Fu Junhao has been trying every means to take the child back, which shows how deep his feelings for the child are.
Now that his child has died tragically because of Fu Jiang, he cannot remain indifferent.
Fu Nanxiao knew he was prone to impulsiveness, and he was curious to see what kind of gift he would bring when the father and son met.
"So let's wait and see, we'll find out soon."
Jiang Yilai couldn't understand why he wanted to see this scene, but she could only respect his decision.
After a long journey, Fu Junhao finally met up with Fu Jiang at a forest hotel in a foreign country.
When Fu Junhao entered the room, he saw Fu Jiang sitting on a beach chair on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine, with delicious food laid out on the table, looking very relaxed.
Of course he could be smug, since Fu Nanxiao couldn't possibly find him where he was and couldn't do anything about him anyway.
He wouldn't care how chaotic the company was; anyway, those people would eventually come after Fu Nanxiao.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and waved to Fu Junhao.
"You're here! Come and try this red wine, it's top-quality stuff."
Fu Junhao walked over, and there was not a trace of sadness on his face. Perhaps he didn't even realize what he had done.
Fu Jiang looked him up and down and said with disdain, "You're covered in dust, it's an eyesore. Go wash up next door before you come back, you're ruining the taste of my food."
Fu Junhao stood in front of him without moving, simply staring at him.
Fu Jiang was somewhat displeased: "Didn't you hear me? Get out of here."
"Dad, I'm here because I have something I want to ask you. Please answer me honestly."
Fu Junhao looked somewhat dazed, his eyes filled with anger. He hadn't come all this way to enjoy himself.
Fu Jiang covered his nose in disgust and urged, "Say what you have to say quickly, then leave."
Fu Junhao took a step forward, then pushed the man back in disgust, scolding him for not coming any closer.
Fu Junhao asked seriously, "I want to know why you didn't help Qingyun when he was in danger."
Fu Jiang seemed a little impatient: "This person is dead, why are you still worrying about this? Besides, if I hadn't had someone bring you here, you would still be in jail for life."
"I need an answer from you. Why is that?"
Seeing his persistent questioning, Fu Jiang had no choice but to answer.
"If you want to know, I'll tell you. If you want to blame someone for all of this, blame Jiang Yilai. I threatened her to help you, but she ignored me. So she's the one who killed the child."
“I asked you, and you waited at the scene for almost twenty minutes.”
"She just wouldn't answer the phone, so I was waiting for her."
"The child's injuries were so serious, why didn't you think of taking him to the hospital for emergency treatment first, and then you threatened her?"
“If that’s the case, she won’t fall for it. I did it all for you. If you want to hate her, blame it all on her and don’t nag me about it.”
It turns out that the child's death had no impact on him whatsoever.
How tragic it is that she even feels ashamed to mention herself in front of him.
"Besides, that little thing doesn't even acknowledge us, so its death would be the end of it all."
Fu Jiang's words were the last straw that broke him. He never imagined that the child's existence would become a thorn in his side.
He truly perfectly replicated his grandfather's ruthlessness.
Fu Junhao picked up the wine bottle on the table, looked at the scarlet wine inside, and suddenly raised it and poured it over Fu Jiang's head.
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