CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 352

At the same time, Fu Youhan, having attended Fu’s shareholders’ meeting today, had been staying in the office, waiting for Jiang Moxi’s response.

But the message seemed to have sunk into the sea; he had been waiting for a long time without any reply from Jiang Moxi. Instead, Chi Jing suddenly pushed open the office door to inform:

"Third Young Master, Mr. Feng Yu has come to visit!"

Fu Youhan’s dark pupils immediately narrowed slightly, his gaze as cold as an icy pool, particularly chilling.

"Feng Yu?"

Fu Youhan had indeed had interactions with Feng Yu, but they were merely acquaintances, not close enough to visit each other at any time.

Thus, Feng Yu...

Coming for Jiang Moxi?

The moment this thought occurred, Fu Youhan’s whole body emitted a deep hostile aura.

Even Chi Jing felt somewhat terrified by Fu Youhan’s chilling aura, hesitating whether or not to go out and turn Feng Yu away.

But before he could take any action, Fu Youhan suddenly said, "Let him come in."

Just as Fu Youhan’s voice fell and Chi Jing nodded to go outside to invite the person in, Feng Yu’s voice immediately sounded.

"Third Master Fu, forgive my abrupt visit." Feng Yu, dressed in a white suit, wore a smile on his handsome face.

His smile at the moment was as pristine as that of a typical gentleman from a noble family, especially with that white suit making him seem untainted by dust.

But Fu Youhan knew what Feng Yu was capable of, so even if Feng Yu was dressed in clean white, it could not mask the stench of blood all over him in front of Fu Youhan.

"Chi Jing, brew some good tea to entertain Mr. Feng." After greeting Feng Yu, Fu Youhan sent Chi Jing out.

Even without Fu Youhan’s command, Chi Jing would have found an excuse to leave.

Because between Fu Youhan and Feng Yu, even though both appeared polite in their speech and demeanor, the air was palpably filled with the smell of gunpowder.

If he did not extricate himself in time, he would likely become an innocent victim amidst the clashing swords.

Chi Jing quickly agreed and then went to make tea.

In the vast office, only Fu Youhan and Feng Yu remained.

Feng Yu casually sat in the chair opposite Fu Youhan, chatting idly with him.

However, Fu Youhan had no interest in these superficial talks and directly asked Feng Yu, "What brings Mr. Feng to me so suddenly, feel free to speak plainly."

Thus, Feng Yu mockingly praised with a smirk, "Third Master Fu is indeed straightforward, and I, Feng Yu, also prefer to deal with straightforward people."

Fu Youhan did not pick up on this compliment, his cold and sharp gaze fixed straight on Feng Yu.

Feng Yu could feel the combative aura in Fu Youhan’s eyes, but as if completely unaware of it, he wickedly asked Fu Youhan, "How much money is needed to buy off your feelings for Xixi?"

Fu Youhan suddenly laughed.

Indeed, he never expected that the clichéd TV drama scenario where a poor girl is dismissed with a check would fall upon him.

Yet he was not without accomplishments; his achievements were far above everyone else’s.

But in Feng Yu’s eyes, he still wasn’t worthy of Jiang Moxi, using such means to humiliate him.

After a light laugh, Fu Youhan once again locked eyes with Feng Yu, his dark pupils clearly filled with a devastating aura.

Instead of answering, he counter-questioned, "Mr. Feng, what was your previous relationship with Xixi?"

He had always been curious about the relationship between Feng Yu and Jiang Moxi, as the two seemed very familiar with each other.

However, Jiang Moxi refused to speak, and those sent to investigate had faced obstructions, with some even seriously injured for it.

This also made Fu Youhan more certain that the relationship between Feng Yu and Jiang Moxi was definitely not ordinary; otherwise, why would it require such a huge effort to prevent anyone from knowing about it?

When asked about this, the depths of Feng Yu’s eyes suddenly gathered a crimson color, which then seemed to calm down as he thought of something, and he then replied to Fu Youhan with a wicked expression: "My ex-girlfriend didn’t tell you about our relationship?"

Ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend?

That is, Jiang Moxi’s first partner?

Fu Youhan had indeed considered this answer before getting a definite response from Feng Yu.

But when he truly received a clear answer from Feng Yu, his heart couldn’t help but swell with jealousy and resentment, almost wanting to destroy everything.

However, in front of Feng Yu, Fu Youhan didn’t show his true emotions at all.

He just slightly curved his lips upwards, with an obvious mocking tone, "So Mr. Feng also acknowledges that your relationship is a thing of the past."

After this remark, Feng Yu’s previously wicked smile diminished considerably, and a clear murderous intent appeared in his narrow eyes.

"It’s just a little misunderstanding between Xixi and me, as long as the misunderstanding is resolved, she will quickly return to my side."

"If that is the case, then Mr. Feng could simply not spend this money and quietly wait for the misunderstanding between you and Xixi to be resolved."

Seeing how impervious Fu Youhan was to persuasion, Feng Yu’s face completely cooled.

"Third Master Fu, considering you are so much older than Xixi, and with your leg disability, when you two are together, people don’t know whether to praise you for being robust in old age or for being resolutely determined amidst impairments."

Fu Youhan responded indifferently as usual, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Feng, you are also of my age."

Watching the coldness in Feng Yu’s eyes being replaced with sternness, Fu Youhan remembered the words Jiang Moxi had used when confronting Si Lin.

His expression also suddenly softened a lot, "As for the leg disability, you see I am still sitting in a wheelchair. Xixi likes me so much; if I didn’t use the wheelchair, who knows what could happen?"

In just a few words, logical and coherent, he made Feng Yu too angry to bother concealing his craziness further in front of him.

"Third Master Fu, you should be aware that there’s never been anyone who could stop me from doing what I desire. Aren’t you afraid that the Fu’s will pay a painful price with such a tough stance?"

But Fu Youhan said, "I currently just hold a nominal position in Fu’s, and only occasionally show my face there. If Fu’s collapses, then I’d have even more leisure time."

"Let’s hope Third Master Fu doesn’t regret it once he loses Fu’s support!"

Feng Yu, convinced that the conversation would yield no results today, left angrily after dropping the harsh words.

Chi Jing happened to bring a pot of tea at the right moment and witnessed Feng Yu leaving in anger, hastily stepping aside.

After Feng Yu left, Fu Youhan quickly took out his phone to call Jiang Moxi, eager to see her and confirm that she completely belonged to him now.

But before he could make the call, Chi Jing suddenly informed him, "Third Master, Wen You had an accident. Both her arms and legs were injured, and she has been taken to Fu’s Private Hospital."

Fu Youhan’s expression changed slightly, and he couldn’t focus on calling Jiang Moxi anymore.

"What happened? Wasn’t she being guarded?"

"Miss Wen evaded her bodyguards and went to the downtown area alone..."

Fu Youhan was aware, with a killer like Wen You, avoiding surveillance was incredibly easy. It was no wonder the bodyguards were ineffectual.

At the moment, all he could do was rush to Fu’s Private Hospital.

When Fu Youhan arrived, Wen You was about to be pushed into the surgery room.

Her whole body was covered in blood, and her face was frighteningly pale due to excessive blood loss.

Fu Youhan went forward to examine Wen You’s wounds, only to see her arm was a bloody mess.

"It’s a gunshot wound, but Miss Wen seems to have removed the bullet herself just now."

Wen You, holding onto Fu Youhan’s hand, said, "I often treat such injuries myself, it’s nothing serious. But my tendons were severed, and I really can’t handle that by myself."

Because Dead Ghost had shot her with his special Plum Blossom Spear, if someone saw the bullet and the wound, all her current disguises would turn utterly meaningless...