He finally found a chance to stand in front of Gu Qixiao, but Gu Qixiao’s expression was cold and indifferent as he looked at him.
"If you have sothing to say, just say it quickly. You’ve got five minutes. My ti is limited, and I don’t have the leisure to keep entangling with you here."
He had no interest in hearing about their family matters.
Wang Fuyu understood this very well, so he tread carefully. "I understand what you an. What I wanted to ask is if you could release my son first. We can handle everything privately. There’s no need to blow this out of proportion."
He was extrely cautious about how he handled this matter.
But how could Gu Qixiao possibly let this slide so easily?
"Do you think what your son did is a small issue? My fiancée was nearly struck on the head by him with a rod, and now you’re asking to release him? That’s far too simplistic."
He had never intended to let the man go.
Moreover, Ji Yu was so important to him. How could he soften his resolve when it ca to such matters?
Upon hearing this, Wang Fuyu’s heart sank once again. He silently cursed Wang Baiquan for being so reckless as to dare to harm Gu Qixiao’s fiancée. Did the man have a death wish?
"It’s true, my son was wrong in this matter, but we’re willing to compensate Miss Ji. I just hope, President Gu, that you won’t make a permanent decision on this right now."
What he cared about most was getting his son out first and dealing with the rest later.
But how could Gu Qixiao so readily agree?
"Ji Yu’s matters are my matters. Him bullying Yu is the sa as bullying . Your ti is up—hurry and leave. Let be clear: there’s no way your son is getting out anyti soon. You’d better prepare yourself."
His tone was resolute as he stared at the man in front of him, making his stance clear.
Wang Fuyu dared not provoke Gu Qixiao further, but the man’s repeated emphasis on matters concerning Ji Yu gave him an idea.
People often say that won are more soft-hearted, so he decided to go directly to Ji Yu.
Ji Yu wasn’t at all surprised by his visit.
"Miss Ji, have rcy on an old man like . My son was indeed in the wrong, but we’re willing to compensate. I beg you to let it go this ti. Please be magnanimous and forgive him—I swear he won’t disturb your lives again."
He swore earnestly, revealing his utter desperation, having run out of other options.
But Ji Yu wasn’t convinced that they’d truly let things rest. "Whatever you and your family think isn’t my concern. My view is simple: don’t cause trouble. I despise situations like this. We’re all adults—when you make a mistake, you must pay the price."
If Wang Baiquan had been a child, perhaps there might have been a different outco. But Ji Yu most loathed parents who indulged their children in causing trouble and then only knew how to beg for leniency in the aftermath.
Do they not realize that while so situations can be rediated, others, if they happen, leave lifelong regrets?
"Miss Ji, you can see that I’m already old, and I only have this one son. If sothing happens to him, my life is over."
He had beco a father late in life, which led him to indulge his son just a little more. Yet he never imagined this indulgence would lead to such a disaster. Heaven knew how much heartache he felt at this mont.
Ji Yu looked at his pitiful state and remained silent for a mont before speaking. "So that’s his excuse for raising his hand against soone? I shudder to think what would’ve happened if he had targeted soone without power. What would have beco of that person? Frankly, your words are irresponsible."
It wasn’t that she enjoyed being harsh—rather, Wang Baiquan didn’t seem like a first-ti offender. His sense of entitlent surely ca from being indulged by soone like his father.
Would he really not have known about this behavior?
It was only because they had stumbled against soone formidable this ti that they had no choice but to confront the issue.
"What you’ve done is utterly vile. This is the first ti I’ve realized there are such ugly things in the world. But whatever—you have nothing left to say to . Just make sure you don’t cause any more trouble."
She didn’t plan to let anyone off and wasn’t about to soften her stance because of his impassioned words.
"Miss Ji, you’re just a young woman—don’t bully an old man like . I know this whole thing is wrong, but my child can’t be locked up like this. If you insist, it will be the end of ."
He looked as though he were suffering terribly, but Ji Yu could only think of those who had already been wronged. Faced with such situations, how could they have resisted?
Most of them never even had the chance to fight back.
"You can keep putting on this ’pitiful old man’ act, but it won’t make a difference. If you’re so eager, you’re welco to go sit in jail with your son. That’s fine by ."
She had little interest in arguing further.
But that didn’t an she wouldn’t act decisively.
"The reason I had your son detained isn’t just because of . I know you think this is unfair, but what your son did will only harm more people. Keeping him locked up is the best outco."
Ji Yu wasn’t inclined to continue debating the issue.
"Tian, see him out."
There was no point in dragging this on further.
Everyone had the sa objectives, though achieving them boiled down to whose resolve was stronger.
At this mont, Wang Fuyu fell into utter despair. He had never imagined encountering such a difficult adversary. If he wanted to deal with Ji Yu, it would take considerable ti and effort. Most importantly, she had strong support backing her.
He could only resort to one last, desperate tactic.
As Ji Yu stepped outside, he suddenly knelt before her.
He appeared thoroughly pitiful.
"Miss Ji, please release my son! I know he made mistakes, but we’ve compensated for everything. Please don’t keep him locked up. I’m just a heartbroken old father!"
Ji Yu looked at his tearful display and couldn’t help but laugh in anger. "Do you really think this tactic will work?"
All this wailing was rely ant to deceive those ignorant of the truth.
Although he did look pitiful in this mont, how could soone like this be worthy of sympathy?
Ji Yu stared coldly at the man before her. "If you want to cry, suit yourself, but don’t block my path. This matter isn’t open for discussion. Even if you try to use public pressure to crush , the fact remains that it was your son who was in the wrong."
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