novelaction Chapter 110 You think I care?
Chapter 110 You think I care?
Fu Chengli didn't care whether the man on the ground was dead or not.
He remained calm and casually tossed the blood-stained ashtray aside.
He glanced at An Ying, whose clothes were disheveled, and bent down to help her untie the tie binding her wrists.
Perhaps death would be better.
He loosened her tie and saw the red marks on her wrist. Fu Chengli's eyes darkened, and he felt very displeased.
He crumpled his tie into a ball like he was crumpling up trash, tossed it into the bin, and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"What, you're starting to feel sorry for her?"
An Ying's face was streaked with tears.
She was no longer in the mood to joke with Fu Chengli.
She rubbed her aching wrist, propped herself up to sit, and whispered, "Look at me, in this miserable state, do I look like someone who would feel sorry for him?"
Fu Chengli snorted coldly.
Then he took the light-colored coat hanging on the back of the chair and draped it over An Ying.
He dragged a chair over, sat down in front of the bed, and looked at her with a serious expression.
An Ying's skirt had just been loosened.
She pulled the blanket up around her, covering her skirt and legs, and gently buttoned up the skirt.
Fu Chengli just stared at her as she straightened her clothes, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
An Ying guessed that he wouldn't say anything comforting.
She said, "If you have anything to laugh at, just say it."
Fu Chengli chuckled: "You've even started answering questions before others?"
An Ying pursed her lips and remained silent.
Fu Chengli casually rested his hands on the armrests of the chair, staring intently at her, and said, word by word:
“An Ying, you have terrible taste in men. Whether it’s Lu Qiyao or Su Jixun, they’re both trash.”
An Ying raised her small face and glared at him resentfully.
"Our relationship is really not what you think."
Fu Chengli took out a tissue, lowered his head to wipe the bloodstains from his hands, and said casually:
"What your relationship is is none of my business. Do you think I care?"
An Ying: "..."
After wiping his hands, he took out his phone from his pocket and made a call.
"Old Du, get a few people over here. Something's come up. Yes, there's bloodshed, um."
He hung up the phone after only a few words.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Chengli stopped talking and silently looked at her.
An Ying wrapped herself up in the blanket like a ball, pouted her little face, and didn't say a word.
The room fell silent.
An Ying had been on edge all night, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.
With a cry, he burst into tears.
Tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.
Fu Chengli had been holding back a lot of sarcastic remarks for her.
Seeing her like this, he swallowed all the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
Fortunately, An Ying's emotions came and went quickly.
She cried for less than a minute before the tears stopped.
Fu Chengli stood up and said calmly, "You'll be sleeping at my place tonight."
After blowing her nose, An Ying looked at him with teary eyes.
She instinctively pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
Fu Chengli glanced at her, knowing that she had definitely misunderstood.
"We'll find you a different place to stay. How are you going to sleep in this awful room?"
An Ying nodded.
She got up, packed her things, and followed Fu Chengli directly to the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
Two bodyguards stood at the door of the suite.
After entering the room, Fu Chengli acted as if nothing had happened, ignoring An Ying and sitting alone on the sofa, answering several phone calls.
He leaned back lazily on the sofa, crossed his legs, and slowly smoked.
"Yes, clean it up thoroughly, don't leave any trouble."
"Thanks, bro."
Judging from what he was saying, it sounded like someone had gone into her room to clean.
An Ying didn't disturb her any further and quietly went into the bedroom of the suite to wash up.
The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.
Fu Chengli was speechless.
Does she not see him as a man?
Did you suddenly become bolder at this point?
Is she really that trusting of him?
Fu Chengli answered the phone when it rang.
The person on the other end of the phone simply said three words: "He's awake."
Fu Chengli hummed in agreement, then got up and left.
When An Ying came out after taking a shower, she was the only one left in the entire suite.
Fu Chengli was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking back to what he said on the phone earlier...
He must have gone to help her clean up the mess.
The image of Su Jixun's head being smashed and blood gushing out resurfaced.
A chill ran down An Ying's spine.
What will he do to Su Jixun? Won't it result in someone getting killed...?
Even though I knew the room was safe.
They knew there were two bodyguards guarding the entrance.
An Ying couldn't help but feel afraid.
She thought for a moment, picked up her phone, and made a call.
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An abandoned warehouse not far from the hotel.
Du Yun was followed by a group of his underlings, who were smoking together.
Upon seeing Fu Chengli, Du Yun waved.
"I had my men teach them a lesson, but they didn't get anything out of me. Take another look."
Su Jixun appeared to be out of his mind, bound hand and foot on the ground.
Fu Chengli glanced at the ice water placed to the side and raised his chin in acknowledgment.
Secretary Chen immediately understood, scooped up a bucket of water, and splashed it on Su Jixun.
Su Jixun shuddered at the cold.
Fu Chengli remained expressionless, raised his hand, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it.
Su Jixun opened his eyes, saw the man smoking in front of him, and said tremblingly:
"Young Master Fu, I was wrong, please forgive me, I'll never dare to do it again..."
Fu Chengli slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
He looked down at Su Jixun, his eyes filled with indifference and coldness.
He spoke in a deep voice: "Why did you do that?"
Su Jixun said in a hoarse voice, "At first, I just wanted to confess my feelings. It was Lai Yuqiang who told me that An Ying liked me, so I went to her room to confess to her..."
It's Lai Yuqiang again.
Fu Chengli frowned.
Previously, out of respect for the two elders, Fu Haidong and Lai's father, they had tolerated this woman time and time again.
However, she repeatedly pushed her luck.
This time, they completely crossed his bottom line.
Fu Chengli: "After you confessed? What did she say?"
Su Jixun was as obedient as a grandson at this moment, answering every question he was asked:
"She rejected me, saying she had never liked me, didn't want to be with me, and told me to get lost..."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Oh?"
Seeing that Fu Chengli's expression had softened somewhat, Su Jixun prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed, saying:
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I drank today, I like her too much, she's all I can think about, I was confused for a moment, I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced her, I shouldn't have kissed her, I shouldn't have pulled at her skirt, Young Master Fu, please forgive me..."
Forcing... to pull down the skirt...
I remember An Ying hiding her clothes under the blanket while tidying them up, and then she cried with grievance.
Fu Chengli's expression grew increasingly grim.
He raised his hand, flicked off the ash from his cigarette, and looked indifferent.
His voice was as cold as an ice cave: "You touched her?"