The doorbell rang just after hanging up the phone—
Dong dong!
Fang Yu was taken aback and opened the door to see Ye Wenjun.
"Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Ye Wenjun asked, "I want to ask you two questions."
"Go ahead." Fang Yu folded his arms and leaned on the door fra.
"The first question, are you helping the Ye Family really just to repay a favor?" Ye Wenjun raised her eyes, staring at Fang Yu with fearless determination.
"Yes."
Fang Yu’s answer was also very simple.
"The second question, when you ca all the way to see , was it to call off the engagent or to follow through with it?" Ye Wenjun asked very clearly and directly.
As the CEO of Ye Corporation, she knew very well that no issue should ever be dragged out unclearly, as it would ultimately harm both parties.
Fang Yu stood straight, faced Ye Wenjun, and said seriously, "I answered this question clearly in front of the old man yesterday. The Fang Family has always valued its promises. I ca to the Ye Family, of course, to carry out the marriage."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenjun then asked, "Why did you say yesterday that you wanted to call off the engagent?"
Fang Yu said helplessly:
"You should ask yourself."
Hearing this left Ye Wenjun montarily stunned.
Fang Yu found these questions extrely tedious, going around in circles only to co back to the sa point. Better left unspoken.
He simply closed the door.
Snap!
Then he added, "I need to return to Jiangzhou tomorrow. Arrange a ticket for back to Jiangzhou."
Outside, Ye Wenjun couldn’t help but feel startled.
Is he returning already?
She suddenly felt sowhat annoyed and restless...
In her mind she kept replaying Fang Yu’s words: "You should ask yourself." After pondering for a mont, she turned and walked away.
...
...
As dawn broke.
When Ye Wenjun’s grandfather, and Zhong Long found out Fang Yu was rushing back to Fangzhou, both were surprised and tried to persuade him, but unfortunately, Fang Yu was determined to leave.
Unable to stop him, Ye Wenjun’s grandfather sighed persistently and had no choice but to have Ye Wenjun drive Fang Yu to the airport.
In the car.
Ye Wenjun didn’t talk the entire way, just focused on driving; similarly, Fang Yu was not in the mood for conversation either. Both maintained silence throughout the journey.
Until they reached the airport.
The mont Fang Yu got out of the car, Ye Wenjun couldn’t help but ask, "Do you really have no plans to stay in Yanjing?"
Fang Yu turned around with a smile and said, "Dear Miss Ye Wenjun, I never planned to stay in Yanjing. Besides, I’m telling you, I’ll co back to Yanjing in a few days."
He must return to Yanjing.
He still has to avenge the deep enmity with the Zhao and Jin Families.
Hearing this, a complicated expression flashed through Ye Wenjun’s eyes; she turned very cold, expressionless, even indifferent.
"You said, give one night to think about it." Ye Wenjun said calmly.
"And then?" Fang Yu felt she might have more to say.
And he could guess what Ye Wenjun was going to say, whether it’s calling off the engagent or continuing to explore.
Ye Wenjun looked directly into Fang Yu’s eyes and said:
"Fang Yu, when you co back to Yanjing, let’s go to the civil affairs office and get our marriage certificate."
"..."
What?
Fang Yu could hardly believe it.
A night of reflection, it’s understandable to co to a decision, but suddenly suggesting to directly go get a marriage certificate, isn’t this moving too fast?
Moreover, Fang Yu felt he wasn’t yet ntally prepared.
Just as he was about to express this sentint, Ye Wenjun got back in the car without turning her head, and with a swish, disappeared from his sight.
"Has she gone crazy?"
...
...
Jiangzhou, in a certain abandoned factory.
Dark, damp.
A group of masked n with hoods, holding iron rods, patrolled back and forth.
Yet in a corner, there was a particularly clean spot where Ji Qiubai sat expressionless on a chair, staring in the direction of the door.
In the left corner, all were ordinary people bound hand and foot, including employees and executives from Qingcheng Building, and mbers of Elder Xu’s family.
On the right side, two people were hanging, one was Yan Hu covered in wounds, and the other was Zeng Qiji!
Boom!
A masked man, holding an iron rod, fiercely struck Yan Hu’s body.
"Hu, you’ve been with for many years, I’ve treated you well. I’ve provided for your food, clothes, and allowed you to sleep with the most alluring won. You are the greatest rit holder of the Dragon Tiger Association. Just one word from you, and I will let you go, and you will still be my brother! In Jiangzhou, below one person, above ten thousand people!"
Ji Qiubai’s voice was very calm and composed.
Yan Hu opened his eyes and barely managed a smile—
"I spit!"
Ji Qiubai slightly frowned and waved his hand.
The masked man beside him struck him again with the rod!
Boom!
This ti, Yan Hu spat out blood, utterly powerless to resist.
He still managed a painful laugh.
"Brother Yu... Brother Yu was right... I so regret... I so regret not listening to Brother Yu..."
"I spit!"
A mix of bloody spit flew out.
The corner of Ji Qiubai’s mouth twitched.
Again, Fang Yu!
Everything is Fang Yu!
This was sothing Ji Qiubai couldn’t understand. As the big brother, I led you through eight hard years of battles, weathered life and death together. I did so much for you, yet one word from Fang Yu could steal your heart!
Furious, Ji Qiubai felt extre anger!
But his expression remained very calm.
"Hu, I’m not angry with you. Whenever you figure it out, we’ll talk." He gestured to continue hitting.
But the masked man beside him said: "Brother Ji, we can’t hit him anymore, it will kill Brother Hu!"
Ji Qiubai glared at him and said, "Oh, are my orders not working anymore?"
The masked man was startled and quickly responded, "Dare not!"
He picked up the iron rod and fiercely struck Yan Hu’s body.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
After three consecutive strikes, Ji Qiubai finally raised his hand and said, "Hang them on the second floor."
"Yes!"
Ji Qiubai stood up and took a couple of steps.
He lifted his head and glanced at Zeng Qiji, covered in scars, who at that mont had no strength left to struggle.
"Little Zeng, don’t hate Brother Ji. Things in the underworld are unpredictable. If there was a choice, Brother Ji would rather die with you!"
Zeng Qiji’s fingertips moved slightly.
He followed Yan Hu and spat, not opening his mouth again.
"Hang them up!" After giving the order, Ji Qiubai walked towards the door.
Ji Qiubai looked at his wristwatch, the ti was almost up.
Sure enough, a masked man hurried over.
"Brother Ji, the people are here."
Ji Qiubai’s expression was indifferent as he said, "Good, open the door."
"Yes."
Several minions went to the factory door and simultaneously pulled open the giant iron door.
Squeak—
The door slowly opened.
Outside the factory door.
Four or five sedans slowly drove up.
After a short while, they stopped at the door.
Jiang Wei, Jiang Xiaoxiao, Xu Zhaopei, Elder Xu Liu, Gu Guangxuan, Gu Qingshan, and others got out of the cars.
"This is the place."
Looking in the direction of the factory, Gu Guangxuan spoke indifferently: "Don’t worry, with here, no one dares to touch you!"
Although that’s the case.
Jiang Wei and the others were still very worried.
But worrying was utterly useless at the mont, other than the elder Gu of Jiangzhou, they really had no other recourse against Ji Qiubai.
They arrived outside the gate.
A man wearing a hood said, "Everyone, please co inside, our boss has been waiting for a long ti."
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