Chapter 243: 244: I am your husband
Chapter 243 244: I am your husband
He never gets angry in front of the media.
At least Fang Chi has never seen him for so many years.
Whether it was when he was just starting out or when he was at the peak, no one in this city had ever seen Fu Xiting's eyes wide open and furious. People commented on him as a businessman who showed neither emotions nor expressions.
Even if the media is harsh, I have never seen him with a cold face.
Now—but because the group of dogs who can't spit ivory out of their mouths criticize his lover, the media has exposed his emotions.
For a moment, Fang Chi felt that, in Fu Xiting's mind, Jiang Yi might be more important than himself.
He can allow others to speculate about him for no reason, tarnish himself, and speak ill of himself.
But no one is allowed to treat Jiang like this.
That was his lover.
is the person he holds in the palm of his hand, this man who takes his fancy to his family.
Never allowed others to insult her when she had never overturned her true feelings for Jiang Yi.
What's more, at this time, he has already overthrown his heart.
The person who wished to send all the good things in this world to her lover, how could she allow others to call her a murderer one by one.
The media were silenced by Fu Xiting's fierce words.
"If sentences can be sentenced by empty words, then what is the use of national laws? As a media, what you have to do is to convey the facts, not fan the flames and tarnish others' reputations with empty words for a few things that will not be brought to life. Murderer? Has the police made a conclusion? Has the law pronounced a sentence? If not, every word you say today will become evidence in court."
"Screaming? What qualifications do you have? Killing people with the tip of a pen is not illegal, is it?"
The originally noisy door was silent for a while.
Fu Xiting glanced back and forth on this group of people like a wild wolf: "I, Fu Xiting's woman, will not allow you to be polluted by traffickers and pawns, yes, no, no, if you want to collect a few pieces of paper If the lawyer in the East Court speaks, I will accompany you to the end."
Fu Xiting's words were resounding.
At this moment, the man stood here quietly, but no one knew the tsunami in his heart.
When he turned to leave, someone unconsciously put down the camera in his hand.
Looking at the man's stalwart back, he deliberately lost his mind for a moment.
Probably never seen such a side of the richest man.
Maybe it was because he felt that Fu Xiting would not make any jokes with them.
If they report the news blindly, they will have a 100% chance of getting a lawsuit.
Fu Xiting stepped into the office building.
I thought the atmosphere on the office building road would be chaotic, but in fact, it didn't.
Everyone is busy with their own affairs.
He went up, just bumped into the police officer coming down.
Fu Xiting may not know each other, but Fu Xiting's complexion is as deep as their hearts.
Mr. Fu came out politely.
Fu Xiting stopped in his footsteps, and the man's forbearing emotions were already on the verge of collapse, as if a tsunami was about to rush.
He spoke in a low voice, his voice more depressed than usual: "I don't want to hear any uncertain remarks until the results of the investigation are clear."
This is a warning.
Everyone knows.
The police officer nodded, expressing his understanding.
When Fu Xiting opened the door of the office and went in, he saw Jiang Yi standing by the window smoking a cigarette.
From the two windows of the office, looking out on the left, there are groups of media, while on the right, looking out are flowers blooming in April, and sycamore trees sprouting new buds on the roadside,
Fu Xiting stared at Jiang Yi's back.
Covered with anger and eager to rush out to find the culprit.
When Fu Xiting looked at Jiang Yi, there was unstoppable love in his eyes, but this love was a little restrained.
The man slowly stepped forward to smoke the cigarette in her hand.
The woman standing by the window lowered her eyes slowly, and when she saw the pair of leather shoes behind her, she knew that Fu Xiting was coming.
The man casually threw the cigarette on the wooden floor, then raised his foot to crush it.
The creaking of the soles of the shoes and the wooden floor sounds tingling.
Jiang Yi's body was slowly broken by the man.
The man's palm fell on her cheek, holding her face, pressing his forehead against his, and his hoarse voice was somewhat restrained: "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Jiang Yi's tone was low, and his voice was forbearance: "I know."
Fu Xiting let go of one hand and held her fingertips, wanting to speak a thousand words, but in the end they all turned into one sentence after another: "Why?"
Why?
Of course it is for those who follow themselves and eventually die.
She can let go of her own death, but others—why?
"He won't die, I feel uneasy, this is my responsibility," Jiang Yi said in a calm tone like an emotionless machine.
"They are your responsibility, what about me? Eh? Yiyi, what about me?"
Fu Xiting slowly tightened his palm holding her, and the words that were almost gnashing his teeth made Jiang Yi's mind snap from the strings of the piano.
She didn't dare to look directly at the man's face.
She knew that if things were revealed, Fu Xiting might suffer the most.
"Every step of my life I took was planned with you, but you never thought about me, did you? Revenge is your responsibility? What about your husband? No?"
"I owe them that, and I have to pay it back." The dozens of lives on the plane were all because of her, and she couldn't ignore it.
It would be fine if Zhao Zhen didn't show up in front of her, but unfortunately, this man was swaying in front of her, and she couldn't help her desire to kill for a while.
Jiang Yi wanted to push Fu Xiting away, but he didn't want to be pulled into his arms by the man: "What do you owe them? What about me? I'll cover for you, realize your dreams for you, and settle down your parents. Don't you owe me this?" ?”
"Jiang Yi, if you break the law, you must be sentenced to life imprisonment now."
"It's just a life sentence, do you know how much I'm suffering?"
"When I don't know who the enemy is, I can still paralyze myself for the time being, but after I know who the enemy is, in countless midnight dreams, I will dream that I have solved him by myself. Do you know that kind of friend? The pain of the dead enemy still alive? I even wanted to kill him in my dream, Fu Xiting, a dozen lives, do you know? Those dozens of lives died for me, if Zhao Zhenruo is sensible, It’s fine if you don’t come to hang around me, but——he appears in front of me again and again, reminding me every moment that the big revenge has not been avenged.”
"You said, how can I not kill him?"
"You said, how could I let him get away with it?"
Jiang Yi grabbed Fu Xiting by the collar, trembling all over.
It was completely opposite to the calmness shown in front of Wen Sirui just now.
"I can't wait to cut him into pieces, chop up his flesh and blood, and feed it to the dogs. This is the scene I dream about every night before I go to bed. If I don't realize it, I will never be happy." , In my dreams, I want him to pay the price, I want him to die, I want him to pay with blood, Fu Xiting, tell me, the enemy is standing in front of me, can I think of anything else?"
"When he appeared in front of me this morning, his first reaction was to kill him. There is no other way. Can you understand the pain of seeing parents with white hair and black hair with white hair? Can you understand that your parents love each other and live happily, but you can’t recognize them? Do you know? When I watched Yi Tian miss Jiang Yi, my heart was like a knife, and when I saw my parents see things and think about others, I My heart was pierced like a knife, but the perpetrators of all this did not pay the due price, and I even saw them rampant in front of me. Why should people who should not die die, but people who should not live are alive? "
Jiang Yi's angry roar rang out in the office.
The tearful look made Fu Xiting's forbearance and coldness a little weaker.
He hysterically told his pain.
Gripping Fu Xiting's collar tightly seems to be grasping the life-saving straw in life, grasping the duckweed on the sea.
It seemed as if he would disappear as soon as he let go.
Jiang Yi cried to death.
She prostrated herself on Fu Xiting's chest, her choking sound was like a mournful cry at midnight, like a ghost singing.
Unreconciled, wronged, angry, one after another.
Her mood today is not as agitated and self-controlled as that rainy night.
But not half a point better.
Trembling all over, almost unable to stand still.
"There are thousands of knots in my heart, how should I love someone?"
"I haven't realized it in my life, how can I talk about love to you? Zhao Zhen is not dead, I can't be safe."
Fu Xiting stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Yilou into his arms.
The man's chin was buried in her shoulder socket. He stood here without saying a word, but the turmoil in his heart was like an earthquake.
He pressed her into his arms, his palms trembling with such strength.
Fu Xiting's jaw was tense this day, and he made a decision that he had never imagined in his life.
He never thought that one day he would lose his mind on the road of love.
Never thought that there is such a woman in this world who can disrupt the rhythm of his life and make him willingly give up his principles and bottom line.
He said: "Okay, then let him die."
The short six words are Fu Xiting's promise to Jiang Yi.
This kind of promise, Fu Xiting has never made a promise to a second woman in his life.
He lost himself in this not-so-long marriage.
Forgot all the rules, guidelines, and bottom lines that he had set in the 30 years of his first half of his life, just because today, his lover hugged him and cried hysterically, telling his unwillingness, grievance and anger.
After a year, he never seriously expressed the three words "I love you" to Jiang Yi.
But everything he does is based on his love for her.
Fulfill her previous life's dream and take care of her parents.
This pile of piles is one by one, and it is impossible for others to pick out any one by itself.
Outside the house, Fang Chi was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette, listening to Jiang Yi's roar, lowering his eyes slightly, his back tensed, and he didn't know how to comment on this matter for a while.
A girl, even if she sits in a high position, is still just a girl. Faced with the ups and downs in life, as well as these anecdotes that ordinary people can't think of, she is brave enough to come to this day.
He feels distressed about Jiang Yi.
Obviously everyone is mortal.
But some people's life experience is really fateful. What we see and what others experience are two completely different worlds.
Those people who look sunny and lively on the surface, are actually riddled with holes and dilapidated inside.
What makes them persist is the hatred given to them in these long years.
The enemy is still alive, she cannot die.
Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi are the same kind of person.
The reason why he can understand Jiang Yi so well is because he has experienced the path Jiang Yi is taking now.
On this day, Jiang Yi didn't know how he got back to Yu Garden.
All she knew was that when she woke up, she saw Suxin sitting in the bedroom.
She frowned and opened her eyelids, just after a while, Suxin came over.
"Miss is awake?"
Jiang Yi's dizzy mind has not yet come back, and he looks around, but he has not seen Fu Xiting.
Su Xin seemed to understand, and said softly: "Mr. is having a meeting downstairs, my lady will wait a moment."
Suxin turned and went downstairs to call Fu Xiting.
After a while, the man went upstairs and saw Jiang Yi lying on his side on the bed, with one arm hanging in the air beside the bed.
The shoulder-length hair was casually scattered behind the head.
"Are you awake?" Fu Xiting approached and stuffed her arms into the quilt.
squatted on the edge of the bed and kissed her cheek.
"What's wrong with me?"
Jiang Yi's voice is weak.
"Temporary fainting caused by emotional agitation," Fu Xiting told Jiang Yi the truth while rubbing his throat.
Jiang Yi was lying on the bed, feeling weak and unable to lift herself up. The waking up this afternoon was only a short one.
Fu Xiting saw the person's eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to force himself not to fall asleep, he reached out and touched Jiang Yi's head: "Sleep!"
The long eyelashes fluttered, and she seemed to want to struggle.
The man leaned over slightly, his moist lips fell on her cheeks, and his warm palms fell on her back, patting and coaxing her gently.
"Sir," Suxin, who was waiting outside the door, saw Fu Xiting coming out, her tone was suppressed, as if she was afraid of disturbing the hostess inside.
"Go in and wait, wake up and call me."
On this day, Fu Xiting became extremely busy because of Zhao Zhen's affairs.
Just went downstairs, Fang Chi came in from the courtyard,
"Sir, someone took it over."
Fu Xiting looked at Yi Tian who was standing behind him, and nodded slightly: "Mother."
The word mother made Jiang Yi stunned for a moment.
He never imagined that one day this tall man would call her mother.
Jiang Yi is not her daughter, but Fu Xiting is willing to call her mother.
This made Yi Tian have mixed feelings for a while.
"What about Yiyi? Are you okay?"
Fu Xiting was wearing a white shirt this day, standing in the living room of Yu Garden, responding to Yi Tian's words like a parent telling the teacher about his child's situation.
"Just fell asleep, don't rush to look up, let the servant take you down to rest."
Fu Xiting's brainstorm lasted extremely long.
From noon until dark.
And after Jiang Yi woke up in a daze once in the afternoon, she slept until dusk fell.
At seven o'clock, Suxin watched the sky darken.
Just when she was about to get up, she heard the hostess on the bed whimpering, as if she was caught in a nightmare.
She yelled several times but there was no response.
So, she got up and hurried downstairs.
It happened that the vice presidents of Dongting Group left.
She hurriedly called out.
The man strode upstairs, his tone was steady, but his pace was hasty: "What's wrong?"
"The wife seems to be paralyzed."
(end of this chapter)