Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 150 Shouldn't you explain this?

With a "bang," Fu Jing was punched to the ground by Mo Ziyuan.

"Are you crazy? After so many years of brotherhood, you're hitting me for some woman of unknown origin?" Fu Jing wiped the blood from his nose and glared angrily at Mo Ziyuan, shouting loudly.

Gao Yong and the others were stunned by Mo Ziyuan's sudden punch. They only reacted when Fu Jing questioned them and hurriedly helped him up.

“Fu Jing, I think you’ve really gone a bit too far. Miss Lin is definitely not that kind of person,” Gao Yong said first, speaking up for Lin Xin.

"Yes, I also think she doesn't have the ulterior motives you described. We've all seen what she's done over the years, and I really think you're overthinking it," Chu Yu continued.

"Um..." Meng Yixuan had barely begun to speak when he felt the death stare from his younger brother standing beside him. He coughed and said, "Everyone, calm down. Let's not start fighting amongst ourselves before the enemy even makes a move."

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Meng Yichen and Zhou Qi both understood his subtext, and their expressions changed slightly. He was on Fu Jing's side.

"Since you don't trust Xin'er, there's nothing more to say. I'll bring His Highness here, and we'll escort him back to the capital ourselves!" Mo Ziyuan said expressionlessly, then turned and walked out.

Just as he reached the door, Meng Yixuan grabbed him. He gave a wry smile and said, "I know what I said was wrong. Don't be angry. Let's talk it over!"

"Discuss?" Mo Ziyuan sneered. "Discuss what? Discuss how you clearly need to rely on Xin'er's martial arts to protect His Highness, yet you use the most despicable thoughts to speculate about her? Discuss how to use Xin'er to send His Highness to the capital, and then use her to betray him, saying she has ulterior motives?"

"This..." Meng Yixuan's face showed embarrassment for a moment, "No, how can we do that!"

Although he denied it quickly, no one present was a fool. Even Gao Yong saw his momentary embarrassment and knew that his and Fu Jing's thoughts were probably similar to what Mo Ziyuan had said.

"Holy crap, seriously?! Are you even human?" Gao Yong looked at the two of them as if they were a pile of garbage. "Meng Yixuan, have you forgotten that if it weren't for the ginseng that Miss Lin went deep into the mountains to find, you wouldn't just be lying half-dead in bed right now, you might not even be alive. And now you're actually plotting against your savior with Fu Jing?"

"Brother Jing, Brother Xuan, have you seen too many conspiracies and schemes all day long that you can no longer trust anyone?" Chu Yu asked.

"Brother, I'm very disappointed in you!" Meng Yichen looked at Meng Yixuan with a disappointed expression.

Although Zhou Qi and Cui Shi didn't say anything, their expressions said it all.

"Hmph!" Mo Ziyuan glanced coldly at Fu Jing. "The reason you objected to Xin'er taking His Highness away early is simply because you're afraid that the credit won't go to you."

Fu Jing's face flushed red instantly. He pointed a trembling finger at Mo Ziyuan, his breath stuck in his chest, and he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Is that how you see me?"

"Am I wrong?" Mo Ziyuan looked at his excited appearance without changing his expression. He took out a letter from his pocket and threw it on the table. "This is from your sister. She asked me to make sure you get the credit this time. She also said that if I can help you, she is willing to marry me with a large dowry. She also said that she can help me deal with my stepmother and will definitely not let me lose the title of the heir of the Duke of Dingguo."

If Fu Jing's face had turned red with anger before, it turned deathly pale after hearing Mo Ziyuan's words. He picked up the letter, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't take it out of the envelope after several attempts. It was Meng Yixuan who couldn't bear to see him like that and helped him out.

Fu Jing read the letter with trembling hands. He realized that Mo Ziyuan had actually given him face. There was no doubt that the handwriting on the letter came from his sister, and the contents made him extremely ashamed.

The letter used extremely explicit language to describe the benefits that Mo Ziyuan would receive after completing this mission. For example, she would marry into the Mo family with half of the Fu family's dowry. She would also help Mo Ziyuan deal with the Qi family, and if necessary, she would kill her without any problem. She even imagined their bright future after inheriting the Duke of Dingguo's mansion.

Fu Jing's face turned deathly pale. He crumpled the letter into a ball, his other hand clutching his chest, unable to utter a word. Mo Ziyuan, seemingly not satisfied with the shock, continued, "Although I didn't conceal my whereabouts when I left the capital, not many people know my purpose. Your sister seems to know all this. Shouldn't you explain? Compared to your shameless sister, isn't Xin'er far more trustworthy?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed again.

"Ziyuan, when did you receive this letter?" Meng Yichen asked with a serious expression.

“I found it while packing my bags,” Mo Ziyuan replied.

"Is it Zhao Jie?"

"I don't know, after all, I can't carry my luggage every day, but there are only two possibilities for how I could have not noticed it along the way."

"Which two?" Gao Yong asked.

"Firstly, that person was very meticulous, not moving a single item from his luggage when releasing the letter, and choosing the timing quite cleverly; secondly, this letter was only released after I arrived at Willow Grove Village." Mo Ziyuan's eyes remained fixed on Fu Jing as he spoke.

"You...you doubt me?" Fu Jing asked, his chest heaving.

Mo Ziyuan didn't speak, just stared at him without blinking. Everyone's gaze shifted from one person to another, unsure of who to believe.

“It wasn’t me,” Fu Jing said angrily. “You have absolutely no evidence to prove that I put it there!”

"I never said you put it there. Are you so eager to jump out because you feel guilty?"

"You..." Fu Jing was almost fainting from anger. "What do I have to be guilty of? If I didn't do it, then it wasn't me. If you doubt me, then show me the evidence!"

"Evidence?" Mo Ziyuan sneered. "When you suspected Xin'er, did you have any evidence? Didn't you just use your two thousand words to throw mud at her head? Now that mud has been thrown at you, you're asking me for evidence?"

"You...you deliberately sent this letter to frame me and harm me?"

“Elder Cui,” Mo Ziyuan ignored him and turned to Cui Shi, “If you have time, you should have his eyes checked. He can’t even tell that it’s his sister’s handwriting.”

“You…” Fu Jing found himself speechless in the face of Mo Ziyuan’s insults.

"Now let's vote. Raise your hand if you agree to let Xin'er take His Highness away early," Mo Ziyuan said, glancing at Fu Jing, and then raised his hand first.

Everyone looked at each other. Gao Yong was the second to raise his hand, followed by Chu Yu, Meng Yichen, Cui Shi, and Zhou Qi. Only Meng Yixuan and Fu Jing remained without raising their hands.

"Old Chu, this time you should go with Xin'er and the others, just in case something unexpected happens on the way and His Highness is in danger," Mo Ziyuan said to Chu Yu after putting his hand down.

"Okay, I'll go pack up right away." Chu Yu walked out of the house without saying another word, not even glancing at Fu Jing and Meng Yixuan again.