Chapter 100: Fu Yuxing, can we part on good terms?

Lin Wanbai continued to stay at a small motel. She had no other identification on her; even if she did, it would be inconvenient to stay at a standard hotel, where showing her ID would make her easy to track.

These small motels were much better; one could register under any name, and they were not connected to any network. Even if he wanted to investigate, he wouldn't be able to find her.

An Ning had already arranged for people to go to the hospital to look after her family. If Fu Juxing managed to escape, the first thing he would do was target her family. Since he intended to use them as leverage, she would make the situation as public as possible. If she could escalate it to the media and create a stir online, he would likely be forced to hold back.

After giving her instructions, Lin Wanbai felt exhausted, as if her energy had been completely drained. She collapsed onto the bed, unwilling to move. Her mind was a chaotic mess, unable to find a moment of peace.

An Ning did not leave. She brought a cup of calming tea from somewhere, lit some incense, and sat silently on the side.

Lin Wanbai felt slightly better. When she opened her eyes, she saw An Ning sitting on the sofa, staring at her in a daze. After a few seconds, An Ning realized she had been caught and immediately looked away.

Lin Wanbai sat up, took a sip of tea, and said, "It’s getting late. You should go home. I’ll be fine here by myself. Beicheng is not small; Fu Juxing’s people won't be able to find me so quickly."

An Ning shook her head. "Lin Zhouye instructed me to take good care of you. Besides, I’m alone at home anyway. Staying here allows me to keep you company."

Lin Wanbai smiled without saying more. She got up to take a shower and changed into her pajamas, feeling much more comfortable. An Ning had brought her a set of skincare products, all the brands she used daily.

Seeing this, Lin Wanbai raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a trace of inquiry. She had never told An Ning which brands she used, yet An Ning knew them all.

"Secretary An is truly the veteran at my uncle’s side; your efficiency is impressive. How did you know I use these brands?"

An Ning lowered her eyes, setting down the last jar of cream. "It was your uncle’s thoughtfulness. He told me so much about you and had me write it all down in a notebook. He trusts me, which is why he entrusted you to my care. He said that when you fight back, you will need capable people by your side. He said I was trained by him, and he believes I will be able to help you."

"Since he trusts me so much, I naturally cannot let him down."

Lin Wanbai looked at her, pondering for a moment before asking, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-one."

"Did you start working for my uncle right after graduation?"

She thought for a moment. "I joined the Lin Corporation in my second year after graduation."

"That’s about six or seven years, then?"

She nodded.

"Are you still unmarried?"

An Ning smiled. "Work is too busy, and there’s no one suitable around, so it’s been put on hold. I actually wanted to resign and return to my hometown last year, but I didn't expect the boss to go through what he did. Since he treated me with such kindness, I naturally had to stay and help during this time. Fortunately, Lin Zhouye told people I had resigned, otherwise, I might not be able to stay in Beicheng now."

"Fu Juxing must be very wary of him; he has either suppressed or turned his capable helpers. Now, it seems I am the only one left struggling to survive. I am lucky to have waited for your return; I didn't think it would be so soon. Don't worry, I will do my absolute best to help you."

Lin Wanbai said, "I trust you, just as Lin Zhouye trusts you." She paused, gazing at her intently, and after a moment of silence, asked with a smile, "Do you have a bit of a crush on my uncle?"

As soon as the words were spoken, An Ning froze for a second, a flash of panic crossing her eyes. She quickly turned her head away and said, "No."

Lin Wanbai laughed. "That shouldn't be. Given my uncle's looks, it would be hard to believe you don't like him. Is it because he has a bad temper at work?"

"No, Mr. Lin is very serious about his work and has always been strictly professional. He is the same with his subordinates—rewarding and punishing clearly."

"In my understanding, rewarding and punishing clearly just means being heartless."

The atmosphere became a rare bit lighter. Seeing the smile in Lin Wanbai's eyes, An Ning followed suit, smiling noncommittally.

Afterward, Lin Wanbai chatted with her about Lin Zhouye. An Ning mostly listened quietly, only occasionally interjecting.

When the time came, they went to sleep, but Lin Wanbai found it difficult to drift off. Once it was quiet and she closed her eyes, the images from the video repeatedly flashed through her mind. And so, she stayed awake until dawn, only dozing off for a short while as the sun began to rise.

The next morning, news came from the hospital that Lin Zhaowei was failing and was currently undergoing emergency resuscitation. On the other side, news arrived from Liang Zhixia that Fu Juxing had already escaped from Li Ting’s hands.

With these two pieces of news combined, Lin Wanbai did not go to the hospital. In truth, she dared not go anywhere now. If she appeared without preparation, Fu Juxing would surely use extreme measures to take her away. He had done it before—like with Lin Yao, whom he had put into a box in such a state. Lin Wanbai did not believe she would be any different, or that Fu Juxing would show her any mercy.

It would likely only be worse.

Lin Wanbai had An Ning contact private bodyguards, insisting on those who were trustworthy and capable. She dared not contact Liang Zhixia either, sending her an anonymous message instead, telling her to be careful.

Just after the message was sent and Liang Zhixia had finished reading it, her door was opened from the outside. A group of people filed in. She gripped her cup tightly, standing her ground, quickly deleting the message, and looking at them with feigned composure.

Then, she saw Fu Juxing enter.

Though she had prepared herself mentally, she had not expected that Fu Juxing would actually escape, and so quickly.

He walked in expressionless, wearing only a black shirt with the collar loose. His hair was a bit messy, with two strands hanging over his forehead, almost poking into his eyes. His deep, dark eyes were filled with malice as they locked onto her.

He said nothing, stopping three steps away from her, simply staring.

Even though the room was suddenly crowded with people, the atmosphere was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

After a few seconds of this standoff, Liang Zhixia gave a light cough, gestured to the spectacle, and said, "What is this for? You could have rung the doorbell; I wouldn't have refused to open it. Was it necessary to pick the lock? Haha."

She took a sip of water, forcing herself to stay calm. Fu Juxing looked like the King of Hell coming to collect a soul. She couldn't handle it; it was too terrifying. She clutched her cup and walked over to the sofa, sitting down. "Since you're here, sit down. My private apartment isn't very big, so it can't hold all of you, but it's more than enough for you."

Fu Juxing seemed quite patient. He walked over and sat on the sofa. Lei Sen ordered two men to search the entire room. Liang Zhixia only glanced at them without stopping them, then looked at Fu Juxing and asked, "Would you like some tea?"

He remained silent. After a while, the two men returned, shaking their heads to indicate they had found nothing. Only then did he lift his eyes to look at Liang Zhixia directly, his gaze cold and chilling. He did not speak immediately.

Liang Zhixia met his stare, feeling chilled from head to toe, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She had to clench her teeth to keep them from chattering.

After a moment of this, Fu Juxing finally spoke. "Speak."

Liang Zhixia thought for a moment, glanced at the others, and said, "Have them leave first. I want to talk to you alone."

"Out." Fu Juxing didn't hesitate. He wasn't even afraid of Li Ting, so why would he fear Liang Zhixia?

As soon as he spoke, Lei Sen took the men outside, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Liang Zhixia stood up to pour him a cup of tea—a flower tea, where the petals bloomed in the hot water. She placed the cup in front of him and sat down beside him. She watched him for a long time before saying, "I want to ask you a question."

He turned to meet her gaze. "I don't want to hear nonsense, and I don't have time to sit here and listen to it. I think I may have been too lenient with you, which has made you think too highly of yourself."

Liang Zhixia’s expression stiffened slightly, then she laughed. "You don't need to threaten me. Even if you personally ruin the Liang family, I don't care. I really don't. Do you think I covet that company or that money? As long as I see Liang Zhenge and Huang Zhen pay a painful price, I am satisfied. I really don't care about anything else. Other than this life, I, Liang Zhixia, have nothing particularly important. You can't threaten me."

Fu Juxing smiled. "I am not threatening you."

"Using me to threaten Xiaobai?" Liang Zhixia stared at him. After a long while, she asked, "Fu Juxing, do you love her?"

"Tell me where she is."

"Answer me first: do you love her or not?"

Clearly, Fu Juxing had no patience to discuss this with her. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed her by the throat and pressed her onto the sofa. He held back some force, but it was enough to make Liang Zhixia unable to breathe.

"Are you going to tell me or not!"

Liang Zhixia struggled, her hands clawing at his arms. Her sharp nails broke his skin, but his hand did not loosen in the slightest. He asked again, "Are you going to tell me or not?!"

Her struggle grew weaker, her vision began to darken, and her mind went blank. She felt as though she were truly about to meet the King of Hell.

However, in the next instant, Fu Juxing released his grip and called Lei Sen in. "Take her away."

"Yes."

Liang Zhixia couldn't recover. Perhaps due to the effort of her struggle, she felt drained and lay on the sofa, letting them carry her away. She stared at Fu Juxing and said, in a voice as thin as a thread, "Doing this, you're only forcing her to her death. You... you want to watch her die... Fu Juxing, you are a piece of trash! Xiaobai was truly blind to love you. The thing she regrets most in her life is probably falling for a scum like you!"

Lei Sen stepped in and gagged her, preventing her from saying anything more. Liang Zhixia might have been unable to catch her breath; once she was gagged, she fainted, and finally, there was total silence.

Lei Sen followed Fu Juxing into the elevator, with the others following shortly after. The two stood in the elevator, the atmosphere dropping to the freezing point. Even Lei Sen was nervous, not daring to say a word for fear of provoking his anger.

Fu Juxing stood in the middle as the elevator descended at a steady pace. In the blink of an eye, with a loud bang, Fu Juxing suddenly threw a punch into the elevator door. This blow was fueled by immense rage; the entire elevator shook, and the door was visibly dented.

Lei Sen pursed his lips, a chill running down his back. He kept his eyes down, not daring to let his gaze wander. He thought to himself that if that punch had landed on him, his bones would have shattered. Thinking this, his heart pounded wildly.

Soon, the elevator reached the basement. The doors opened slowly, and the two walked out one after the other. Lei Sen quickly went to open the car door. Fu Juxing got in, and Lei Sen followed into the driver’s seat.

Fu Juxing: "Have they all been moved?"

"The old man has been moved, but Lin Jingyu’s condition is relatively critical. The doctor said she cannot be moved."

"The doctor said she can't be moved, so you didn't move her?"

"Well, I was afraid of causing a death; if something really happened..."

"If something really happens, that is when she will finally appear."

Lei Sen took the risk and said, "But if something truly goes wrong, will Miss Lin collapse? Also, when I went to the hospital, I noticed quite a few reporters loitering around. I also received news that Miss Lin has leaked information unfavorable to you. If something were to happen, under the catalyst of the media, it could blow up."

"Getting the old man out was already difficult enough, so..."

Fu Juxing said, "Go to the hospital. I want to see Lin Jingyu."

Lei Sen glanced at him through the rearview mirror, turned the car around at the traffic light, and headed for the hospital.

When they reached the entrance of the intensive care unit, Chen Songyuan was sitting in a wheelchair, being blocked from entering. He said with vigor, "On what grounds are you stopping me? She is my wife! I have the right to go in and see her. And who are you people? What right do you have to stop me?!"

Just then, a nurse from the ICU came out and stopped them. "This is a hospital! No loud noises allowed! If you want to quarrel, take it outside!"

Chen Songyuan immediately changed his tone. "Nurse, I just want to see my wife. Please, let me go in and take a look. I am truly worried about her condition."

The nurse glanced at the two guards at the door, said nothing, and walked away.

Fu Juxing walked over. "Let him in."

Chen Songyuan turned at the sound of his voice, an unnamable fury immediately rising in his heart. He gritted his teeth but didn't show it, only raising the corner of his mouth slightly. "Long time no see, Mr. Fu."

Fu Juxing ignored him, put on a sterile gown, and entered the ICU.

Lin Jingyu lay on the bed with no sign of waking, though her vital signs were normal. He stood by the side. Lei Sen found a doctor and brought him over to explain Lin Jingyu’s condition in detail to Fu Juxing. Chen Songyuan did not follow inside, watching from the outside.

At this moment, Lei Sen received a call and stepped out.

Fu Juxing stopped the doctor. "That is enough."

His tone was cold and indifferent. The doctor stopped speaking, stood for a moment, and walked away.

He stood there alone, his face devoid of any expression. The ICU was very quiet, save for the rhythmic beeping of the medical equipment, which made one feel exceptionally agitated. After an unknown amount of time, Fu Juxing took a small step forward, resting a hand on the edge of the bed. His fingers moved slowly upward, his fingertips landing on the back of Lin Jingyu's hand.

He lowered his gaze to look at the IV tubes. He remembered the doctor saying these two medications were vital for maintaining her life. His fingers traced circles on the back of her hand.

Lei Sen returned at the right moment. The doctor came over to remind them, "If you have matters to discuss, please go outside. There are other patients here."

Lei Sen smiled apologetically. "Right, understood."

He walked to Fu Juxing’s side and whispered in his ear, "There are many reporters outside."

Fu Juxing withdrew his fingers. After a moment of silence, he said, "Understood."

They stood for a bit longer before leaving the ICU. Fu Juxing added four or five more men to guard the area. He sat down on a waiting chair outside and said, "You go handle it. I will wait here."

"Yes."

Lei Sen did not dare to say more and immediately went to deal with it.

Chen Songyuan was still there. He had heard from Zhou Lin about the conflict between Li Ting and Fu Juxing, and he also knew that Lin Wanbai had escaped and returned to the Lin Corporation to take the position of Chairperson. This girl indeed had some talent; she had actually used Lin Yao to escape. He could no longer underestimate her.

However, this was also good. Let them fight each other; it would be best if they fought to the death. That way, things would become much simpler.

Chen Songyuan glanced at him, said nothing, and intended to drive his wheelchair away. However, before he had gone two steps, he was blocked by Fu Juxing’s men. He was startled and turned sharply, meeting Fu Juxing’s gaze.

Fu Juxing looked at him coldly, a mocking smile on his face. "Leaving already?"

Chen Songyuan felt inexplicably panicked and swallowed hard. "What else am I supposed to do here?"

"You have recovered quite well. The car accident was so severe, and Lin Jingyu is lying inside half-dead, yet you are perfectly fine—even your head is intact. It really doesn't make sense."

"What... what do you want?"

Fu Juxing stood up, walked slowly toward him, looked down at him, and reached out to lightly poke his head. "You are just a bit too lucky."

His nerves were highly strained, his heart beating rapidly. He gripped the armrests of his wheelchair tightly. "This... this is a hospital! Don't you dare do anything reckless! I am now practically Li Ting’s father-in-law. If you touch me, be careful not to offend him!"

"Ha." Fu Juxing sneered. One hand landed heavily on his shoulder. He leaned down, his cold eyes staring straight at him. "Li Ting? I have already offended him; I don't mind offending him again."

"I really overestimated you; I thought you cared about Lin Yao. Had I known, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths. If it weren't for you, Xiaobai wouldn't have had the chance to leave me. It’s all because of you!" The hand gripping his shoulder gradually increased in pressure.

Chen Songyuan couldn't take it and almost screamed, but the men beside him immediately gagged him. He opened his eyes wide in terror, only making sounds in his throat. Fu Juxing’s hand had pressed exactly onto his wound; though it was almost healed, it instantly ruptured under his grip, and the bones became misaligned.

Fu Juxing did not let go. Before long, Chen Songyuan fainted from the pain. Only then did he release his hand, stand up straight, and say, "Take him away. Make him sign the equity transfer agreement."

"Yes."

After they left, Fu Juxing sat back down on the chair and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He intended to light one, but remembering he was in a hospital, he put it back. He turned his head toward the elevator, waiting for Lin Wanbai to appear on her own.

...

With the help of sleeping pills, Lin Wanbai slept, but it was not a peaceful rest.

She had a nightmare: she dreamed that her mother and grandfather were killed by Fu Juxing’s own hands, Lin Zhouye was being tortured beyond recognition in prison, and Fu Juxing had not even spared his own flesh and blood. She herself had failed to escape his grasp and was being tortured to the brink of death.

In the dream, the old hag Jiang Shuzhi haunted her, her voice echoing repeatedly in her ears, telling her to cut the Gordian knot, to personally push Fu Juxing into the abyss so he would never be reincarnated.

She was in agony. She wanted to wake up, but she couldn't.

In the end, it was An Ning who saw something was wrong and splashed cold water on her face, causing her to wake up with a start.

She gasped for air, her face pale, gripping the bedsheets as her whole body went cold. An Ning sat beside her, rubbing her back. "It’s okay, it was just a nightmare, just a dream."

Lin Wanbai couldn't recover. The dream had been too real, and she felt intense pain. She closed her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. When An Ning went to pour her water, Lin Wanbai grabbed her wrist tightly. "Don't go away. Don't leave yet."

Her voice was choked with tears, as if she were about to break down at any moment.

An Ning stopped moving, instead pulling her into an embrace and gently patting her head. "It’s fine, just a nightmare. Dreams are the opposite of reality. The worse it is, the better things will actually be. Everything will be fine, trust me. You are so smart; you can do this."

Lin Wanbai leaned against her, and after a long while, she finally calmed down. When she was completely composed, she pulled away from An Ning’s embrace, asked for a glass of warm water, and drank it all in one go, finally feeling her body warm up a little.

An Ning said, "I have already arranged the bodyguard team. They can be trusted."

"Mhm. What about the hospital? How are my grandfather and mother?"

An Ning went silent, lowering her eyes, her expression grim.

Lin Wanbai: "Tell me the truth. It's fine; I am prepared."

"Grandfather has been transferred out by Fu Juxing’s people. Your mother is still in the hospital, but Fu Juxing is personally guarding the door, though there are no other incidents. Also, there is no news from Liang Zhixia."

"What do you mean?"

"I suspect she may have been detained by Fu Juxing."

Lin Wanbai gripped the cup tighter. "He is pressuring me, forcing me to show myself."

"I have already notified the reporters, and they have all gone there. Now, you need to stay calm."

Lin Wanbai closed her eyes and nodded. "Mhm. Let the media stir it up even more. Post that essay I wrote onto the internet. Buy a marketing account and hype it up. The fiercer the stir, the better. Let all the media keep their eyes on him. I don't believe that with all that scrutiny, he will dare to take any action."

"That is exactly what I intended."

Although family shame should not be aired in public, at this point, if she didn't air it, she would only be the one suffering in silence.

That day, An Ning used Lin Wanbai’s main Weibo account to post the four-thousand-word essay. Beneath it were screenshots—logical and evidence-based. She didn't try to play the victim too much; she simply stated the facts and admitted she had been blind to fall for a scumbag.

Lin Wanbai already had a fan base. Even with all the scandals surrounding her, who doesn't have a few die-hard fans?

After the essay was posted, An Ning contacted several marketing accounts with active followers to repost it and purchased a spot on the trending topics. Lin Wanbai already had high topic relevance, and soon the matter began to ferment online.

Various media outlets began to pay close attention, and calls were constantly coming in to Lei Sen. He had barely finished dealing with the reporters in front of him and hadn't even had time for a nap when the situation changed again. At the prompt of a reporter, he checked Weibo and realized things had taken a turn for the worse.

This matter also alarmed Liang Yusheng, and it quickly spread throughout the circle.

By the time Lei Sen arrived, Fu Juxing had already received several calls and was currently reading the essay Lin Wanbai had written herself. He read every word carefully—over four thousand characters, not missing a single one.

Lei Sen stood to the side, not daring to breathe, his back straight, trembling as he watched Fu Juxing’s expression. Fu Juxing didn't have much of a reaction; he set his phone aside, sat in silence for a moment, and said, "Trace the IP address."

"I have already sent people to do so."

As the words fell, the surroundings went silent. No one spoke, only the sound of nurses occasionally passing by.

In truth, Lin Wanbai’s article was quite objective. She didn't paint Fu Juxing as a purely evil villain; she briefly outlined how he had been bullied since childhood and how the Fu family had mistreated him. The article focused primarily on his unscrupulous actions against the Lin family.

At the end of the article, she unilaterally proposed a divorce, stating that everything would be handled through legal procedures. Regarding assets, she would treat it fairly; what was his was his, and what wasn't his, he couldn't seize by force. She vowed to defend her position firmly and would never allow others to take advantage of her, nor would she permit anyone to use her to seize the Lin family's property.

Fu Juxing took out a cigarette and, without hesitation, lit it.

A nurse happened to walk out and saw him, immediately stepping forward to stop him. "Mr. Fu, you cannot smoke here. The smoking room is over there."

Fu Juxing acted as if he hadn't heard her, continuing to smoke.

Nurse: "There are smoke detectors here. If you smoke here, it will trigger the alarm. Please cooperate, Mr. Fu."

Fu Juxing lifted his eyes. Lei Sen was terrified, immediately stepping forward to pull the nurse to the side. "I will have him put it out. I'm sorry."

The nurse was also a bit scared, but due to hospital regulations, she had to grit her teeth and confront him. She whispered, "Then tell him to put it out quickly, or the alarm will really go off."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The nurse walked away. Lei Sen approached him. "Mr. Fu..."

Fu Juxing stubbed the cigarette out on the nearby chair. Smoke drifted from his nostrils, his brow slightly furrowed. He turned his head and looked into the ICU. He twisted the cigarette butt in his hand repeatedly until it snapped into two pieces, the tobacco spilling out.

...

Lin Wanbai’s article fermented online for half a day before being comprehensively deleted. The trending topics were cleared, and Lin Wanbai’s private account was banned. This operation was ruthless; within a few hours, everything had been wiped clean. Even the search keywords returned nothing.

Lin Wanbai knew this would happen, so she had already agreed to an exclusive interview with a high-profile media outlet. In the afternoon, she went to a salon to get her hair and face done before heading to the designated location.

Lin Wanbai’s whereabouts were kept hidden, and since the other party wanted the exclusive, they chose a members-only club that required status to enter and prioritized privacy. Along the way, no one’s whereabouts were exposed.

The interview went smoothly. Lin Wanbai answered many questions in detail and provided thorough explanations for the statement she had released online. After discussing it with An Ning, they chose to broadcast the interview that evening. The next day, Lin Wanbai would hold a press conference to once again state her position to the public.

What could not be blocked was the public's chatter. Especially in the information age, it was impossible to stop. And Lin Wanbai had a way to make this matter known to everyone: as long as she responded to reporters every day and released new information, there would always be fresh topics.

In the evening, the interview aired on schedule. Because it was a legitimate television station, the ratings were high. From then on, the city was in an uproar.

Fu Juxing went nowhere and did nothing. He remained seated in the chair outside the ICU, watching the broadcast, watching Lin Wanbai answer the reporters' questions before the camera with her usual grace.

She was actually very thin, but she looked just right on camera. She was beautiful—beautiful enough to glow.

Fu Juxing squinted, his eyes fixed on the person in the video. Her eyes were looking into the camera, as if she were looking directly at him. Throughout the process, she was calm, answering freely with clear logic, never losing her way. She only reddened her eyes occasionally, yet remained strong.

Finally, she spoke directly to Fu Juxing through the camera.

She said, "Fu Juxing, I loved you once, and I was sincere. I hope that for the sake of those years I was sincere to you, you won't go too far. I hope you retain some conscience. I, Lin Wanbai, have never harmed you. My grandfather, my mother, and my uncle—they have done nothing to wrong you. Please do not return evil for good."

"Fu Juxing, let’s part on good terms, can we?"

When she said this last sentence, her eyes contained a hundred different emotions, and the smile at the corner of her mouth looked particularly bitter. Soon, she looked away.

The video ended there.

Fu Juxing’s thumb gently stroked the phone screen, as if touching her face through the glass.

"Fu Juxing, are you awake yet?"

Hearing this, his fingers stopped. He locked the screen and looked up to see Liang Xi standing before him, looking at him with exasperation.

He withdrew his gaze, clutched the phone in his palm, and said coldly, "Get out."

Liang Xi took a deep breath, sat down beside him, and said, "Dad said that since things have reached this point, you should part on good terms with Lin Wanbai and resolve this matter properly. There is no need to continue. Continuing will do you no good."

"Don't stay in the hospital anymore. If something happens to anyone in this hospital, Lin Wanbai will definitely smear you. Even if there is no evidence that you were the one who killed them, you won't be able to detach yourself from it. The public opinion will be one-sided and could crush you. Don't you see? Lin Wanbai failed to use a knife to kill, and now she is using public opinion to draw a line between you and her."

She licked her lips, her gaze falling on his hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, she reached out to hold his hand. "If you want the Lin Corporation, we can use other methods. There is no need to rush."

"Let go."

His tone was icy. Liang Xi subconsciously pulled her hand back, gritted her teeth, and said, "If you continue to be so stubborn, Dad will stop caring about you! And he won't help you!"

"Get out." He remained unmoved, coldly uttering only that word.

After saying this, he stood up and walked toward the ICU.

Liang Xi watched him and couldn't help but shout, "Fu Juxing!"

He stopped, turned to look at her, his gaze cold and sharp. "I will make her come back obediently. And you should prepare yourself."

Liang Xi was stunned.

A trace of hatred appeared in his gaze. "You had a hand in this too."