Chapter 782: Mr. Fu Won’t Have Any Qualms About It!
Fu Tianci gazed at Little Lu, his lips trembling, yet no sound came out.
The tone that Little Lu used to say “finish him off for good” was as breezy as if he were saying that he was going to the street to buy some fruit. Fu Tianci had never seen such a Little Lu. Despite the familiar and courteous smile on his lips, it gave Fu Tianci the s.h.i.+vers.
It wasn’t until Little Lu nodded at Fu Tianci and turned to leave that he finally spoke up hesitatingly. “Little Lu…”
Little Lu, who was smartly dressed in a suit, turned around and smiled at Fu Tianci. “Young Master Fu.”
“I… If I didn’t exist, Fu Huai’an would be able to inherit the Kaide Corporation smoothly. Fu Huai’an… does he think this way too?” Fu Tianci summoned his courage and asked in a small voice.
It was a question that Fu Tianci had kept bottled up in his heart. He was unwilling to address the issue directly, afraid he might catch some traces and get an answer that he didn’t want. Hence, he didn’t have the courage to mull it over and was happy acting clueless.
But Fu Tianci was now seventeen, turning eighteen, and was about to become an adult. Not thinking about some things didn’t mean they didn’t exist. It was like the thin layer of dust on curtains—usually invisible, yet when someone gently drew the curtains, the dust would become apparent under the sunlight.
Little Lu smiled and said, not answering him directly, “Young Master Fu, Sir holds 53.4% of the Kaide Corporation’s shares and has officially joined the Kaide Corporation’s board of directors!”
Fu Tianci paused.
Owning 53.4% made him the Kaide Corporation’s largest shareholder! An even bigger shareholder than Fu Qingquan!
According to what he said, the Kaide Corporation should be Fu Huai’an’s already.
Fu Tianci heaved a sigh of relief. Watching as Little Lu took Ah Zhan further away, the chilly air swept over the back of Fu Tianci’s neck. Fu Tianci, who was only wearing his school uniform, felt incredibly cold for the first time.
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Li Muyang laid on a bed, an oxygen mask over his nose as he looked at the man with an imposing aura sitting cross-legged on a sofa. The man had one hand placed on the back of the sofa and the other holding a cigarette.
He was wearing a black s.h.i.+rt and formal pants. Under the dim lighting, the facial outline of his side profile appeared tougher and deeper, so deep it was unfathomable.
Li Muyang’s devilishly charming face appeared sickly and drained of all color, yet there was an indescribable soft beauty to it.
He laughed softly, the corners of his lips turning up in a devilishly charming manner.
“How does Mr. Fu intend to deal with me? Are you going to kill me? This is Haicheng… your territory. Furthermore, my entire De Niro family has been killed by me, so there won’t be anyone coming after you to seek revenge for me. Mr. Fu won’t have any qualms about it!”
Amidst the white smoke, Li Muyang could see the smile in Fu Huai’an’s deep eyes intensify.
“But what to do? Everyone knows I hanker after the woman of Gu Qingcheng’s friend! Because I laid a finger on this woman… the head of the De Niro family died in Haicheng. Is there still a need to guess the ident.i.ty of Mr. Moral?” Li Muyang was mildly panting and sounded weak, yet he forced himself to smile. “There’s this saying that if you want to shoot the man, first shoot his horse, and if you want to subdue a thief, catch their leader first! Say… how many people would want to subdue the… leader behind Mr. Gu Qingcheng?”
Fu Huai’an finished his cigarette and extinguished it, then quietly retrieved another cigarette to bite at the corner of his lips, listening as Li Muyang continued…
“Say, by then, would Lin Nuan be willing to lead that kind of life with you, or would she choose to leave you? She’s an extraordinary woman, yet she’s also an ordinary woman at the same time. After going through such trepidation in Iraq, she wants to lead an ordinary life. Mr. Fu… are you able to give her that?”
Tang Zheng, who was leaning against a cabinet with a vase on it, snickered and tapped away his cigarette ash. “You sound like you’re able to give her that!”
“I’m different from Mr. Fu. I’m a licensed army ammunition dealer…” Li Muyang’s smile became more vibrant. “But Mr. Moral… lives in the sewers and deals under the table! Cough cough cough… cough cough.”
Fu Huai’an’s posture was relaxed, and he spoke in a calm and unfathomable tone with his magnetic and deep voice. “Alternatively, I can get my men to send you back to America, making sure that you spend the rest of your life lying in your bed…”
Li Muyang’s expression changed, and the overwhelming beauty that made him prettier than a woman appeared to crack. “Mr. Moral, are you planning to take over my De Niro family?”
Tang Zheng glanced at a vibrating phone and said to Fu Huai’an, “Little Lu brought that rascal back!”
Fu Huai’an nodded and, after an exhale, put out his half-finished cigarette. He then picked up his jacket and slowly got to his feet.
Fu Huai’an’s back faced the windows, which revealed the heavy snow outside. He stood with his back facing the light, and his deep-set facial features were filled with masculine and mature charm.
The man leisurely put on his knitted coat, his tall and broad figure giving off an imposing aura. His gaze, which was as calm as water, was like a gem that had been soaked in moonlight, so deep that it made one’s heart palpitate.
He said, “All thanks to you, who killed the entire De Niro family, there won’t be anyone to seek vengeance for you, so I don’t have any qualms.”
Fu Huai’an returned Li Muyang’s words to him, making it particularly ironic.
Under the blankets, Li Muyang’s hands were tightly gripping his bedsheets, yet he maintained the smile on his lips.
It wasn’t as if Li Muyang didn’t understand what Fu Huai’an was implying…
After Li Muyang safely returned to America, he might no longer be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life, and Fu Huai’an would replace the men around Li Muyang with his own men. The De Niro Company would then effectively be under Fu Huai’an’s control.
“Mr. Fu, your thinking may be oversimplified!” Li Muyang slowly let go of the sheets he was holding tightly. “America isn’t as simple as Mr. Fu thinks. The De Niro family is the supplier of advanced ammunition to the US government. Do you think the US government will allow an outsider to control the De Niro Company?”
“Therefore, I’ll need Mr. Ah Zhan…” Tang Zheng remained unmoving as he leaned against the cabinet. He was holding an ashtray in one hand as he lowered his gaze and tapped away the cigarette ash. He looked up to see the smile on Li Muyang’s lips. “Though Mr. Ah Zhan was only accompanying Mr. Li in the interactions with the US senators at first, I’ve heard that, at this point, Mr. Ah Zhan is the only one meeting them to express your thoughts…”
Li Muyang nodded at Fu Huai’an as he gazed at him with his deep-set eyes. “Hence, Mr. Moral is planning to swallow the entire De Niro family! Will Ah Zhan be subject to your manipulation?”
Ah Zhan was the person that Li Muyang trusted most. In fact, Li Muyang trusted Ah Zhan even more than he trusted himself.
Hearing this, Tang Zheng laughed and straightened his body, then walked to the foot of the bed. “With Mr. Li around, why would he not be subject to manipulation?”
Li Muyang nodded again, his vision turning to the heavy downfall of fluffy snow outside the window. “With my kind of ident.i.ty, the US government will keep strict tabs on the people who have come into contact with me. Mr. Fu, have you thought of the story you’re going to tell them later, since you came seeking me out in such a loud fas.h.i.+on and aboveboard manner?”