Spoiled Sparrow

"Send more people to keep a close eye on He Xunnan."

Chen Yan stood in front of the table and cautiously reported the news from below: "Half an hour ago, He Xunnan's assistant, Han Feng, moved that little girl named Youyou."

Fu Chen closed the stack of documents and said calmly, "I understand. You'll be in charge of following up on the Huashang project these next few days. Arrange for Assistant Zhang to come over here."

Chen Yan looked up in surprise, the question "Why?" stuck in his throat.

These past few times, President Fu asked him to oversee his sister-in-law's work, and he did a terrible job, even hiding it from President Fu. It's only right that he was replaced.

Chen Yan walked out of the president's office dejectedly, looking like a wilted eggplant.

Fu Chen was sitting in his office when a sudden, urgent phone call interrupted his thoughts.

He frowned as he answered the call, waiting for the other person to speak.

"Young Master! Chairman Fu has led his men and stormed into the castle..."

Before he could hang up the phone, Fu Chen rushed out of the company.

*

In the basement, the once spirited man now lies weakly on a hospital bed.

Fu Yancheng can only move his head now.

Lan Yin sat in her wheelchair, her usual cold demeanor replaced by a fierce look.

Aunt Liu pushed the wheelchair closer and closer to the hospital bed. The closer she got, the more panicked Fu Yancheng looked in his eyes.

Lan Yin gritted her teeth and slowly stood up, supporting herself with her hands on the wheelchair.

Over the years, the Fu family thought she was crippled, but she just wanted to become someone useless to the Fu family, so she voluntarily "crippled" her legs and stopped speaking.

Fu Yancheng, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, saw the half-dead woman stand up beside him. He was so frightened that his pupils dilated and his whole face trembled.

Lan Yin's facial muscles tugged at her smile, making her look sinister.

Aunt Liu stood behind her, supporting her body and letting her do whatever she wanted.

Lan Yin lay face down on the hospital bed, her hands gripping his neck, trembling as she cried out, "Fu... Yan, Cheng, tell me, where is he? Where is Changzhou?!"

Using the strength of her upper body, she gripped his neck until Fu Yancheng's face turned purple before reluctantly letting go.

She sat back in her wheelchair, took a nitroglycerin pill, and barely managed to suppress her hatred.

"Fu Yancheng...you didn't expect things to turn out this way, did you?"

Lan Yin looked at the pen in her hand, slowly tightening her grip: "Tell me, as long as...you tell me...where Changzhou is, I'll...let you go, okay?"

Her voice was still so gentle, just like before.

The difference was that the pen she was clutching didn't end up in his hand; instead, it pierced his arm.

"what!"

The man's piercing screams echoed in the basement, but she felt no fear; instead, she finally let out a long breath.

I didn't feel any pain even though my hand was scratched by the pen tip.

Aunt Liu held her hand tenderly and pressed down hard, making the man's screams even louder.

She laughed as she blindfolded her mistress: "Miss, you're not ruthless enough. The torment you've suffered in the Fu family over the years is a hundred times, a thousand times worse than this!"

She remained expressionless, her grip tightening without diminishing.

Just then, the heavy basement door was smashed open from the outside, and the loud noise made Aunt Liu instinctively stand in front of Lan Yin.

As the door slammed shut, a series of hurried, chaotic footsteps followed.

Grandpa Fu, leaning on his cane and surrounded by a group of bodyguards and his longtime associates, stormed in through the crowd, his hair standing on end in anger.

Even after many years, Lan Yin still felt disgusted by his appearance, which showed him as someone who held the power of life and death over the family.

She covered her mouth, suppressing her physical reaction, and the hatred in her eyes was no longer hidden.

"I shouldn't have kept you in the first place!"

Old Master Fu, leaning on his cane, roared, "You wretched woman, do you even respect the Fu family?! Let me tell you, after you die, I will absolutely not let you be buried in the Fu family's ancestral tomb!"

Lan Yin endured the pain: "Ancestral graves? Old man, what era are we living in? Do you think I'm a mother? Do you think I can be driven to death by your rules for disciplining women?"

She thought of her mother-in-law, who had been driven to death in front of her by Old Master Fu and Fu Yancheng, and her heart suddenly ached.

Looking at his son, who was unable to move and could only roar on the sickbed, Old Master Fu could no longer suppress his anger.

"Take Yan Cheng away." His drooping eyes were fixed on the two women in front of the hospital bed. "Beat him to death!"

Aunt Liu looked at the people who came forward and tightly protected Lan Yin behind her.

As the iron rod struck, a sound came from the ground.

Fu Chen practically rushed down and blocked Lan Yin's path.

Soon, his men surrounded the helpers that Old Master Fu had brought.

His voice was urgent, yet icy cold: "Anyone who dares to touch her will be put to the test."

The entire basement fell silent instantly.

Grandpa Fu stared in disbelief at his grandson who was standing in front of Lan Yin, and roared tremblingly, "Fu Chen! You...you...are you trying to drive me to my death?!"

Fu Chen's arms hung limply at his sides, his fingertips slowly tightening: "You know better than I what you did back then!"

The old man's chest heaved with rage, and he pointed at him, trembling all over: "You...you're incredibly disrespectful!"

"Without me, would you be where you are today?! I poured all my resources into raising you as my successor, and this is how you repay me?!"

Fu Chen lowered his eyes slightly, the affection in his eyes fading away, and he lost control, asking the bitter question buried in his heart.

"Have you ever treated me like your grandson even for a moment?"

Did I ever experience fatherly and motherly love?

Did you drive your grandmother to her death?

"You orchestrated the kidnapping, didn't you?"

Old Master Fu roared, "So what!"

Fu Chen laughed at this answer.

absurd.

The pain that had taken root in his heart was uprooted... and he could no longer feel the pain.

Everything around him seemed to float, and his vision gradually blurred.

Overwhelmed with anger, Old Master Fu collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Sir! An ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly!"

"Master, wake up..."

......

Fu Chen knelt down helplessly, his hands supporting him on the ground. A silent tear fell to the ground and quickly evaporated.

*

He propped himself up and walked in a daze to Ruan Qing's room.

Dong Chenye quickly stepped forward to help him up: "What happened? How did you get into this state?"

He sensed something was wrong from the loud commotion outside the castle and had been keeping watch there beforehand.

Fu Chen sat outside, leaning against the wall.

He took out his phone and dialed Assistant Zhang's number.

"All news is being kept under wraps tonight. The official statement is that Chairman Fu is obsessed with health and wellness and will not be making any public appearances."

He then dialed Chen Yan's number: "Immediately notify the public relations team that any news about the Fu family must be reviewed by me first."

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Ruan Qing stood behind the door, her eyes fixed on him.

He didn't want her to see him like this, so he turned and walked towards the bathroom.

The person in front of him suddenly bumped into his arms.