Under the fat boy's determined gaze, Wei Sushen slowly spoke, "My father taught me to treat everyone equally since I was a child."
Amidst the laughter of the audience, only Wei Ye had a gloomy face. Jiang Meiling joked beside him, "Amazing."
Wei Ye's lips moved a few times, and it was unclear who he was scolding.
Fang Shan seemed to be aware of something on the stage, and glanced around at the audience: "I wonder if your father is here today."
After his reminder, all the audience subconsciously looked around. Wei Ye couldn't help but feel lucky that he was sitting in the first row, between his wife and children, otherwise he would have been embarrassed.
Fang Shan's gaze paused here as if nothing had happened, then moved away again, pretending nothing had happened. A silent confrontation ended in a slight noise.
The atmosphere erupted in laughter. It was a delicate one. When you laid your eyes on the two, their expressions and tones were so natural that you could burst into laughter. Yet, when you reflected on them, you didn't find anything funny, or even what you were laughing at. It was as if Wei Sushen and Fang Shan themselves were the source of the joke.
A few hours passed quickly, and with the final bow and warm applause, the performance came to an end.
Fang Shan, who was originally smiling, stood there for a long time without moving, and frowned inadvertently.
As the audience gradually dispersed, only a few people in the first row remained.
Since his parents came here, Wei Sushen naturally wanted to go over and say a few words to them.
Perhaps because his son had not been home for a while, Wei Ye felt that the depression in his heart had eased a lot.
A bystander can see things more clearly. The little fat boy sighed. This was not just about calming down. It was obvious that he had developed a psychological endurance as strong as a solid wall through repeated blows.
Wei Ye's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number. After hesitating for a second, he answered: "Who is this?"
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wei Ye?" The tone on the other end was cautious and flattering.
Wei Ye said "hmm".
"Look, we're Tianyi Publishing House. We're wondering if you'd be interested in publishing a book called 'Parenting Quotes'. We can buy it out for a good price."
After the crowds dispersed, the theater became empty and quiet, and the voice on the phone could be clearly heard by everyone.
Several people's expressions changed at the same time. As the culprit, Wei Sushen took a small step back and moved out of Wei Ye's sight.
The person from the publishing house was still talking non-stop, and Wei Ye's already cold face became darker and darker, and finally he hung up the phone.
Jiang Meiling's smile was a little halfhearted, but she still came out to smooth things over: "Who knows, she might become a writer in the future."
Wei Ye felt that with these two unfilial sons around, it would not be long before he became a great man, let alone a writer.
His cold gaze fell on Wei Sushen: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Wei Sushen was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that Fang Shan was not in the right state and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Meiling, standing by, gently patted Wei Ye, who was left alone, to comfort him and said softly, "At least you're not going to participate in the variety show Where Are We Going, Dad?"
“…”
Fang Shan looked towards the gate and said, "I have a bad feeling."
Wei Sushen first looked out the window. There were stars, and the sky was soft and quiet. "It doesn't look like it's going to rain."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound.
The sky suddenly became dark and the clouds seemed to be pressing down.
The way people looked at him revealed one message... a jinx.
The rain came without warning. When the little fat boy thought about not bringing an umbrella, he sighed deeply.
"Why are you sighing?" Wei Ye frowned and said, "It's just raining, no one died."
Amidst the roar of thunder, a faint scream could be heard: "Someone's dead!"
“…”
Except for Wei Ye, everyone felt that Wei Sushen had been wronged. It was obvious that his bad mouth was hereditary.
There was no time to worry too much, so they walked out quickly. None of them liked to watch the excitement, but when the traffic was blocked and a murder was happening right in front of them, they could not stay out of it.
There was a crowd of people gathered outside the Jungan Hotel. The fat man took one look and said, "I've said it before, this hotel is very evil."
A person was lying on the ground, blood and rain overlapping each other, reflecting a fragmented young face.
Fang Shan, who had squeezed into the crowd, stepped back. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became sharper. When he walked over to Wei Sushen, he said calmly, "He's out of control."
Choosing this time to commit a murder is like a silent declaration and provocation.
There were two pale faces in the crowd, belonging to Fang Xinghai and his son.
Fang Can tried his best to suppress the trembling of his voice. He recognized the dead person on the ground. It was the resident of Room 601 who had bumped into him at the elevator entrance.
Chen Yu once jumped from this guest room, and now someone else has followed in his footsteps.
"Dad, will it be our turn next?"
"What are you afraid of?" Fang Xinghai shouted. The image of the deceased in his pupils made his heart flutter, but it was only for a moment. He quickly calmed down. His peripheral vision caught sight of Wei Ye's figure, and his eyes swiveled around before finally settling on a sinister decision.
Fang Can said anxiously, "If all else fails, how about taking a risk and hiring some exorcists?"
Fang Xinghai shook his head. He and Fang Shan agreed on this point: "An unknown exorcist will have a counterproductive effect. If it fails, we will be the ones who suffer."
Fang Can asked tentatively: "Then what other solutions are there?"
Fang Xinghai smiled chillingly: "With a little sacrifice, we can kill two birds with one stone."
The sound of sirens came from far away, and the people here were quite polite and automatically made way.
Wei Ye, who was standing on the periphery, glanced at Wei Sushen and said, "Go home and live."
Wei Sushen instead looked at Fang Shan first. The latter gently tugged at his sleeve and pulled him towards him. He lowered his head, and one could only see his thin lips moving a few times, but could not hear what he was saying clearly.
Wei Sushen pondered for a while, then shook his head to reject Wei Ye's proposal.
The patter of falling rain partially obscured his vision, but Wei Ye could clearly detect the flash of murderous intent in Fang Shan's eyes, and his brow furrowed. He knew from the beginning that this person who suddenly appeared beside his son was not simple, and the conclusion drawn from their investigation was simply two words: unknown origin.
Fang Shan suddenly raised his head, his eyes unexpectedly meeting Wei Ye's. He pursed his lips and smiled, and said something that seemed to be sincere: "It's safest to stay in the hotel."
Wei Ye looked at Wei Sushen, who nodded slightly: "What he said is true."
Although Wei Sushen's decision was briefly questioned, Wei Ye ultimately let him go. Fang Shan went back to the hotel with Wei Sushen first and was slightly surprised on the way: "I thought you would be taken away by force."
Wei Sushen said calmly, "Before the matter becomes clear, rashly interfering may have the opposite effect."
Fang Shan laughed after hearing this: "Your family has always been very business-like."
After the elevator door opened, Wei Sushen slowly said, "In most cases, this is a good thing."
Fang Shan stopped walking out of the elevator and looked at the room at the end of the corridor where the murder had just occurred. He thought that soon after the investigation, some curious people would rush to stay in it.
"Using life to pursue excitement, essentially, he is quite similar to the host."
Wei Sushen knew that he was referring to the cooperation between the two sides to enter the plane to carry out the mission, and did not deny it: "Profitability is the key."
They lived on the sunny side and could see the scene downstairs through the glass of the guest room. The body had been taken away, but the police car had not left yet.
Fang Shan stood in front of the window and exclaimed softly, "Fang Xinghai is talking to your father."
Although he couldn't see Wei Ye's expression clearly from a distance, Fang Shan could roughly sense Wei Ye's impatience.
Wei Sushen didn't seem too moved after hearing this. Fang Shan jokingly said, "Given Fang Xinghai's personality, he must be planning something. Isn't the host worried?"
Wei Sushen shook his head, walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the two figures talking downstairs: "Let us just watch him die quietly."
Wei Ye is not that easy to calculate. He can make the other party suffer a few losses. To put it bluntly, he is relying on the father-son relationship to be fearless and does not have to worry about retaliation in the future.
But Wei Ye will not hold back at all against Fang Xinghai.
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Just as Fang Shan had guessed at the beginning, Fang Xinghai was indeed planning a very vicious plan.
"Do I know the identity of that child?"
Wei Ye raised his eyebrows: "So?"
Big drops of rain hit him, and Fang Xinghai coughed a few times as if he had caught a cold. "Let's go upstairs and talk in detail."
Wei Ye didn't take a step forward immediately. Fang Xinghai smiled sarcastically, "Everyone saw us talking in public. I'm not stupid enough to attack you."
Wei Ye turned his head and glanced at Jiang Meiling. After exchanging glances, he and Fang Xinghai entered the hotel.
As soon as they entered the guest room, Fang Xinghai said to Fang Can, "Be careful not to catch a cold after getting caught in the rain. Go take a hot shower first."
Fang Can subconsciously wanted to refuse, but seeing Fang Xinghai's unyielding gaze, he walked into the bathroom.
Fang Xinghai looked at Wei Ye: "Do you mind if I change my shirt first?"
Wei Ye: "Whatever you want."
Fang Xinghai took a clean shirt into the bathroom and whispered to Fang Can, who was standing by the sink in a daze, "The most urgent thing is to find a scapegoat."
Fang Canming realized something: "You mean..."
"If we can get that evil force to target Wei Ye, it will solve our immediate problem and also help us eliminate a competitor."
Fang Can: "How can we guarantee this?"
Fang Xinghai: "I will find a way to make him stay in the hotel for one night. I don't believe he won't be targeted."
Data from private investigations show that those who have recently committed suicide by jumping off buildings are all from wealthy families, and Wei Ye obviously belongs to this group.
Leaving the front Xinghai, he turned on the shower: "You are not allowed to go out without my permission."
Fang Can's eyes were wandering, and after he left, he couldn't help but stick to the door and eavesdrop.
In the guest room, Fang Xinghai slowly made tea and handed it to Wei Ye.
Wei Ye was so astute that he could tell at a glance that she was stalling for time. He put down his teacup and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do at the company. Let's talk next time."
Fang Xinghai concealed his anxiety and laughed dryly, "Don't you want to know what Fang Shan's secret is?"
Wei Ye: "It doesn't matter."
Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly away, Fang Xinghai narrowed his eyes and thought of other ways.
Before long, a long-held confusion suddenly surfaced. It seemed to him that Wei Ye and Jiang Meiling had been married for so many years without any scandal, which was simply impossible in this industry. And Wei Sushen had almost completely inherited Wei Ye's way of doing things. Could even his sexual orientation be genetic?
If so, there is still room for maneuver.
Fang Xinghai took a deep breath, and the feeling of humiliation that arose in him quickly dissipated, replaced by the instinct for survival.
He suddenly grabbed Wei Ye's wrist and said, "I like you."
“…”
Fang Xinghai spoke absentmindedly, glancing at his reflection in the window. He was only in his early forties, and in the eyes of the little girl, he was just a handsome, mature man. As long as Wei Ye had a problem with his sexual orientation, there was no reason not to be seduced.
As if he had already seen the scene of Wei Ye being possessed by evil and jumping off the building, Fang Xinghai's heart was instantly filled with anxiety: "It's just one night. Even if something happened between us, it would be hidden from everyone."
Fang Can, who was eavesdropping, kept his mouth slightly open. Thinking of what Fang Xinghai had said before about the necessary sacrifice, he was instantly in a trance.
He came to his senses amidst the begging for mercy and hurried out. In the corner, Fang Xinghai was holding his head to avoid being beaten.
Fang Can was startled and hurried to separate them.
However, like Fang Xinghai, he looked tall and handsome, but had no experience in martial arts. He was thrown out by Wei Ye in a few moves.
Seeing Fang Xinghai's bruised face, Fang Can didn't care about anything else and ran out to bang on the door next door: "Help!"
A few seconds later, Fang Shan opened the door and said disdainfully, "What's wrong again?"
Fang Can pushed him away and looked at Wei Sushen inside: "My dad was almost beaten to death by your dad."
Wei Sushen frowned and closed the book.
Fang Shan embarrassedly told Fang Xinghai about his plan to divert the trouble away.
Wei Sushen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and after a while he spat out two words: "Serves you right."
"He wasn't beaten for that," Fang Can's plea for mercy seemed to echo in his ears. He wanted to cry but couldn't. "My dad tried to seduce Uncle Wei but failed, and instead angered him."
The amount of information was too much, and not only Wei Sushen, but also Fang Shan was unable to react.
Fang Can gave a pale explanation: "In order to get that unknown thing to notice Uncle Wei, he was willing to give his body to it and wanted to keep it overnight."
Fang Shan's mind played out a series of scenes. At the end, he rubbed his brows and said to Wei Sushen, "He deserves death. But since he came up with such a plan, I feel embarrassed to watch him die without helping."
Wei Sushen closed his eyes and nodded slightly, as if to agree with what he said.
The author has something to say: Fang Xinghai...a vicious villain, a man with an extremely strong desire to survive.
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