"Fu Jingshu, I am your father!" Fu Tingyi never imagined he would be so ruthless and could only resort to the so-called familial affection card.
"Do you feel no guilt saying that?"
Fu Jingshu retorted.
Fu Tingyi certainly felt guilty. In fact, he felt flustered even as he spoke. He had never paid much attention to Fu Jingshu before and lacked the standing or right to speak of family ties.
This card was too weak.
Fu Jingshu raised an eyebrow at him, "It seems you realize that yourself. Then shut up. If you have anything to say, say it to the police at the station."
He waved his hand, and the police dragged Fu Tingyi away.
Perhaps sensing he was in dire straits, Fu Tingyi did not struggle. His gaze was fixed intently on Fu Jingshu.
"Don't be too smug. I'll tell you one thing: the tables will turn. You are triumphant today, but tomorrow will be my turn. We'll just have to wait and see."
Fu Jingshu's eyes darkened.
After Fu Tingyi was taken away and Fu Jingshu had disbanded the meeting, he returned to his office. Suddenly recalling something, he turned and instructed Lin Mo.
"Go and have someone keep an eye on Fu Tingyi."
"You're worried that..."
"His temperament... I fear he won't give up easily."
Lin Mo immediately understood Master Fu's meaning and quickly found a reliable person to handle it.
With company matters settled, Fu Jingshu drove home and informed his wife of the incident. Shen Qingqing was also very pleased to hear it.
"That's good. He definitely won't be able to make a comeback easily now."
Fu Jingshu's eyes twinkled with a smile, "Once this is over, shall we take our family to West Sea for a vacation, alright?"
There had been too much going on lately. The children, they, had all been through too much and urgently needed to go to a scenic place to relax and recuperate.
"Okay."
Shen Qingqing agreed without hesitation, but then she seemed hesitant to speak further.
Fu Jingshu asked, "What is it?"
Shen Qingqing sighed, "Although Fu Tingyi has been sent to the police station, we still haven't found the person behind him. I'm not sure if that person will make a move."
Fu Jingshu's eyes flickered, and he didn't answer.
Shen Qingqing said softly, "If that person intends to protect Fu Tingyi, then it's highly likely that this time it will still be..."
Fu Jingshu pulled her into his arms, carefully avoiding her arm, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I've already sent someone to keep an eye on Fu Tingyi."
He then saw his wife's eyes light up.
He chuckled softly and said, "As long as that person dares to act or reveal himself, we will immediately know his identity."
Shen Qingqing gave him a thumbs-up.
"Your move is brilliant!"
Fu Jingshu's voice was low and resonant, "I just feel that Fu Tingyi's nature is such that he won't easily admit defeat."
Therefore, he could not let his guard down just because Fu Tingyi had failed for the moment. The truth was, this man was like a cockroach that couldn't be killed; as long as he wasn't completely destroyed, he could start all over again.
Shen Qingqing agreed with this sentiment, "I think so too."
While they were affectionate and sweet, Fu Tingyi was not faring so well.
He was taken to the police station and detained. The environment here was naturally inferior to his villa and his comfortable, expensive bed at home.
He had never suffered such hardship in his life.
This was the first time.
He found it somewhat unbearable.
But there was nothing he could do. The police weren't there to let him enjoy life; naturally, he would be treated like any other inmate.
Three days passed like this. Fu Tingyi suddenly saw a familiar face from within the sunless prison.
"You can come out now."
It was the same police officer who had apprehended him that day.
Fu Tingyi's eyes widened, "I can go out?"
"Yes."
The officer unlocked the door and glanced at him askance.
Fu Tingyi, fearing the officer would change his mind, quickly ran out. His hands were still cuffed, and only after reaching the outside were his hands freed.
He looked at his hands and couldn't help but swallow.
The taste of freedom, long missed.
Once outside the prison, Fu Tingyi saw a familiar face – one of his subordinates. He quickly went over, and the subordinate led him to a car, handing him a set of new clothes.
"Please change into these."
Fu Tingyi changed without a word. He had been wearing the same suit from three days ago when he was brought in.
He felt this suit was unlucky.
"Stop by the roadside trash can later. I want to throw these clothes away; they're too inauspicious."
The subordinate was very accommodating and indeed stopped by a trash can.
Fu Tingyi threw away the clothes and then got back into the car, asking, "Did Miss Ai send you?"
"Indeed."
Fu Tingyi suddenly felt something was amiss. "That day something happened, why couldn't I contact you?"
He had called this subordinate many times, but none of them were answered, forcing him to handle the car accident himself and thus delaying his search for help.
The subordinate smiled slightly, remaining silent.
Fu Tingyi looked at him and suddenly thought of something, his face changing. "Are you Miss Ai's person?"
The subordinate placed one hand on the steering wheel and glanced at Fu Tingyi in the rearview mirror. "You only just realized that."
His tone was calm, but the content of his words was filled with mockery.
Fu Tingyi was furious.
"I suggest you better keep quiet. After all, your current freedom was secured by Miss Ai. If you don't cherish it, Miss Ai might just take it back."
The subordinate said this before Fu Tingyi could explode, successfully stifling his words.
Fu Tingyi forcefully suppressed his anger, feeling uncomfortable all over, his chest aching.
When the car stopped, he got out and saw the familiar villa before him. He felt incredibly stifled. This villa had originally belonged to him.
But after being taken to prison, all his assets were liquidated, and he was left with nothing.
Yet this villa still stood. He knew then that this villa was no longer his.
As he entered, he saw Miss Ai sitting on the sofa, holding a small cake, eating it with relish with a small fork in her right hand.
Fu Tingyi became angry at the sight and strode in heavily.
"What are you doing?"
Miss Ai turned to look at him, quite puzzled. "Can't you see?"
Did he even need to ask?
She was eating cake!
Fu Tingyi took a deep breath. "Of course, I can see. I was locked up in prison, and you're here enjoying cake. Aren't you living a bit too comfortably?"
His words were gritted, clearly showing his intense hatred.
Miss Ai put down the cake and sighed. "You know, you can't beat others, so you take it out on me. Is that fair? Can't I even eat a cake?"
As she spoke, the smile on her face gradually faded.
"Don't forget, I'm the one who got you out."
Fu Tingyi faltered. Thinking of his current predicament and his reliance on Miss Ai, he immediately dared not cause trouble and could only suppress all his anger.
"Alright, I'll listen to you."
He sat on the sofa, his face sullen, and remained silent.