An inexplicable fury mixed with irritation instantly surged through him.
Clenching his teeth, he dialed Lin Qi’s number again, his voice low and icy:
“Find my wife, now! Immediately! Bring her to me!”
After hanging up, Fu Beichen suppressed his agitation and turned to rejoin the crowd.
But after just two steps, he sensed something amiss in the atmosphere on the deck.
The guests, who had been scattered around admiring the fireworks, were now gathering in one direction, buzzing with discussion as if witnessing some major incident.
“What’s going on?”
“It seems Miss Sheng and Actress Jiang are having an argument!”
“Really? At an event like this?”
Fu Beichen’s heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd.
In the center of the crowd, Sheng Weiwei stood facing Jiang Kexin with a face full of rage.
The tension was palpable, thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Slap!
A sharp crack cut through the noise.
Then, with a sweeping gesture, Sheng Weiwei flung dozens of photos into the air like snowflakes, scattering them everywhere.
The photos clearly showed Jiang Kexin and Gu Shaoheng in intimate poses, standing close together, with Jiang Kexin almost pressed against Gu Shaoheng.
Although a discerning eye could tell that many of the photos were taken from tricky angles, suggesting obvious “misalignment,” in the chaotic scene, it was enough to ignite everyone’s gossip instincts.
“Isn’t Actress Jiang Fu Zong’s fiancée? How is she involved with Second Young Master Gu?”
“Today is the Fu family’s event. How dare Jiang Kexin act so boldly?”
The crowd murmured among themselves.
Sheng Weiwei’s voice was sharp and biting, dripping with undisguised anger and contempt, as she said:
“Jiang Kexin, have you no shame? Do you even know what kind of place this is? The Fu family’s anniversary banquet! Do you know your place, daring to lay a hand on my man, Sheng Weiwei?”
Jiang Kexin visibly flustered, hurriedly defended herself:
“Miss Sheng, you’ve misunderstood. Gu Shao and I were just discussing a brand endorsement deal. It’s not what the photos show.”
Sheng Weiwei sneered, stepped forward, and delivered another hard slap—so fierce and loud it left Jiang Kexin stunned.
Five distinct finger marks quickly bloomed on her pale cheek.
“Everyone in Hai City knows Gu Shaoheng is my fiancé. How dare you openly seduce him in front of so many people? Do you think the Sheng family is easy to bully? That you can disregard me, Sheng Weiwei?”
Terrified, Jiang Kexin’s eyes welled up with tears. Covering her face, she shook her head desperately.
“That’s not true! Miss Sheng, let me explain! I have no feelings for Gu Shao!”
She looked around frantically, seeking help, but met only curious, scornful, or gleeful stares.
“We… we were just talking about work! Really!”
In her panic, her words tumbled out incoherently, her voice trembling.
At that moment, she felt utterly defenseless; those photos were like ironclad evidence, nailing her to the pillar of shame.
Suddenly, she rushed over to Gu Shaoheng, grabbing his arm as if clutching her last lifeline.
“Gu Shao, please explain to Miss Sheng! There’s nothing between us! We were just discussing work, right? Say something!”
Gu Shaoheng’s expression was equally grim. Frowning, he shook off Jiang Kexin’s hand, his tone laced with coldness.
“Sheng Weiwei, stop making a scene. There are so many people watching.”
Sheng Weiwei stepped in front of him, raising her striking, furious eyes as she sneered:
“Gu Shaoheng! Even at a time like this, you’re still defending her?”
Gu Shaoheng: “…”
“I never imagined you small-time celebrities would stoop so low, shamelessly seducing brand representatives just for some lousy endorsement? Where’s your professional ethics? Your moral bottom line? Did you throw them to the dogs?”
Every word from Sheng Weiwei felt like a knife, brutally stabbing into Jiang Kexin’s heart and piercing the ears of all the onlookers.
Jiang Kexin completely broke down. Her hair was disheveled, both cheeks swollen and red, tears mixing with humiliation as she stood there in utter disgrace.
At this moment, she had become the target of public criticism. Her agent was nowhere to be found, and her family background wasn’t powerful enough to shield her.
Now she was the most explosive “gossip” at this luxurious party—a live-streamed case of social death.
The surrounding whispers grew louder.
“Tsk tsk, who would’ve thought even an award-winning actress needs to earn money this way…”
“You never really know someone, do you? She’s really going all out for resources.”
“Miss Sheng’s temper is something else—she went straight for the slap!”
“This is getting interesting. I wonder how Young Master Fu will handle this later…”
“Enough!”
A cold voice cut through the noise, carrying an imposing aura that instantly overpowered the commotion.
It was Fu Beichen.
Fu Beichen’s face was dark enough to drip water.
Seeing the chaotic scene before him and Jiang Kexin crying pitifully in extreme distress, his inner fury was palpable.
However, before he could take any further action, an even more authoritative voice rang out.
“Everyone, stop!”
Fu Shihong had approached unnoticed, his expression stern as he calmly scanned the crowd.
The surrounding guests immediately fell silent, not daring to even breathe heavily.
He first nodded slightly to the guests around, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable authority.
“Ladies and gentlemen, my apologies for the unsightly spectacle. A minor misunderstanding has disturbed your enjoyment. I sincerely apologize.”
After speaking, he didn’t even glance at Jiang Kexin, merely signaling to the bodyguards behind him as he said sternly:
“Escort Miss Jiang ashore.”
“Yes, Chairman!”
Two black-suited bodyguards immediately stepped forward and, ignoring Jiang Kexin’s struggles and cries, half-forced her away from the scene.
“I’m not leaving! Let me go! Beichen! Save me! I didn’t…”
Jiang Kexin’s voice faded into the distance, eventually disappearing from the crowd’s sight.
Fu Shihong turned to face the crowd again, his composed smile restored as if nothing had happened.
“Just a minor interruption, everyone. Please continue—the fireworks haven’t finished yet.”
Although Fu Shihong had handled the situation swiftly and decisively, it was clear this storm wouldn’t simply blow over.
Everyone was whispering about the explosive scene they’d just witnessed, speculating about the details and what would follow.
“Beichen, help me back to the lounge.”
Fu Shihong’s words were clearly meant to prevent Fu Beichen from having any chance to chase after Jiang Kexin.
Fu Beichen clenched his fists, the veins on his hands visibly bulging.
But he still stepped forward to support his grandfather as they walked toward the ship’s cabin.
Suddenly, he staggered, feeling slightly dizzy and weak, as if he were drunk.
“What’s wrong?”
Fu Shihong noticed his unusual state!
It seemed he had still been tricked by that woman. Fortunately, he had been foresighted.
“It’s nothing, Grandfather,” Fu Beichen forced out the words with effort.
Just then, Lin Qi came over and quickly reached out to support his boss.
Fu Shihong glanced at him and said authoritatively, “Take the young master to the V8 cabin to rest. Have the young mistress look after him.”
“Yes.”