With such a powerful explosion, if Fu Moyan hadn’t shielded her immediately, the child in Nan Sheng’s womb would certainly not have survived.
Hearing this, even someone as cold and unfeeling as Second Master Fu felt somewhat conflicted, his gaze toward Nan Sheng growing increasingly profound and inscrutable.
Old Madam Fu didn’t see it that way. “That was his duty!”
She was just that unreasonably partial to her granddaughter-in-law!
Knowing the old woman was stubborn by nature, Nan Sheng didn’t press the explanation.
Yet in her heart, she understood clearly.
What was considered duty? What wasn’t?
If protecting her was Fu Moyan’s duty, then protecting him… was equally her duty.
The world wasn’t filled with so many things taken for granted.
After lecturing her grandson, Old Madam Fu thoughtfully inquired after Nan Sheng’s wellbeing.
Being cared for so meticulously by an elder was something Nan Sheng had never experienced in her life.
Since marrying Fu Moyan, she had encountered this twice within the Fu family.
Perhaps it was time to revise her previous mindset.
Even if she couldn’t get along harmoniously with Fu Moyan, she should try her best not to break these two elderly hearts.
Being advanced in years, the old lady grew tired after only a short while at the hospital.
Clutching the evidence Fu Moyan had uncovered, she left in a huff, already planning how to thoroughly berate Old Man Lu over the phone.
After the old madam’s departure, only Nan Sheng and Fu Moyan remained in the hospital room.
The undercurrents that existed before the car accident had vanished between them, yet their relationship hadn’t improved enough for warm smiles.
Fu Moyan sat briefly in the room before coldly stating, “Focus on recovering,” and left.
Nan Sheng’s assistant Qin Dai had also been in the car, sustaining minor injuries, so now a nurse attended to her.
Once Fu Moyan left, Nan Sheng called the Nan Family.
The Lu Family… had grown too arrogant!
Because of this incident, Nan Sheng and Fu Moyan’s trip abroad to visit Chen Lei would have to be postponed.
Nan Sheng looked down at her heavily bandaged hand, resembling a silkworm cocoon. “Who knows how long it’ll take to recover.”
Could Chen Lei wait that long?
This time, Nan Sheng didn’t inform Chen Lei of her plans in advance.
Alone in her hospital room, she contemplated how to handle her relationship with the Fu family moving forward.
Should she directly state her intentions and discuss cooperation with the Fu family?
Or should she secretly win over every member of the Fu family and borrow their power for her own use?
As the Third Young Miss of the Nan Family, she would choose the second option, but as the Fu Matriarch, the first seemed most appropriate.
…
“Second Brother, all the people have been contained!” Song Siyun emerged from his convertible sports car, casually smoothing his slightly disheveled hair.
During the accident, Xiao Yun in the passenger seat had been most severely injured and had just emerged from emergency care.
Song Siyun had taken over investigating the Lu Family for Fu Moyan.
He opened the car door as Fu Moyan loosened his shirt collar and got in.
Fu Moyan’s aura was terrifyingly cold, his perfectly sculpted features shrouded in grim severity and menace.
“Let’s go see them!”
His voice was low and icy, each word seeming to strike directly at one’s heart, making even Song Siyun become more serious.
Taking the driver’s seat, Song Siyun stepped on the accelerator. “Second Brother, how do you plan to deal with those audacious dogs from the Lu Family?”
Song Siyun didn’t know the full story behind the car accident, only that his Second Brother had been targeted in a deliberate crash that nearly cost him his life.
Naturally, he intended to deal with the Lu Family as harshly as possible.
“Who does the Lu Family have in Shen City?”
Song Siyun responded briskly, “Among the grandchildren are the Lu family’s Sixth and Seventh Young Masters. The Old Master’s youngest daughter and adopted daughter are also present.”
“Invite them all to visit the hospital.”
Visit the hospital?
What kind of bizarre request was that?
Though puzzled, Song Siyun didn’t question further. “No problem!”
Fu Moyan’s thumb gently stroked his cuff, his dark eyes brewing a dangerous storm. “Who masterminded the car accident?”
Song Siyun, intimidated by his aura, replied cautiously, “It was Second Young Master Lu Zhi, the eldest grandson of the Old Master’s second concubine.”
“The Old Master is getting on in years. Among his grandsons, the most accomplished are the Lu family’s Second and Thirteenth Young Masters. The eldest grandson lacks talent, and the Thirteenth Young Master Lu Ming was recently sent to a mental hospital by the Nan family. That leaves only the Second Young Master in contention. Perhaps he wanted to make a splash to show the Old Master his capabilities?”
The Lu family was prolific.
The Old Master alone had three concubines and six sons. His sons were no less active, averaging one wife and two mistresses each.
There were nineteen male grandchildren in total, with the eldest and youngest separated by forty years in age.
If he didn’t explain carefully, Song Siyun feared Fu Moyan wouldn’t keep them straight.
“Lu Zhi?” Fu Moyan let out a cold, mocking laugh, his expression chillingly detached.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Song Siyun ventured, “Second Brother, why would the Lu family target you? There haven’t been any business dealings between the Fu and Lu families recently.”
Fu Moyan lifted his eyelids, giving him a frosty glance. “You want to know?”
A cold draft seemed to brush Song Siyun’s neck. He shivered, his survival instincts kicking in instantly.
“No! I’m not interested!”
A moment later, he grinned cheekily again. “I’m just curious. Who’d be foolish enough to move against you in Shen City? Either they’re ignorant and fearless, or they’ve got the guts of a mad dog!”
Even Fu Moyan’s deadliest enemies wouldn’t be stupid enough to strike in Shen City.
Song Siyun glanced at the rearview mirror, hoping to read something from Fu Moyan’s expression.
Instead, he met Fu Moyan’s icy gaze directly.
Song Siyun: “…”
The car suddenly accelerated, speeding away in an instant.
Half an hour later, at an abandoned factory.
As they stepped out, guards stationed at the factory shouted in unison, “Second Master!”
Song Siyun led the way. “Lu Zhi didn’t come personally. The one who hired the attackers was his mistress’s brother.”
“This cheap brother-in-law of Lu Zhi’s is both stupid and greedy. Lu Zhi transferred him five million, but he embezzled four million himself. He used five hundred thousand to hire thugs, another five hundred thousand to acquire explosives, and was so careless that he left traces everywhere. One investigation was all it took to expose him.”
The car accident itself wasn’t particularly severe, thanks to Nan Sheng and Qin Dai’s quick reactions—they both managed to get out of the car immediately.
The real danger came from the explosion that followed.
The blast not only injured those in the vehicle but also caused significant harm to bystanders.
No matter where it occurred, this would be considered a major public safety incident.
Even if Fu Moyan didn’t pursue the Lu family, the authorities wouldn’t let them off.
Reaching the third floor, Fu Moyan scanned the area, his gaze settling on an obese man in the corner.
“Why is he here?” Fu Moyan’s eyes were frigid.
“Oh, the accident caused quite a stir and alerted the authorities. This guy tried to flee overnight with the money, but we intercepted him.”
The bodyguard, perceptive to the mood, dragged the obese man forward.
Song Siyun looked at Fu Moyan. “Second Brother, how should we deal with this man?”
A murderous intent lurked beneath his casual tone.
The obese man had already been taught a lesson, his face bruised and swollen as he begged for mercy. “Second Master, I was wrong! I truly was wrong! I didn’t expect you to be in the car too—I was just following orders.”
Song Siyun grinned with a roguish smile. “Following orders? Just how much courage did your cheap brother-in-law lend you to dare lay hands on my Second Brother?”