Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

"Who is Wen Liyan?" Chen Da covered his face. He wasn't lying; he genuinely couldn't place the name.

Fu Jingting sneered, seemingly having completely lost patience with him.

Chen Da looked at Yu Shinan as if pleading for help.

"The woman you went to see was named Wen Fei. In this incident, one person died in the hospital, burned to death—that woman's father." Yu Shinan rubbed his temples. "Chen Da, did you do it?"

"Ah, you mean that man, the one who was so thin he was skin and bones, and who couldn't breathe even if he walked fast? I really didn't do it. His daughter pushed him down. She wouldn't let the woman leave, and in the struggle, she pushed the man into the fire."

Fu Jingting frowned deeply.

Yu Shinan squatted down in front of him, grabbed Chen Da's T-shirt and wiped the blood off his face. "Speak properly, don't lie, or I can't help you."

"Brother Nan, even in my condition, would I dare to lie? It's absolutely true."

Fu Jingting didn't dwell on the question anymore, but instead asked him, "Who told you to go to the hospital to see Wen Fei?"

"I don't know that. They just told me to send her a message and then to set a fire. That's all I know."

"Who gave you permission to send this message?"

Before Chen Da could answer, Yu Shinan added, "Wei Jingwu's men."

He looked up at Fu Jingting. "Have you ever fought Wei Jingwu?"

"No," Fu Jingting answered decisively, confirming that there was no such thing.

They follow different paths. The Fu family has its own code of conduct. Moreover, when Old Master Yu Tianyuan was alive, he was on good terms with Fu Shiqing. After the Yu family collapsed, Wei Jingwu took over. Even if the Fu family has something to do, they will not cooperate with Wei Jingwu.

They practically avoid each other, with no cooperation or shared interests whatsoever.

There was none indirectly either.

"Are you sure?" Yu Shinan looked at him. "Wei Jingwu is a cautious man. He's a rough man, but he's also meticulous. He won't offend you for no reason, unless there's a higher benefit in front of him."

Fu Jingting lowered his voice and remained silent.

Yu Shinan looked at Chen Da, "You should leave. Stay away from Wei Jingwu's men for the time being, and don't go home. I ran into his men when I was looking for you. If I had been a step later, Chen Da, it wouldn't have been just a beating today; I might have been collecting your corpse. Hide well and don't show your face for the time being. Tell me if you think of anything."

Chen Da was shocked. "Brother Nan, you mean Uncle Wei's men are looking for me, wanting, wanting..."

Yu Shinan dragged him out, and Chen Da thought he was trying to avoid those people, never expecting that he was the one who had provoked them.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Yu Shinan picked up Chen Da's hat from the ground and put it on his head. "If you think this life is dispensable, then just ignore what I said. For the sake of the time you followed me, Chen Da, I advise you to stay away from Wei Jingwu and live a good life."

Chen Da was stunned for a moment. He got up, said "Thank you, Brother Nan" several times, and then turned and ran away.

Fu Jingting was clearly dissatisfied. Yu Shinan handed him a cigarette. "Killing him won't do you any good. At best, he's just a mouthpiece. Keep him alive and see if he can implicate the people behind him."

Fu Jingting pushed away the cigarette offered to him, saying, "Qingcheng has a very sensitive nose, and she doesn't like the smell of smoke now." She said it would upset her and that it was bad for the baby in her belly.

She stopped smoking because she didn't like him.

Yu Shinan chuckled, put the cigarette in his mouth, but before he could light it, Fu Jingting grabbed it and threw it on the ground, saying, "The smell of the cigarette will stick to me."

"..."

Yu Shinan's face darkened considerably. Damn it!

"Wei Jingwu wouldn't mess with you for no reason. You'd better think carefully about what your connection is, otherwise you'll be caught off guard." Yu Shinan looked at him. "Don't underestimate him. He might not be as good as you when it comes to playing fair, but when it comes to underhanded tactics..."

"You think I don't know how to play dirty tricks?" Fu Jingting's brows furrowed as he interrupted Yu Shinan.

Yu Shinan raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "I forgot, you were pretty despicable too. But don't forget, times have changed. You have someone you care about now. If they're willing to fight you to the death, what can you do?"

Fu Jingting's face darkened; Yu Shinan had hit the nail on the head.

"Thanks." Fu Jingting reached out and patted Yu Shinan on the shoulder. He knew that the chef didn't want to get involved in anything related to Wei Jingwu, but the Yu family's underground network of connections was still there. Yu Shinan might not want to use it, but he could use these resources whenever he wanted.

Most importantly, it's fast.

If it's related to Wei Jingwu, then at least we have a direction.

"No need to thank me," Yu Shinan interjected, cutting off Fu Jingting's next words. "This is a one-time thing. Don't think about anything else."

"What did I say?" Fu Jingting retorted.

"No matter what you say, find someone else." Yu Shinan cut him off completely. "Your older brother has a friend named Zhou Qian. Find him."

"Zhou Qian is inconvenient; after all, he joined the Fu Group with his elder brother, and his identity is sensitive." With these concerns, they can't get too involved, which makes things difficult.

"That has nothing to do with me." Yu Shinan waved his hand. He still had to repay Song Xingzhi's favor, and everyone was now connected to Wei Jingwu. This made Yu Shinan feel uneasy.

If it sinks any deeper, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out.

It's not that I'm afraid of trouble, it's just that I'm tired of certain lifestyles and don't want to get involved anymore. From being a brawler in my teens to now, I just want to eat, drink, and relieve myself—it's all so ordinary and simple.

Zhou Qian has also found some clues about the person involved in the car accident that day. Although the exact suspect is unclear, there are some leads pointing to Fu Hongxin.

However, the exact connection between Fu Hongxin and Wei Jingwu remains unclear.

Yu Shinan rode over on his motorcycle, wearing a helmet. Before leaving, he remembered something, took a small plastic bag out of his pocket, and tossed it to Fu Jingting.

"What is it?" Fu Jingting asked, still reaching out to catch it.

Two rows of hair clips.

A row of vegetables.

A row of fruit.

Fu Jingting, "..." He's a real chef, everything he does is related to the kitchen.

"Give Si Chen what she wants."

Yu Shinan put on his helmet, got on his motorcycle, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

Fu Jingting got into the car and called Duan Heng, "Find a way to track down Fu Hongxin's whereabouts, the more detailed the better."

Duan Heng agreed.

Before entering the ward, Fu Jingting went to the restroom, washed his hands, and checked himself to make sure he didn't smell of blood or smoke before entering the ward.

When Xu Qingcheng saw him return, she looked up at him and saw that he was standing in front of her unharmed. Only then did she relax and seem to believe that he had gone back to the company to handle some matters.

Fu Jingting told Fu Sichen to go back.

Before leaving, he called her back, "Wait a minute."

He took out the things the cook had asked him to bring, "Here you go."

Fu Sichen looked at the small hair clip in her hand and shivered violently. Her second brother always made her uneasy when he gave her things for no reason.

"Second brother, I haven't... haven't done anything lately, have I?"

"I didn't send it. Your brother Nan said you wanted it and asked me to bring it to you."

A sudden pang of pain shot through Fu Sichen's heart. She looked down at the hair clip in her hand, remembering the last time she was in his room when she said she couldn't find her hair clips, and Nan-ge said he would give her a stack.

Fu Sichen gritted her teeth. After leaving the hospital, she touched the hair clip in her pocket and couldn't help but dial a number.