Chapter 8, Decisive Action

Fu Zaihuang remained silent for a long time before finally speaking in a deep voice: "Let Old Zhao resign from the position of person in charge and prohibit any lawsuit against Ning Mo. We shall leave."

Fu Ningyan was dressed in a single garment, barefoot on the cashmere carpet, holding a coffee cup in one hand, exuding an air of leisure. "Without Nie Wu, I would eventually deal with Zhao Shide, but Nie Wu just happened to provide a pretext."

A wound approximately one inch long lay across the arm, stitched but still revealing a depth that was extremely profound, dark red and hideous, truly terrifying

Fu Ningyan's right hand was inconvenient, making it impossible for her to bathe herself. This awkward responsibility naturally fell upon her shoulders. She adjusted the bathtub water to a suitable temperature, hesitated and hesitated again, and ultimately called Fu Ningyan to come in

Fu Ningyan turned her head slightly and looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile: "If I said this was a scheme I devised with Nie Wu, would you believe me?"

Fu Ningyan seemed to be genuinely interested in the performance, and even as she walked into the bathroom, she was still dressed neatly. Feeling quite embarrassed, she had no choice but to muster her courage and step forward to help him undress

"Mr. Fu and you ... ... " she hesitated to speak

Fu Ningyan smiled nonchalantly, "It's nothing, just an old stubborn fool who thinks too highly of himself." He leaned back, releasing the cup, his voice becoming relaxed, "How can one do business without being decisive? He can't do it, and my elder brother is unwilling to do it, so I have no choice but to take action." These few sentences were spoken in a very soft voice, carrying a hint of sighing.

The elderly man cast a cold glance at Su Jiayan and said, "Miss, please excuse yourself for the time being."

The onlookers, not expecting any changes in the situation, exchanged glances after Zhong Kai finished speaking and began to discuss quietly among themselves

Su Jiayan had not visited the villa at Qiyue River for many days. Looking out from the bathroom window, the woods on the hillside and the distant tall buildings were shrouded in a vast mist of rain, creating a poetic atmosphere.

Zhao Shide's face turned ashen in an instant, and he staggered back, collapsing onto the bed. After a moment, he seemed to suddenly regain his senses, leaping forward to grasp Fu Ningyan's left hand: "Third Young Master, Third Young Master, I was momentarily confused. Considering that my brother has served the Fu family, please do not sue me!"

Fu Ningyan's palm bore a slight callus, and at this moment, it was holding her hand; while her hand grasped the firm tip of Fu Ningyan. She tightly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, avoiding the gaze of Fu Ningyan. Their breaths intertwined and entangled, chaotic yet fervent

Such torment had reached Su Jiayan's limit, she turned her head, her earlobes reddening to the point of almost bleeding, "Third Young Master, please come yourself."

Fu Ningyan had complete control over the movement of her hand, as if she were holding a scorching branding iron, causing her heart to race violently from extreme embarrassment

Su Jiayan lowered her head, her cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of red, more enchanting than the finest rouge. Fu Ningyan had not touched her for many days, and at this moment, the faint, subtle fragrance of her hair filled his senses, stirring a surge of passion within him. He lifted her face and pressed a heavy kiss upon her lips, feeling her movements in his hands come to a halt. In a hushed voice, he urged, "Continue."

Zhong Kai, dressed in formal attire and holding a briefcase, entered in response. His expression was as cold and stern as Fu Ningyan's. He looked at Boss Zhao with a blank face as he pulled out a stack of documents from the briefcase. "Zhao Shide, having worked at Huang'an Real Estate for five years, you have taken advantage of your position to arbitrarily change materials, extract kickbacks, and profit from it, causing Huang'an a direct economic loss totaling 3.48 million. Additionally, you have unlawfully withheld and delayed workers' wages, severely damaging Huang'an Real Estate's reputation. This is the investigation report, and Huang'an has the right to prosecute you for your actions."

He pulled the materials from Zhong Kai's hands and threw them in front of Zhao Shide, "I have collected these materials for a year. If there is even a hint of exaggeration or fabrication, I willingly resign from the position of general manager." He looked up at Fu Zaihuang, "If you truly wish for me to inherit the family business, then do not hinder me at every turn... Father, after all, I am your son."

Su Jiayan couldn't help but take a gentle breath of cool air, and the young man beside Fu Zaihuang also slightly changed his gaze.

"No need to go to the hospital," Fu Ningyan held her hand, "Let's go home"

Fu Ningyan could not help but chuckle softly, not wanting to make things difficult. He merely followed Su Jiayan's fair fingers with a gaze that seemed to carry warmth. ... shirt ... ... trousers. ... ... Soon, Fu Ningyan was left with only a pair of underwear. A normal man would find it unbearable to endure such unintentional teasing; at this moment, he was already in a semi-erect state

The young man standing beside him patted Fu Ningyan's shoulder and said, "Ningyan, come home more often." Finally, he cast a glance at Su Jiayan, slightly inclined his body, and then assisted Fu in leaving.

After speaking, he suddenly released Su Jiayan's hand and expressionlessly began to unwrap the bandage that was wrapped around his right arm, layer by layer.

Fu Ningyan remained unmoved, calmly unwrapping the bandages. In just a moment, her arm was revealed.

Boss Zhao's expression suddenly changed, yet he still wore a smile on his face. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, chuckled, and said, "How can I not understand what Third Young Master is saying"

When he spoke the last sentence, his voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness, and his gaze was also cold and desolate

Fu Ning fixed his gaze straight ahead, his expression as calm as water, remaining unmoved even as Zhao Shide wept and lamented.

Fortunately, this long ordeal has finally come to an end. Fu Ningyan paused for a moment to catch her breath, then smiled softly, released her hand, and placed a kiss on her cheek, saying, "Go change your clothes"

Moments later, a sound of footsteps was heard outside the door, and two men, one old and one young, appeared at the entrance

Fu Ningyan smiled, ultimately not putting her in a difficult position, and took off her underwear to lie down in the bathtub

The elderly man, in his fifties, exuded an air of coldness, standing quietly with an imposing presence akin to deep valleys and towering mountains. He did not look at anyone, and his voice, though calm, carried an unspoken authority, "The Fu family is dealing with a family matter, and I kindly ask everyone to temporarily withdraw."

The bathroom was filled with steam, causing her thoughts to drift away abruptly. Su Jiayan could no longer recall how she had gone from helping Fu Ningyan apply shower gel to lying in the bathtub herself, her clothes clinging to her body, much like her increasingly heavy thoughts

"Jia Yan is not a stranger." Fu Ningyan replied coldly

Father," Fu Ningyan fearlessly looked directly at the old man, "I thought you should understand the distinction between public and private matters better than I do. I can provide for Old Zhao in his old age, but I absolutely will not allow incompetent subordinates to come in and corrupt the Fu family's foundation.

Fu Ningyan, however, remained indifferent, "Last year, in the third phase of the Xujiawan project, Zhao Shide has yet to pay the workers' wages, and this was done by a desperate worker last night." His voice was extremely calm, "If you continue to favor your relatives, I believe the next one to be harmed will no longer be just my insignificant arm."

After Fu Zaihuang and Fu Ningmo left, Su Jiayan immediately stepped forward to help Fu Ningyan rewrap the gauze. She whispered, "Third Young Master, thank you."

As soon as the words were spoken, the onlooking workers immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Nie Junjun glanced at Su Jiayan and stepped forward to support Nie Wu in leaving. Su Jiayan also intended to leave, but Fu Ningyan reached out and tightly grasped her hand, causing her to momentarily freeze—Fu Ningyan's body temperature was frighteningly low

The old man let out a cold snort, his gaze sweeping over Su Jiayan's face, glancing at the already standing Zhao Shide, and then turning to Fu Ningyan, "You have made an elder kneel before you; it seems that the rules learned over these decades have been in vain"

When Su Jiayan turned around, she found Fu Ningyan looking at her through the floating mist, a hint of a smile playing on his thin lips. She quickly composed herself and said, "Third Young Master, thank you for today."

At that moment, Zhong Kai's phone suddenly rang. After he finished the call, his expression changed abruptly, and he leaned close to Fu Ningyan, whispering something. Fu Ningyan's gaze also shifted slightly, but in an instant, he regained his calm and composed demeanor.

Zhao Shide suddenly knelt down with a thud, tightly holding onto Fu Ningyan's leg, "Third Young Master, I truly acted impulsively!"

As they sat neatly on the sofa, savoring the freshly brewed aromatic coffee, Su Jiayan finally emerged from a state of confusion. At this moment, the night enveloped them, the sound of rain continued outside, and a layer of mist covered the glass. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly, and she couldn't help but recall her childhood when it rained, competing with Yixing for the limited space on the window, drawing some indecipherable characters with her finger. Gradually, the water droplets would coalesce, as if unable to bear the weight, trailing long tails beneath her childish strokes, resembling tears. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly, and she couldn't help but recall her childhood when it rained, competing with Yixing for the limited space on the window, drawing some indecipherable characters with her finger. Gradually, the water droplets would coalesce, as if unable to bear the weight, trailing long tails beneath her childish strokes, resembling tears.

Fu Ningyan let out a cold laugh and pushed him away, "The Fu family has already shown you utmost tolerance. My brother warned you last time, and I thought you would exercise some restraint. Now, you actually resort to slandering and framing others out of personal grievances, bullying the weak. The reputation of the Fu family is not something you can use to act recklessly!"

"Three Young Masters!" Su Jiayan whispered to stop.

I only know that in the workplace, I am the superior and he is the subordinate

It is of no concern, I have plenty of time for Boss Zhao to understand slowly - Zhong Kai

Su Jiayan recalled the confrontation between Fu Ningyan and Fu Zaihuang, still feeling a sense of shock—between the two of them, it was not a father-son relationship at all, but rather that of bitter enemies meeting with intense hostility.

Su Jiayan did not know how to respond—anything he said would be too superficial. After a moment of silence, he asked again: "San Shao, may I ask one more question, did Nie Wu really not steal the steel pipe?"

Zhong Kai cleared his throat lightly, and a faint blush immediately appeared on Su Jiayan's face, "I will take you back to the hospital"

Su Jiayan suddenly felt embarrassed, yet he had no choice but to comply. The scene of kissing while unbuttoning his shirt had a hint of genuine couple-like intimacy. As this strange thought emerged, Su Jiayan immediately pushed it away, "Third Young Master, you should take a good bath."

As the movements of her hands quickened, Fu Ningyan's kisses on her shoulder and neck became increasingly fervent, and her mind seemed to be on the verge of stopping, caught in a state of oxygen deprivation and an overwhelming sense of shame

You wretched creature! If it weren't for Old Zhao's brother, you would have died five years ago. How dare you speak so arrogantly here!

The coldness on Fu Ning's face finally faded, returning to his usual inscrutable and cynical demeanor. He smiled and said, "You're welcome, but if you were to kiss me now as a token of gratitude, I would certainly be even happier."