The temple throbbed, and Zhou Hecchen didn’t even know how he had fallen to the ground.
All he knew was that the left side of his face was swollen and burning with pain.
As the scent of blood filled the air, Zhou Hecchen bit down on the tooth that had been knocked out in his mouth.
When he looked up again, he t Fu Yanci’s eyes, full of loathing.
As if to say: if it were soone else, you would have died a hundred tis over by now!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and the tooth along with it.
Zhou Hecchen suddenly cracked a smile, "Little uncle, you must wish you could kill , right? Yet you can’t; my mom is your blood sister, my grandma is your dad’s first wife. If you killed , how would you explain it to them? That’s right..."
His tone shifted as Zhou Hecchen looked up into the gaze of Fu Yanci, who towered over him, "What’s it feel like to sleep with a woman your nephew has been with?"
Just from the calm yet icy expression on Fu Yanci’s face, one could tell he hadn’t actually taken that final step with Ye Li.
Zhou Hecchen massaged his swollen cheek, staggering to his feet and collapsing into the sofa, "Your grandfather took care of his brother’s daughter, took her to his own bed, and had you."
"And you, you stole your own nephew’s fiancée. Little uncle, it seems the Fu family’s traditions are passed down indeed!"
Convinced that the worst Fu Yanci would do was beat him savagely, Zhou Hecchen said whatever ugly things he could think of.
Fu Yanci’s expression was dark.
Fu Yanci’s father, Fu Zhengyan, had a daughter with his first wife, who was Zhou Hecchen’s mother, Fu Minghui.
After his first wife passed away and Fu Zhengyan remained single for many years, he married Sang Qing, Fu Yanci’s mother.
Because of the substantial age difference and since Sang Qing was a daughter entrusted to the Fu family after the fall of the Sang family, the entertainnt news revolving around the Fu family beca much livelier than usual during Fu Zhengyan’s remarriage.
There were rumors that Fu Zhengyan had forced the marriage.
Others speculated that Sang Qing, lacking love, married a man who could act as a father for her.
Seven months into the marriage, Sang Qing gave birth to Fu Yanci, and fresh gossip erged, claiming that Sang Qing had been pregnant before marriage, not even three years after her own parents had died.
When Fu Zhengyan died unexpectedly, the rumors multiplied even more.
Later, after the Fu family had finished the funeral arrangents and Sang Qing disappeared from the public eye, with the stern asures of old Mr. Fu, the rumors gradually subsided.
Considering that even if he managed to leave this private room alive today, he would likely be halfway to death’s door.
Zhou Hecchen went all in!
He had been irked by Fu Yanci for a long ti!
As a child, overshadowed by his many golden haloes, and as he grew up, he was constantly asked why the Zhou family, despite the Fu family’s undisputed No.1 status in the Imperial City’s rich circles, still seed so irredeemable.
If only Fu Yanci had extended a helping hand out of old affection, the Zhou family would now be one of the top-ranking rich families.
But in public and private, Fu Yanci seed to have forgotten he had a sister, never lending a hand.
Not only that, but Fu Yanci even wanted to snatch Ye Li from him.
Preparing himself for a beating that might kill him, Zhou Hecchen looked up at Fu Yanci, finding relief.
But his expression was indifferent.
As if he wasn’t the slightest bit angered by the ntion of his unspeakable past.
"This punch, I threw it for Ye Li!"
thodically fastening his cufflinks, Fu Yanci turned and walked towards the door, his voice cold, "You’re not even worth lifting a finger!"
As if he had been dealt a great insult, Zhou Hecchen abruptly stood up, panting heavily as he stared at the receding figure before him.
Thinking of sothing, Zhou Hecchen suddenly looked up.
"Fu Yanci..."
For the first ti, he didn’t call him ’little uncle.’ Zhou Hecchen’s eyes were filled with a sinister light, "You’ve coveted Ye Li for a long ti, haven’t you?"
Fu Yanci’s steps faltered.
But he never turned around.
Nurous images flashed through Zhou Hecchen’s mind in the blink of an eye.
With a shocked expression, he looked up again, but Fu Yanci’s figure had already moved further away.
The private room door closed, and the surroundings quieted down once more, leaving Zhou Hecchen with an expression of utter desolation.
He seed... to already know the answer!
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