RPAGF Chapter 321 Kissed Him
Chapter 321 Kissed Him
However, the moment he saw Wen Zhixia, the murderous intent in Fu Ruoshi's eyes instantly disappeared.
Instead, there was a hint of uneasiness, as if she was afraid that she would scare him.
In fact, Wen Zhixia had never been afraid of him. She knew that he was not someone who would easily lose control.
"Grandma is looking for you."
She mouthed it.
Fu Ruoshi nodded to signal her to close the door, then pressed the speakerphone button on Song Ailing's side, took Wen Zhixia's phone and pressed the speakerphone button as well.
"I know Fu Keming is in the ICU. I was stabbed several times in the garage last night. I just woke up and am in the affiliated hospital. I won't die."
He explained the situation briefly and to the point. His deep voice was solemn, but he was restrained and rational.
However, after hearing the news that he was hacked, Song Ailing and Bai Lan remained silent for nearly a minute.
"I'll take care of the rest." Fu Ruoshi continued, "Grandma, you don't have to worry about me. I'm safe now. You don't have to worry about it, and don't get involved in this."
Bai Lan said, "Okay, I'm relieved that you and Xiao Xia are safe. I won't get involved in your conversation. I'm hanging up first."
Fu Ruoshi said to Song Ailing, "You stay in Bincheng with Fu Keming. Contact me by phone. If there is anything urgent, call me. If I don't answer, keep calling. If I don't answer, then something has happened. Go find Liu Zhen."
"You can also come to me..."
Wen Zhixia was about to speak when Fu Ruoshi raised his hand to cover her mouth. "Shut up. No, it's dangerous."
He was seriously injured, and just by saying these few words, beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.
Wen Zhixia understood that she couldn't argue at this critical moment and had to say the most important thing in the shortest time possible.
"I'll stay here." Song Ailing said, "You should also find a safe place to hide. The hospital is not safe."
"Why should I hide?" Fu Ruoshi sneered, "They are the ones who want to hide from me. Well, don't worry about this, just take care of Fu Keming."
Song Ailing agreed, and Fu Ruoshi hung up the phone.
After calming down, he looked out the window without saying a word. His hands, which were supporting the windowsill, were shaking slightly, and his whole body was shrouded in a gloomy black aura.
"Your wound is bleeding, let me help you..."
With a crisp sound, the glass in his hand was crushed by him.
Wen Zhixia was startled.
"Hey!!!"
She watched helplessly as blood gushed out of Fu Ruoshi's palms and hurriedly held him down, "If you want to get angry, just yell!"
Fu Ruoshi was not a person who could endure things. Now that things had come to this point, in the past he would have killed the person who wanted to harm him at all costs.
But he couldn't do that now. He knew clearly that any action he took could cause long-lasting consequences.
He could no longer act without considering the consequences, and for her sake, he had to endure it temporarily.
"Fu Ruoshi!!"
Wen Zhixia looked at his hand that was bleeding from holding the glass shards, and she couldn't persuade him no matter what she did. She was so anxious that she reached out to hold his face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him hard on the lips.
Fu Ruoshi's head buzzed and he was stunned for a moment.
He stared blankly at her, who was determined to do what she wanted. The gentle kiss melted the hardness and murderousness in his eyes. He gave up thinking for a moment, hugged Wen Zhixia's waist, and responded to her kiss with all his strength...
Before they had kissed enough, Wen Zhixia pushed him away.
Fu Ruoshi was still not satisfied, so he held the back of her head and asked her to come closer again. The moment their lips touched, Wen Zhixia bit the corner of his lips.
"Hiss! What are you doing!" Fu Ruoshi was dissatisfied, "You hurt me, give me another kiss."
"What kiss?" Wen Zhixia wiped her mouth unhappily. "I just wanted to sober you up. Why are you still so drunk?"
Fu Ruoshi also reacted and realized that he was indeed a little drunk.
He only cared about her.
Wen Zhixia pushed Fu Ruoshi away and said, "Sit on the bed. I'll bandage your hand."
Fu Ruoshi was still not satisfied.
This kiss did indeed bring back his consciousness and his ambition to kill everyone.
"Actually, I was lying to you too. I want to apologize." Wen Zhixia explained as she bandaged him, "I knew the chairman's health was not good as early as when Zhuo Rui got into trouble, but I never told you."
Fu Ruoshi was still savoring the kiss. He was stunned by Wen Zhixia's slightly flushed cheeks and didn't care at all whether she had lied to him or not.
"Also, I've been investigating the cause of my parents' death for quite some time now," Wen Zhixia continued. "A lot of evidence suggests that their deaths are related to the Xin Coal Mine disaster. And the major shareholder of Xin Coal is Zhao Zhengrong. When you ran into me at your house the other day, I was actually discussing how to handle this matter with President Song."
"Anyway, I'm sorry."
She was about to say you can blame me, but Fu Ruoshi grabbed her chin again and kissed her for nearly half a minute.
"Are you done yet?!" Wen Zhixia was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "Be serious!"
After two passionate kisses, Fu Ruoshi felt his heartbeat had stabilized and the pain in his wounds had subsided.
"Don't ever say 'I'm sorry' to me again." He looked at her, eyes full of pity and apology. "It's me who couldn't help you right away. It's me who made you shoulder so much trouble alone. I can't even kowtow to you fast enough, and I still dare to blame you? Am I tired of living?"
"Don't say that," Wen Zhixia helped him wrap his palms, "I have selfish motives. I want to find out about my parents' affairs, but all the clues are converging together."
Next, Wen Zhixia explained to Fu Ruoshi the series of clues related to the Zhao family and the new coal that she had recently investigated.
After finishing the talk, Fu Ruoshi had a clearer idea.
"Based on this analysis, the people who tried to kill me last night were Zhao Zhengrong's men?"
Wen Zhixia: "If they're taking revenge, they're indeed the prime suspect, but isn't Zhao Xiaoning still in the US? Mr. Song told me that he and Xu Hui are married. There's no need for them to wade into this mess during their honeymoon period, right?"
Fu Ruoshi thought for a moment:
Since someone was waiting to kill him, it meant that they knew his movements.
Unfortunately, we were outnumbered last night and were unable to catch the lone person to ask why.
Thinking of this, he called Liu Zhen.
"Have CBD security pull up all the surveillance footage from yesterday," he said. "Come pick me up, and I'll go find someone."
Fu Ruoshi has a photographic memory. He remembers the appearance of the person who chopped him and the one who stabbed him with a needle last night. He can match their faces as soon as he sees them.
After giving the instructions, he called Zhuorui’s public relations department.
"I posted a news story online. Remember the content: Zhuorui CEO stabbed twelve times. The evil forces used brutal methods..."
His thoughts were clear and his information was conveyed accurately and logically. Wen Zhixia immediately understood what he meant.
Even the number of knives was doubled, it was obvious that he wanted to make a big deal out of it.
This was his first step in fighting back.
Create the illusion that he is being targeted to gain attention and sympathy.
More importantly, he has never been widely exposed in the media before. Such a person suddenly speaking out is more credible than those second and third generations who are always making a fuss on the Internet.
Finally, he called Fu Yonglin and the financial director Wang Chong, instructing them to take charge of the company's affairs for the next two days and to keep in touch by phone.
Although he was sweating profusely from the pain all over his body, his tone of voice was still steady, his thoughts were clear, and he was deploying his troops. It was completely impossible to tell that he was someone who had just been stabbed several times.
After saying that, Fu Ruoshi sat on the edge of the bed and rested for a while. He took two painkillers, but did not lie down again.
He didn't take painkillers before.
After recovering, he prepared to go to the CBD to check the surveillance footage, but when he stood up, he found that he was still wearing his hospital gown.
"Where is my handsome suit?" Fu Ruoshi asked subconsciously.
Wen Zhixia felt a little sad but also wanted to laugh when she saw him, with his wound still bleeding, trying to take charge of the situation and cracking jokes. She said, "I washed them, but you still have two sets in my rental house. I'll go get them now."
"Thank you so much for your hard work," Fu Ruoshi regained his cynical expression, "Can you help me fry an omelet? I don't want to eat oil from outside."
"can."
"Thank you, you are really my good wife."
"Who is your good wife?" Wen Zhixia rolled her eyes at him.
"I." Fu Ruoshi said helplessly, "I am your good wife, okay."
"Wait for me here." Wen Zhixia warned before leaving, "Don't open the door if anyone knocks except me. Just pretend to be asleep."
Mr. Fu, who was just in charge of the overall situation, is now being treated like a kindergarten kid.
It's a bit embarrassing.
Fu Ruoshi coughed awkwardly.