Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

When Jiang Yi heard the news, the smile on his lips spread. Sure enough, there was someone inside.

And this mole was still the person she trusted the most back then.

"Find him, don't alert him, send people to keep an eye on him, don't let him die."

If Yuan Hai is alive, he will definitely be a key witness.

Jiang Yi's eyes darkened slightly: "Dump Si Han, don't let him be with you."

"Hmm?" Qian Xingzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and this word of grace represented everything.

"He is not my person, don't let him get involved in key matters."

Qian Xingzhi took his mobile phone and understood.

He thought Si Han was Jiang Yi's man. After all, he had seriously thought about how Jiang Yi could find such an idiot by his side.

Jiang Yi put away the phone and turned around to see that Fu Xiting hadn't left yet.

He tilted his head, a little confused.

Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to hug her, lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose: "What's wrong?"

"Yuan Hai is not dead, do you know?" Jiang Yi's clear eyes fell on Fu Xiting with a hint of probing.

After all, Fu Xiting was the beneficiary of the whole thing.

The probing look in Jiang Yi's eyes penetrated into Fu Xiting's heart. The look of distrust and suspicion was really hurtful. If it were normal, Fu Xiting would not have too many explanations about Jiang Yi's temperament, but today,

Probably cherishing this hard-won opportunity, Fu Xiting put his arms around Jiang Yi's waist and began to explain everything exactly, even though he had already explained it before.

He said: "I had no idea what their plan was from the beginning, who they were looking for, and what they were doing. I never had any involvement in it."

"Do you believe me?"

From the beginning, Zhao Zhen and others hoped that Fu Xiting would be noble and let them go. If they wanted to get anything from him, they would have to give something in exchange.

Fu Xiting, as for Fu Xiting, has always looked down on these old people, so naturally he would not ask for anything.

Do you believe it?

You should believe it.

It's just that the emotion I just felt was a little overwhelming.

Jiang Yi touched Fu Xiting's lower back with his palm and gently comforted him: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it."

Fu Xiting stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and kissed her hair.

After all, there is a gap, but the two of them are slowly eliminating the gap.

It's just a process, he thought.

One day they will be the people who trust each other the most.

"Yuan Hai is still alive? What are you going to do next?"

"Make sure first, as long as Lin Qinghe is still there, everything will still have a chance." It is still impossible not to owe her. If Zhao Zhen dies, Lin Qinghe and Lin Han will also have to pay the price.

"If you need help, tell me."

"good."

At noon that day, a dark blue Mercedes-Benz parked at the gate of the manor.

She reached out and rang the doorbell, but no one answered the door for a long time.

It was completely different from the feeling when I arrived a few days ago. Shiyue stood at the door holding a sun umbrella and felt confused.

His fingertips landed on the doorbell again.

Still no one opened the door.

Just as she was about to leave, a gatekeeper came out from behind, saw Shiyue, and looked him up and down: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mrs. Fu."

"Mrs. Fu doesn't live here anymore."

"Don't live here anymore?" Shiyue was surprised. This was the old residence of the Fu family, the only property left by Fu Xiting's father. Meng Shu almost forced her to die here in order to continue living here.

If it weren't for Meng Shu's persistence, Fu Xiting would have wanted to tear down the place and rebuild it.

Meng Shu once threatened to die here, so how could she move out so easily?

Shi Yue doesn’t believe it,

She bent over and asked the uncle: "Did something happen?"

When the uncle heard her asking, his eyes were obviously a little defensive: "I'm just a janitor, I don't know about other things. If the young lady knows Mrs. Fu, can you give me a call?"

Shiyue looked at the uncle, knowing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he didn't worry about it.

He said thank you and left.

Only a few elders of the Fu family knew about the existence of Shiyue. The first thing Fu Xiting decided after gaining power was to dismiss all the servants from the Fu family's old house. The reason why Wen Qi was left behind was

It's because Fu Xiting needs someone to look after Meng Shu, and she is the most suitable candidate.

As for the rest of the people, it works the same way.

After Shiyue left, the servants in the Fu family's old house had changed.

It's really not easy to find any traces, but it's not easy but it's not impossible.

Shiyue got in the car, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number she remembered.

After picking up the call, I was stunned for a moment when I heard Shiyue's voice.

"Miss Shi?"

"It's me."

Half an hour later, in a cafe in the central city.

Shiyue looked at the girl sitting in front of her, her formerly youthful face now stained with a hint of tiredness that only a woman would have.

"Long time no contact, are you okay?" Shiyue's soft voice sounded, and the girl held her lips.

The response was pretty good.

"Where is the family? Are they okay?"

"Shortly after you gave me that money, my father died of cancer, and he still couldn't be saved." Sheng Qing was a servant of the Fu family back then, and because she and Shiyue were similar in age, they got along well with each other.

When something happened at home, she was extremely anxious. Fortunately, Shiyue relieved her urgent need at that time. She always remembers this kindness.

"Does Mr. Fu know that you are back?" Sheng Qing was worried about Shiyue's safety.

Shiyue held her coffee and nodded slowly: "I've already seen it."

"That----."

"It's okay so far," Shiyue reassured her, but thinking about the purpose of her visit, Anshen said, "But I've been away for too long, and I'm not sure what happened in the capital recently."

Hearing this, Sheng Qing sighed: "Mr. Fu has always been very demanding about his private life, and few people outside talk about it. I only occasionally heard people talk about Mr. Fu and his newlywed wife."

"There are rumors from the outside that Mr. Fu loves his newlywed wife very much. When the new wife was sick, Mr. Fu took care of her. Occasionally, the media photographed the two of them traveling hand in hand, and Mr. Fu was very protective of the new wife when he was away.

The media is talking nonsense."

Shiyue's hand holding the cup tightened, and all she could think of was the figure of that woman.

She does have a sense of fearlessness, probably because of Fu Xiting's favor, so she doesn't need to pretend to be reserved in front of outsiders.

Just be yourself and be who you are.

This is the courage Fu Xiting gave her.

It was something she had never gotten.

This man will try his best to protect his own people, and he has done so since he was a child.

Seeing that Shiyue's expression was a little lonely, Sheng Qing called out cautiously.

Shiyue turned around fiercely, held her lips together, and smiled faintly: "You say it, I'll listen."

"Besides these, do you know anything else? For example, where did Mr. Fu set up a house for his wife?"

Sheng Qing shook his head: "I don't know, after that incident, Mr. Fu drove everyone out of the Fu family."

After all, it can be regarded as a family scandal. If the Fu family's family scandal is caught in the hands of outsiders, it would be really embarrassing to talk about it.

Sheng Qing thought about the turmoil when Mr. Fu appeared at the Fu family's old house covered in blood. At that time, Meng Shu had just returned from the hospital after giving birth. She was holding her child and enjoying the joy of motherhood, but she didn't want to be choked by someone in an instant.

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The man stared at Meng Shu with scarlet eyes, as if he wanted to eat her flesh and blood. He glanced at the baby beside him and said in a hoarse voice that was almost bleeding: "Is this why you want to kill me?"

A few days after giving birth, Meng Shu was so weak that she could not withstand Fu Xiting's torture. She struggled to free her neck from Fu Xiting's hands, but Fu Xiting grabbed her and threw her on the bed with a bang.

The baby was frightened and woke up, and the loud crying could be heard in the bedroom.

"I fought hard to kill the enemy at the front to protect the Fu family's property. I almost lost my life after snatching food from the tiger's mouth several times, but you went behind my back and got together with a housekeeper, and gave my itinerary plan to the enemy for such a bastard?

Are you happy? Are you prepared for me to die outside today so that I can take this newborn baby and your so-called loved one to enjoy the Fu family's tens of millions of wealth, right?"

Meng Shu was horrified and ignored the pain in her body. She looked at Fu Xiting and started to argue: "What are you talking about?"

"What did I say? Shibo and his men almost killed me. Your wild man stabbed your own son with a knife. Do you want me to explain more clearly?"

Meng Shu was horrified, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible, he said he just wanted to talk to you about something." At this moment, Meng Shu was still defending him.

That day, Fu Xiting was covered in blood. The first thing he did when he returned to the Fu family was to settle the score with Meng Shu.

She said she didn't believe it, it was impossible, but Fu Xiting had many ways to make her believe it.

That day, Fang Chi threw the man in front of Meng Shu. The man's feet were chopped off, and he was wailing, struggling, and twisting on the ground.

Looking at Fu Xiting, he was full of swear words, roars and roars one after another, and the whole room was surrounded by cries and curses.

Fu Xiting pressed Meng Shu's head to let her see clearly who was lying on the ground.

Meng Shu, who was just a few days after giving birth, struggled to remember, but Fu Xiting pressed her down and asked her fiercely: "I don't ask you to be a widow for my father, and I support you in finding someone to live with, but you should never, absolutely shouldn't, no.

It’s time for someone to take my life.”

"Sheng Qing, can you contact Wen Qi for me?"

Shiyue's words interrupted Sheng Qing's memories.

"I don't have Wenqi's contact information," she said.

"No?" Shiyue was a little surprised, seemingly dissatisfied with this.

Sheng Qing shook his head and said again: "No."

"Can you help me think of a solution? I want to see Wenqi."

"Mr. Fu, I really don't dare." How dare Sheng Qing? She still vividly remembers the scene where Fu Xiting killed Shiyue's father in front of Meng Shu.

And she really couldn't understand how anyone could want to return to the enemy who killed her father.

No matter where love is placed, Fu Xiting is always Shiyue's father-killing enemy.

This no indeed made Shiyue's face darken a bit.

On Monday, Jiang Yi returned to the company.

Maybe it's because the scale is small, or maybe it's because the atmosphere is good, but Jiang didn't show up, so all the work is still being carried out in an orderly manner.

But this morning, as soon as she entered, she saw someone sitting on the sofa in the hall.

The other party, obviously looking like he was waiting for her, hurriedly stood up from the sofa when he saw her coming.

Shiyue was wearing a light-colored suit that day, with her long hair hanging casually on the back of her head. No matter how you looked at it, she looked like a beautiful woman with a temperament.

"Miss Shi?" Jiang Yi said in a slightly raised tone, as if she didn't expect to see Shi Yue here.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, I hit your car a few days ago, but you haven't contacted me. I was a little worried, so I went to the police station to adjust the surveillance camera and took a picture."

Jiang Yi frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand Shiyue's behavior.

It stands to reason that a car crash is not a matter of honoring one's ancestors. Most people don't need her to apologize if they bump into someone. She might just leave happily, but she still needs to come to her door in person?

Jiang Yi's eyes were somewhat guarded, but she was not polite as she stared at Shiyue. Instead, she responded lightly: "No, I don't take it to heart. Miss Shi doesn't need to make a trip."

"But, I feel that my conscience can't bear it," Shiyue responded with some embarrassment.

Jiang Yi tried to detect something from this man's face, but to no avail.

"In this case, Sirui, you can handle it. It's not a big deal. There's no need to waste time on it."

Jiang Yi didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing, so he called Wen Sirui to leave.

At the same time, she got up early and came all the way over. She originally expected to go back to Jiang Yi, but she didn't expect that Jiang Yi directly pushed her to his secretary.

Something was surging in Shiyue's heart. She felt that Jiang Yi was so arrogant at this moment just because Fu Xiting was supporting her behind her back. Without Fu Xiting, who would she be?

As an unpopular daughter from a wealthy family, the only way in this life is to become the target of marriage and the victim of the family. At this moment, it is because of Fu Xiting that Jiang Yi's aloof and disdainful look is so obvious.

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"Miss Shi," Wen Sirui called Shi Yue.

"Mr. Jiang is very busy today, I'm here to talk to you about the compensation," Wen Sirui boasted that he was polite and appropriate in what he said, but for some reason, Miss Shi's face suddenly darkened.

It's just black, and she was staring at Jiang Yi's back as if she wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Miss Shi!" Wen Sirui shouted again.

Shiyue finally came back to her senses and said sorry.

After a while, Shiyue left. When Wen Sirui went upstairs, he saw Jiang Yi standing next to the printer taking out the printed documents.

"I think that Miss Shi is quite strange."

Wen Sirui expressed his doubts.

Let’s talk about compensation?

No, no, no, when Jiang Yi was there, she was a little entangled, but when she was replaced, she almost cut the knot quickly.

Jiang Yi glanced at her, as if he didn't want to get too entangled in this kind of thing, and handed the thing in his hand to her: "Take the document and make two copies, one for Wailing, and one for yourself."

What Jiang Yi didn't know was that the woman she didn't care about today would become a thorn in her heart for a long time to come.

It suddenly became a thorn in the sweet life between her and Fu Xiting. It didn't hurt, but it was disgusting.