Chapter 145 Ying Luwei's Piano is Garbage [2 Updates]
The next second, the Maserati sped off again.
The car kept accelerating until it left the city, at which point the speed gradually stabilized.
Even without Fu Yunshen saying anything, Ying Zijin knew that something had happened.
Her phoenix eyes were slightly cool as she glanced at the rearview mirror.
Behind the car they were in were ten black cars.
It can be seen from the rearview mirror that those cars have been modified and are not ordinary cars.
In particular, they have now driven onto a mountain road.
The road is winding and has many bends, and there are also many signs indicating road construction.
One wrong move and you could be in a car crash and die.
Miss Ying closed her eyes slightly, knowing what Fu Yunshen was about to do.
After the Maserati drove into the mountains, the cars behind followed suit and sped up.
It's already on par with Maserati, and even slightly surpassing it.
"Sizzle—"
Fu Yunshen's eyes were icy as he floored the accelerator, narrowly missing the car next to him by only an inch, quickly overtaking it and making a sharp turn.
The moment he passed the car, it lost control and veered off the side of the road.
However, this did not affect other vehicles in the slightest; these vehicles continued to move forward at high speed, sandwiching the Maserati in the middle.
This isn't racing; it's murder.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the speedometer, a slight smile playing on his lips, and accelerated once again.
Within a second, the speed reached its limit, and even the car body emitted a slight tremor.
Despite the high speed, Ying Zijing didn't even flinch. She remained calm and said in a steady voice, "Left."
"Bang!"
The Maserati made a swerve and knocked the car on its left off.
Seeing this, the remaining cars moved closer and rammed into the Maserati, clearly intending to destroy it.
A series of loud "bang" sounds echoed in the air.
Several vehicles' tires couldn't withstand such high speeds and all burst.
The car's speed suddenly decreased, and it was left far behind.
Fu Yunshen raised his head, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.
Ahead was a large bend, and the road was very narrow, only wide enough for one car to pass at a time.
"Whoosh—"
Fu Yunshen turned the steering wheel and, at extreme speed, turned directly through the bend.
Drifting indefinitely!
All the cars behind stopped, and the people inside watched in disbelief as the Maserati disappeared from their sight.
The Maserati did not linger in the mountains; after descending from the other side, it returned to the city.
Apart from some scratches on the car body, there wasn't even a dent.
No one could have imagined that this car had just experienced a life-or-death race.
"Little friend, go home first." Fu Yunshen drove back to the Wen family home, his expression still cold, his tone low and slow. "I have some things to take care of."
**
An hour later.
At the entrance of the Fu family's old mansion, there were ten people whose arms and legs had been broken.
This time, instead of throwing it in the dense grass, it was thrown at the front gate.
People come and go in the villa area; everyone can see them.
Those who live here, though not as wealthy as the Fu family, are still considered small to medium-sized wealthy families in Shanghai, and inevitably have business dealings with the Fu family, both large and small.
Everyone was quite surprised to see this scene.
A wealthy family like the Fu family naturally makes countless enemies.
But the Fu family is the head of the four major wealthy families, so who in Shanghai would dare to provoke them?
With a gloomy face, Fu Mingcheng ordered the servants to carry all ten people in.
He could naturally tell that these were retainers secretly trained by the Fu family, and they were all extremely skilled.
Let alone ten, even just one broken arm or leg would be a huge loss.
Fu Mingcheng was initially unaware of what was going on, but Fu Yichen, who had followed, was stunned: "Didn't I tell you to deal with Fu Yunshen? What happened to you?"
Several people tried to speak, but could only make muffled noises.
Clearly, his voice was also damaged.
"Idiot!" Fu Mingcheng finally understood. Enraged, he raised his hand and slapped Fu Yichen across the face. "How old are you? Twenty-seven! You're not a child anymore! Look at what you've done!"
Fu Yichen's injuries hadn't healed yet, and now he was hit by Fu Mingcheng, causing him to fall to the ground.
The servants in the villa were stunned.
"Mingcheng, let's talk this out. Why are you hitting the child?" Madam Fu was heartbroken. "Yichen was just released and he's still weak. You hit him so hard; you're trying to kill him!"
"It's all because you spoiled them!" Fu Mingcheng was furious. "Fu Yichen, tell me honestly, what exactly did you have these retainers do? If you don't give me a good or bad answer, I'll beat you to death today!"
"I... I just told them to deal with Fu Yunshen." Fu Yichen shrank his neck. "He locked me up for seven days and didn't give me any food. I almost died. Of course, he shouldn't have gotten away with it either."
"Still trying to argue!" Fu Mingcheng was even angrier. Ignoring Madam Fu's attempts to stop him, he slapped Fu Yichen again. "Tell me, have you gotten into trouble again?"
"Yichen, tell your father the truth!" Madam Fu was also anxious. "Since things have already come to this, there's no harm in telling the truth."
"Dad, Mom, why don't you believe me?" Fu Yichen cried in anger. "It really was all Fu Yunshen who did it. Are you saying that the injuries on my face and the people on the ground are fake?"
"Take your good son away." Fu Mingcheng didn't even want to look at Fu Yichen anymore, his chest heaving. "These next few days, don't give him a single penny, and don't let him leave the house."
No matter what Fu Yichen said, Fu Mingcheng and his wife still did not believe that these two things were related to Fu Yunshen.
After locking Fu Yichen in the bedroom, Madam Fu said worriedly, "Mingcheng, could Yichen be having mental problems? Even if he's jealous of Yun Shen, it shouldn't be to this extent..."
He said Fu Yunshen hit him and even broke the hands and feet of his servants.
If Fu Yunshen had the ability to do such a thing, would he still be the number one playboy in Shanghai?
"I think he's just bored lately because he has nothing to do, and he's been daydreaming all day." Fu Mingcheng was still angry. "Make him reflect on his actions, and you should spoil him less in the future."
Madam Fu dared not provoke him.
After calming himself down, Fu Mingcheng said, "Take him to the First Hospital to see a neurologist the day after tomorrow."
**
Lu Fang has been hiding these past few days, afraid of being caught by the people from Class 19, who would really make him eat feces live on air.
He was now somewhat annoyed, wondering why he had made such a bet with Ying Zijin in a fit of anger because of Zhong Zhiwan.
Lu Fang swallowed hard and decided to try the same trick again, climbing over the wall.
But before he even started climbing, he heard footsteps behind him.
Lu Fang shuddered and turned around abruptly, only to see Qingzhi's school bully leading a group of students from Class 19 toward them.
"Kid, why are you running?" Jiang Ran sneered. "Could it be that you've forgotten?"
"Brother Ran, how could I dare? How could I dare!" Lu Fang said with a forced smile. "Brother Ran, look, it's already six o'clock, school's over. Shouldn't we all go home and find our own mothers?"
"Go find your own mother? I'll go find your grandpa!" Jiang Ran was in a relatively good mood, but these four words made him grit his teeth. "Hold him down. Is everything ready?"
The younger brother immediately replied, "Brother Ran, there's a whole truckload, all you can eat."
“Very good.” Jiang Ran sat down on the rock next to him. “Let him eat.”
"Brother Ran, Brother Ran, it's all a misunderstanding." Lu Fang panicked. "Brother Ran, I was really wrong. I looked down on people. I will never do it again. Please forgive me."
"Fine, you don't have to eat it." Jiang Ran sneered again. "Bury him in there."
Before Lu Fang could react, he was kicked into the car by his underlings and his face was covered in smears.
He almost died.
But Jiang Ran didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to get up and could only lie there in frustration.
"Watch him, make him clean this place up." Jiang Ran pinched his nose. "It stinks so bad, I really don't know why you have this kind of hobby."
The younger brother called out to his retreating figure, "Brother Ran, where are Father Ying and Sister Yu?"
Jiang Ran did not reply.
He was actually going to see the two of them.
The two of them went to the senior high school area.
He only found out today that his classmate's father has a younger brother.
What should he be called?
Could it be my uncle?
Jiang Ran's face darkened, and he left with a sour expression.
In the final year of high school, school wasn't over yet; there were only breaks between classes, and after those breaks, students had to continue with evening self-study.
However, Wen Tinglan was not among them. He neither arrived early nor left early, and left on time.
When Ying Zijing saw the young man come out, she nodded slightly: "Let's go."
Xiu Yu was supporting Shang Yaozhi on Weibo, following behind the two of them.
After leaving the gifted class in the senior year, the three passed by the music classroom.
Xiu Yu glanced at it while playing on his phone and clicked his tongue: "Dad Ying, your aunt Bai Lian is playing the piano for the first-year high school students. Looks like she's trying to raise a bunch of brainless fans again."
"What do you think of her piano skills? To be able to rival the goddess Vera, she must have some talent, right?"
Ying Zijing didn't even look at him when she heard this, and said indifferently, "Trash."
A piano piece finished playing just before those two words were uttered, and the music classroom fell silent. All the students sitting inside heard the word and looked up in astonishment.
"Trash?" A boy stood up and sneered, "You don't think you know how to play the piano just because you got first place in your grade in the second year of high school, do you?"
"Teacher Ying has received praise from many pianists. You call it rubbish? Then come up here and try playing one. If you can't, then don't stand here."
(End of this chapter)
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