
Who could have imagined that in the end, it would be this chess piece that would ruin the entire game? It's really like raising a tiger to cause trouble! One wrong move leads to another!
The air in the Fu family villa was so stuffy that it made people feel uneasy.
Xu Zhiru hurriedly stuffed all the brand-name clothes, bags, and jewelry in the cloakroom into the suitcase.
The Fu family's broken ship was about to sink, and she didn't want to be buried with it, so she had to run away quickly.
With a loud "bang", the carved door of the villa was kicked open from the outside, and the door panels were shaking.
Fu Chen rushed in with red eyes, his hair disheveled and his suit wrinkled. He looked like he had just crawled out of hell, as if he wanted to eat someone alive.
At a glance, he saw several large suitcases spread out in the living room, and Xu Zhiru standing next to the suitcases.
"Xu Zhiru!" He took a few steps forward and grabbed her wrist, his force seemingly crushing her bones. His voice was as rough and hoarse as sandpaper. "Did you give that bitch Ning Nanxue the recording in the study? Speak!"
Xu Zhiru's wrist ached, and she turned pale with fear. She shrank back, her lips trembling, "I...what do you mean? I...I don't understand what you're talking about, Ah Chen..."
She still wanted to act pitiful.
"Stop pretending!" Fu Chen shook her hand off with a fierce look in his eyes. "Besides you, who else can enter my study? Who else knows the combination to the safe?!"
He roared, grabbed a silver-rimmed photo frame on the dressing table, which contained one of their few photos together. In the photo, the two of them were smiling politely and distantly, and smashed it against the opposite wall.
“Crash—”
The photo frame shattered, sending glass fragments flying everywhere.
A sharp piece of broken glass scratched the back of Xu Zhiru's hand as she tried to cover her cheek, leaving a bloody mark, and bright red blood beads rushed out.
She hissed in pain, and the back of her hand felt burning.
"Do you think Ning Nanxue is a good person? Will she help you? Will she take you in?" Fu Chen approached her step by step. His tall figure carried a strong sense of oppression, and the murderous light in his eyes seemed to want to devour her. "She wishes your Xu family would die out! She should have known long ago that no one in your Xu family, from you to your good-for-nothing brother Xu Zhao, is a good person! You are all a bunch of ungrateful people who can never be fed! You specialize in stabbing us in the back!"
Xu Zhiru covered the back of her bleeding hand and looked at the crazy man in front of her who blamed all the faults on others. The fear in her heart gradually faded away and was replaced by a cold sadness and disgust.
She suddenly laughed, not loudly, but with a hint of self-mockery and unspeakable sadness.
"Fu Chen, at this point, are you still blaming others?" She raised her head, looked directly into Fu Chen's bloodshot eyes, and asked word by word: "I only have one question for you. Tell me honestly that you have never loved me, right?"
The muscles on Fu Chen's face twitched violently, and all his curses and roars were stuck in his throat, as if someone was strangling him.
"From the beginning to the end, I, Xu Zhiru, was nothing more than a tool you used to provoke Ning Nanxue and take revenge on the Ning family, a pawn, wasn't it?" Xu Zhiru pressed, her voice filled with the calmness of a desperate gamble. "You married me because you thought our Xu family was still somewhat useful back then and could help you deal with the Ning family, right? Now that I'm useless and the Xu family is finished, you just want to kick me out?"
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