Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1537: Settling Old Score

The office building of Fu Group is like a silent giant beast in the night, exuding coldness and majesty.

Fu Yanchen stayed in the company and didn't dare go back to face Xu Xiaoxiao. The office was filled with smoke, and the rising smoke seemed to be the embodiment of the entanglement and pain in his heart.

He smoked one cigarette after another, the cigarette between his fingers flickering, just like his erratic thoughts at the moment.

With every puff of his cigarette, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and his furrowed brows seemed like a lock that could not be unlocked.

His mind was full of how to tell Xu Xiaoxiao the news that her grandmother had passed away. When he thought of Xu Xiaoxiao's frail body and the possibility that she would collapse from the blow, his heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

The words that the old lady had said to him in the ICU kept echoing in his ears.

"Yan Chen, after grandma passes away, you must take good care of Xiaoxiao and don't let her suffer any grievances..."

The kind yet worried voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart again and again.

He knew the responsibilities he shouldered, and was afraid that his negligence would cause Xu Xiaoxiao to suffer.

The old lady was such a good person,,, but she was...

Suddenly, he seemed to have made up his mind, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He took out his cell phone, slid his finger quickly across the screen, and dialed Lin Nuo's number.

Lin Nuo's calm voice soon came from the other end of the phone: "Boss Fu, what are your instructions?"

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Lin Nuo, go do something."

"Mr. Fu, please give your orders."

"Go and bring Charles and his wife to the Fu Group, now, immediately, right now."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanchen leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.

The chaotic thoughts are like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, totally out of control.

He kept rehearsing in his mind what might happen next and how he would respond.

Lin Nuo's movements were as fast as lightning, which was amazing.

Just half an hour later, everything was fine. The office door was gently pushed open by an invisible force without making a sound.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Nuo appeared at the door. His steps were light and steady, as if he was stepping on clouds.

Behind him, followed by Charles and his wife

Charles is a very shrewd man! After all, he has experienced so much and is quite knowledgeable.

Moreover, he was severely punished by Fu Yanchen last time, which really left a deep impression on him!

So this time, when he saw Fu Yanchen's face, his heart skipped a beat and he immediately realized that something must be wrong. His eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and doubt.

However, Wen Kerou seemed to be completely unaffected. Her state of mind was like a calm lake, without a single ripple.

Her eyes were attracted by the grandeur of the Fu Group Building, and she seemed to have forgotten everything around her.

Wen Kerou looked up at the towering building with great interest, her face filled with amazement and admiration.

She couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, this building is so spectacular!"

There was an unconcealable excitement in her voice, as if the building was one of the most impressive structures she had ever seen.

Wen Kerou then turned her attention to the interior decoration and layout of the Fu Group Building.

She walked into Mr. Fu's office, looked around, and was shocked by its luxurious decoration and spacious space.

She couldn't help but exclaim again: "Boss Fu, your office is so grand!"

Charles stood there, a barely perceptible nervousness flashing in his eyes. He gently pulled the sleeve of Wen Kerou beside him.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, or as if he was silently sending some signal that only the two of them could understand, telling her not to look around and avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Wen Kerou was originally looking around curiously, but when Charles pulled her back, she came to her senses. A trace of unnaturalness flashed across her face, and she obediently looked away.

At this time, Fu Yanchen walked over with a steady and slightly angry pace, exuding a chilling aura around him.

Upon seeing this, Charles immediately put on a smile on his face. That smile was like a flower blooming in spring, seemingly brilliant, but with a bit of deliberateness and flattery.

He bent down slightly and said with a smile, "Mr. Fu, what do you want to talk to us about?"

The voice was so soft as if afraid of disturbing the balance in the air.

When Fu Yanchen heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, but it was not a friendly smile, but a cold laugh. The laugh was like the cold wind in the cold night, going straight into people's hearts, making people shiver uncontrollably.

His eyes were like burning flames, staring at Charles intently, as if trying to see through his appearance to his true thoughts.

His voice was cold and low, with a chilling chill, and he said slowly: "Haha, Charles, don't you know how grandma fell ill? Aren't you asking questions even though you already know the answer?"

The words were like cold arrows, rushing towards Charles at lightning speed. Every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing Charles' heart fiercely.

When Wen Kerou heard this, her whole body stiffened suddenly, as if she had been cast under a spell.

A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she touched her nose guiltily. The movement was a little awkward, as if this could cover up the secret in her heart.

When Charles heard Fu Yanchen's question, the smile on his face froze instantly, replaced by a look of confusion and helplessness.

His brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character, as if there were endless worries and troubles in his heart.

Fu Yanchen's words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart straight and causing him to feel a sharp pain.

He stared at Fu Yanchen with wide eyes in disbelief, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Mr. Fu, I really don't understand why you say that. Your groundless accusations are really hard to accept."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then continued to explain, "Look at the weather. One moment it's sunny, the next it's snowing. It's so unpredictable that it's easy to catch a cold. The old lady is old, so her body's resistance is naturally not as good as that of young people. It's normal for her to catch a cold."

"Really?" Fu Yanchen sneered and sat in his boss chair.

"That's true. I'm usually busy with work and really don't have time to take care of the old lady's health. She never told me anything. She coughed occasionally, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I just gave her some medicine. After all, people get older and have some minor health problems, so I didn't take it too seriously. Besides, she has a mouth, so if it was serious, shouldn't she tell me?"

"However, what was unexpected was that her condition was so serious that she suddenly collapsed to the ground! This sudden scene terrified me and I was completely at a loss. I never thought that her condition would be so serious that she would suddenly faint."

"It was only then that I realized, as if waking from a dream, that the old lady's condition might be much more serious than I had previously imagined. I was extremely anxious and quickly reached out to touch her forehead, only to find that it was terribly hot, as if it could burn my fingers."

"The situation was urgent, so I didn't dare delay even a moment and immediately decided to send her to the hospital. Along the way, I felt extremely heavy-hearted, with all sorts of terrible thoughts constantly flashing through my mind. I just hope the doctor can quickly diagnose the cause of the old lady's illness and give her effective treatment so she can recover soon."

"But when I got to the hospital, the doctor said I needed surgery. I didn't have that much money, so I called you."

"Hehe, with you and Xiaoxiao helping to look after the old lady, she will definitely receive better treatment and care. This is like timely help to her! Moreover, with money, many things can be easily solved and things will go more smoothly. The old lady's illness will definitely get better slowly. I am full of confidence in this!"

Fu Yanchen's sneer was like a sharp dagger, instantly cutting through the already extremely tense atmosphere in the room.

The disdain and anger hidden in the laughter seemed to completely devour the two people in front of him.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring coldly at Charles and Wen Kerou, which scared the two of them. Fu Yanchen suddenly threw the death notice in his hand away.

The notice drew a cold arc in the air, like the verdict of the god of death, with irresistible force, and fell in front of them with a "bang".

"Mr. Fu, what is this? A check?" Charles looked excited.

"A check... Haha, take a good look at what it is. It's a death certificate. The person is dead, reduced to ashes. How can he get better? Charles, speak honestly. Are you worthy of your aunt?"

Fu Yanchen's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting the two men's hearts hard, causing their hearts to shrink suddenly.

Charles was like being struck by a bolt from the blue. He was stunned for a moment, as if he had been struck by lightning.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, as if being grabbed by an invisible force.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. He stood there blankly, his eyes empty and confused, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body.

After a long time, he finally woke up as if from a terrible nightmare. His legs went limp and he squatted down heavily.

His hands were shaking violently, like two out-of-control butterflies, and he finally managed to hold the death notice in his hands.

His fingers turned white from the force, and his nails dug deep into the paper, as if he wanted to tear it into pieces.

"No... That's not the case! Mr. Fu, how could you say such nonsense? My mother was clearly fine yesterday! Didn't you see it with your own eyes when you went to visit her? She was still able to talk to people at that time! How could it be possible... How could it be possible that she suddenly... just died like this? This is absolutely impossible! My mother has always been in good health. This time it was just because of a fever that triggered some symptoms. How could she leave me like this? You must be lying to me, right? You are lying..."

His voice grew louder and louder, almost turning into a roar in the end, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all his sorrow and doubts.

Wen Kerou was frightened by Charles' roar and took a step back. Her face turned pale and her eyes were filled with fear and panic.

She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly with her hands, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her lips were bitten until they lost their color.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. She could only watch Charles roaring.

Fu Yanchen's face was gloomy, like the depressing sky before a storm, without a trace of smile.

He sat there quietly, not saying a word, but his eyes were as cold as ice, fixed on Charles' wife Wen Kerou.

There was scrutiny, disgust, and even an indescribable anger in his eyes, as if a volcano about to erupt was temporarily suppressed by a thick layer of ice.

"Wen Kerou", haha, what a nice name, it is easy to pronounce, as if with a poetic rhythm, which makes people think of a gentle, kind, well-educated woman.

But the woman in front of me is a huge gap from this beautiful name.

The harshness and calculation on her face, the greed and indifference in her eyes, were like a beautiful painting being ruthlessly torn apart, revealing the ugly truth inside.

Fu Yanchen thought to himself, how can a person be so bad that he can abandon even the most basic conscience and family affection for money.

Wen Kerou felt uncomfortable under Fu Yanchen's cold gaze. She felt like an insect being observed under a microscope, with all her secrets exposed.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if a little rabbit was fluttering around in her chest. She tried to avoid Fu Yanchen's gaze, but it followed her like a shadow, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

Finally, she could no longer suppress her inner emotions, and her voice trembled slightly, mixed with a hint of anger that was difficult to conceal.

"Fu...Mr. Fu," she said haltingly, as if trying to control her emotions. "Why...why are you staring at me?"

She took a deep breath and continued, "I'm married, and our relationship is innocent. If you keep staring at me like this, it will cause others to misunderstand!"

Her voice rose slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Fu Yanchen,,,,

Charles glared at Wen Kerou fiercely. What a mess! How could Fu Yanchen be interested in her?

"You dare to say that, you have a clear conscience." Fu Yanchen spit out a few words coldly.

"The truth is... the old lady died of illness. It has nothing to do with our family. Besides, none of us were there when she passed away. You were the only one there... How could I possibly have anything to do with this?"

Her tone became more and more excited, and her hands clenched unconsciously, "Do you think I have the ability to kill this old lady?"

At the end of her words, her voice almost roared, and her eyes flashed with anger.

"Don't make insinuations against me here!" Her chest heaved violently, and she was obviously very angry.

Her voice became louder and louder, trying to use the high decibel level to cover up her inner guilt.

Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, a hint of greed flashed in her eyes, and she continued, "Mr. Fu, since everyone has left, it's time to settle some accounts."

"Account, what account?" Fu Yanchen raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it's the old lady's bill. She lived with us for almost twenty years. Her own son committed suicide for so-called love, and he didn't even care about his own mother. He never fulfilled his filial duty for a single day. We have been taking care of her wholeheartedly all these years."

"Well, so, what do you want to say?"

"When Xu Xiaoxiao and Nan Weiwei were still young, we didn't bother with them because we were relatives. Now that she's gone, it's time to return the money we spent on her over the years. She should know how much we've given her over the years!"

The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she was the one with the right reasons.

Fu Yanchen,,,,,