“Young Master Fu, the master is currently in a meeting. It’s not convenient for you to enter now…!”
The security guard’s voice grew louder as he approached, clearly unable to stop the intruder.
“Uncle, how could you invite Zhizhi without calling me?” Fu Sili sauntered in with his hands in his pockets, letting out a sigh.
Seeing Fu Sili arrive, Fu Yi stood up without the slightest surprise. “My dear nephew is here. Come, take a seat. I just happened to run into Zhizhi earlier. Someone, bring tea.”
Fu Wanzhi was surprised that Fu Sili had come here, but then she remembered that there were plenty of his spies around her. She didn’t even bother to stand up.
“What did you talk about?” Fu Sili ignored his uncle and looked at her instead.
“Nothing much. Uncle, I’m tired. I’ll be leaving now.” Fu Wanzhi didn’t want to engage with him and stood up to leave.
Fu Yi had already said what he needed to say and didn’t try to stop her. He smiled and said, “Be safe on the road. I’ll have the driver take you.”
He then turned to Fu Sili. “Sili, have a cup of tea before you go.”
Fu Sili gave Yan Yan, who was accompanying him, a meaningful glance, and Yan Yan immediately followed Fu Wanzhi’s steps.
“What’s the matter, Sili? Didn’t you say you had no weaknesses?” Fu Yi noticed his action and chuckled meaningfully.
“She’s my sister. Of course, I have to protect her.” Fu Sili’s tone was neither light nor heavy.
Fu Yi took a sip of tea, dropping the facade of the caring uncle he had put on in front of Fu Wanzhi. “Sister? You’re not blood-related.”
“So what? If you want to use her to threaten me, go ahead. Grandfather is still here. Let’s see who will end up as the head of the Fu family.” Fu Sili curled his lips into a lazy smile.
Fu Yi tightened his grip on the teacup and straightened his posture. “Sili, we are family.”
“Then don’t attend the wedding next week, Uncle.” Fu Sili glanced at him, too lazy to waste any more words.
Watching him leave, Fu Yi sneered. With the election approaching, it was still uncertain who would have the last laugh.
Even if he didn’t touch Fu Wanzhi, someone else would.
Fu Sili walked out and saw Fu Wanzhi standing in front of the car. He couldn’t help but quicken his pace.
“Zhizhi…”
Slap.
Before he could finish, a sharp slap landed on his face. The sound was crisp and loud, startling Yan Yan, who was watching nearby.
Fu Yi’s words still echoed in her ears. Fu Wanzhi’s palm trembled slightly. “Was it you who had someone run over Father?”
Fu Sili touched the side of his face where he had been struck. The slap had been forceful, and his cheek quickly turned red, forming a stark contrast with his fair skin.
Quite strong, he thought, curling his lips without showing any anger. “He told you.”
“Why?” Fu Wanzhi didn’t understand. She knew Fu Yandong’s parenting style, but she also knew that wasn’t a reason for Fu Sili to have someone hit him.
Moreover… Fu Yi had subtly threatened her, saying Grandfather didn’t know about this. If he found out…
Grandfather Fu was an even more terrifying presence than Fu Yandong.
“No reason. He doesn’t deserve to be called a father.” Fu Sili had no intention of explaining.
Fu Wanzhi looked at him—his sharp, gaunt brow bone, his dark and indifferent eyes—nothing like the gentle, comforting person she remembered from childhood.
“So, you did it to seize power.” Fu Wanzhi’s voice was slightly hoarse. This was the implication behind Fu Yi’s words. In the past, she would never have believed it, but now, after eight years, she no longer knew what was true and what was false.
“Yes, I told you before—I want the Fu family.” Fu Sili spoke word by word, admitting it outright.
For the sake of power, he had Fu Yandong hit and turned into a vegetable. Even marriage was for power.
“And besides, didn’t you hate him too? Aren’t you satisfied with him being like this now?” Fu Sili spread his hands, his eyes cold.
Fu Wanzhi laughed. “Fu Sili, everyone says I’m good at pretending, but in truth, you’re the best at it.”
Fu Sili’s eyes flickered, misty and unclear—whether gentle or indifferent—as he spoke lightly, “Pretending? Didn’t I tell you when we were kids, brother would become the head of the Fu family?”
Fu Wanzhi met his gaze directly. “You went after Father, and next is Uncle. Then after that, wouldn’t it be me?”
“Zhizhi, you’re joking. I would never harm you. It’s just that after the wedding, there’s an artists’ exchange in France you need to attend.” Fu Sili shook his head as if hearing a joke, then abruptly changed the subject.
Trying to send her away again…
“Like before, never to return?” Fu Wanzhi remained calm this time.
“It’s just an exchange. You’ll be back in a week,” Fu Sili said.
“Then I’d rather not come back at all.” Fu Wanzhi glanced at him, then turned and opened the car door to get in.
Yan Yan, listening to their conversation nearby, sighed silently. This exchange had left him utterly shaken.