RPAGF Chapter 223 Throw them out!
Chapter 223 Throw them out!
Grandpa Fu was sitting upright in that simple and dignified armchair, holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads tightly in his hand. The beads slowly turned on his fingertips, as if this could calm the turmoil in his heart.
His face appeared calm, but his slightly trembling fingers and tightly pursed lips betrayed his tension.
Lin Qingran stood to the side, her posture upright.
She looked directly at Old Master Fu, breaking the suffocating silence.
“Old Master Fu, there are some things you may think you can hide from the world, but you will eventually have to face them.”
Old Master Fu's face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm.
His eyes narrowed, flashing with anger, as he stared intently at Lin Qingran, his voice low and hoarse.
"You youngster, don't talk nonsense!"
Lin Qingran sneered, her smile carrying a hint of mockery.
"Nonsense? You think nobody knows about your past with your first love?"
Upon hearing the words "first love," a barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in Grandpa Fu's eyes, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that distant yet unforgettable era.
At that time, he was young and impetuous, full of longing for love and yearning for free marriage.
His first love was a girl from an ordinary family. She had two shallow dimples when she smiled, and her eyes always sparkled with a lively light.
They used to stroll hand in hand through the streets and alleys, dreaming about their future life. He once vowed that even if they were from different social classes, as long as their hearts were together, nothing could separate them.
However, fate played a cruel joke on him at this moment. The family feud, like a surging undercurrent, dragged him into an endless vortex.
His younger brother, through a marriage alliance, gained the powerful support of the Le Chang family and gradually rose to prominence within the Fu Group, attracting an increasing number of supporters. This deeply wounded the pride and self-esteem of Old Master Fu, a man who had always been competitive.
At a family dinner, the two brothers got completely drunk, and their long-simmering conflict finally erupted.
They accused each other, insulted each other, and even fought.
His father's words, "A good-for-nothing like you, with your jealous nature, will never be an heir," were like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.
That night, he returned to the place he shared with his first love, and his anger and resentment made him lose his temper.
He roared at his first love, "Look at you! You come from a humble background and can't help me at all! Now even my father is giving up on me, all because of you!"
Her first love stared wide-eyed, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at the man before her, who had once been so gentle and affectionate, in disbelief. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
The two argued fiercely, and things in the house were smashed and broken into pieces.
The next morning, when Old Master Fu awoke from his hangover, he found the house in disarray, and his first love had vanished without a trace. He searched for her for a long time, but to no avail. Meanwhile, the family feud reached its climax, and the allure of power gradually led him astray.
He began to numb himself, telling himself that his first love had left him on her own initiative, and that he could pursue other things.
Later, he met Fu Xiuheng's grandmother and they soon got married.
With the help of his wife's powerful family background and his own decisive methods, he won the power struggle and became the sole person in charge of the Fu Group.
However, fate played another trick on him. When his son turned three, he learned about his first love.
It turned out that his first love had been waiting for him to come home that night, wanting to tell him the good news that she was pregnant, but what she got in return was a heartless argument.
My first love died in childbirth, leaving behind only that child.
Over the years, to save face, Old Master Fu has ignored his son who had been living away from home, only giving him money as a benefactor and never caring about his life.
These are the things that Old Master Fu least wants others to know.
Now that Lin Qingran had exposed him, Old Master Fu felt utterly humiliated.
"You're talking nonsense!" Old Master Fu suddenly stood up and roared hoarsely.
"Even if that were true, it's not your place, you bastard, to criticize me!"
His voice echoed in the room, carrying an unquestionable authority and deep contempt.
Bo Ye, who was standing next to Lin Qingran, was instantly enraged. Like an angry lion, he took a step forward, his tall figure almost blocking Lin Qingran out of sight.
His eyes were wide open like copper bells as he stared intently at Old Master Fu, veins bulging on his forehead, as he roared angrily.
"Old Master Fu, who are you calling a bastard? Watch your words!"
Every word that Bo Ye uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with dissatisfaction and anger towards Old Master Fu.
Old Master Fu gave a disdainful sneer, the sound of which seemed particularly jarring in the quiet room.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt, and pointed at Lin Qingran with his finger, saying viciously.
"That's her! Lin Qingran! She's not Zhou Lan and Shen Pei'an's child, she's just an illegitimate child, what else could she be but a bastard?"
His words were like cold, sharp blades, mercilessly piercing Lin Qingran.
Bo Ye laughed in extreme anger, his laughter tinged with mockery and sorrow.
His chest heaved violently as he loudly questioned, "If illegitimate children are considered bastards, then wouldn't you, Old Master Fu, have become a sower of seeds back then? Don't forget, you yourself also have a shameful past!"
The temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point instantly, and everyone was shocked by Susukino's words.
Grandpa Fu looked as if he had been slapped hard across the face, his face turning pale and then red.
He was trembling with rage, waving his hands in the air as if trying to grab something to vent his anger.
"Throw them both out!"
He shouted orders at his bodyguards, his voice hoarse and unpleasant with anger.
The bodyguards immediately surrounded them, but Lin Qingran and Bo Ye showed no sign of backing down.
Lin Qingran stood still, looking at Old Master Fu with a firm gaze.
Bo Ye then turned to protect Lin Qingran, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and fearlessness.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bow, ready to snap at any moment.
The bodyguards rushed forward like wolves and tigers, their movements swift and agile, their eyes revealing coldness and determination, as if they were about to tear Lin Qingran and Bo Ye to pieces in the next second.
Lin Qingran remained completely still.
She slightly raised her chin, her eyes piercing through the air as she stared intently into Old Master Fu's eyes.
There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a scrutiny and questioning.