CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 157: DESIGNING QIN SHENG

Wu Shi glared coldly at Qin Sheng.

He crossed his long legs and stood firmly before Qin Sheng, his eyes full of provocation.

"You personally came here to kneel and apologize to Miss Fu? Kneeling right here will do. Sincerity works wonders. I think Miss Fu will take the time to consider whether or not to forgive you."

Qin Sheng retorted, "You’re just a dog she keeps. How dare you be so arrogant?"

"A bit more arrogant than you. At least I don’t need to beg Miss Fu. You, on the other hand, do."

Xiaomei, listening from the windowsill, silently gave Wu Shi a thumbs-up.

Normally, Wu Shi didn’t talk much; he usually only spoke with Fu Bing. With others, it was basically "Hmm," "Yes," "Okay." She hadn’t expected him to be so capable in a verbal confrontation. Qin Sheng was as detestable as Qin Jinhai, perhaps even more repugnant. Yet even with their slight achievements now, in the eyes of those elite families, they mattered little; no one took them seriously. The heritage and foundation of top-tier families cannot be explained in a few mere words. Top-tier families are like great trees; their trunks and branches above ground are already formidable. And unseen beneath the earth, a massive network of roots spreads far and wide, continuously. How could they be so easy to deal with? Her sister must have considered all this before deciding to avoid a direct confrontation with the Qin Family, choosing instead to quickly establish her own base in Jiangnan. Unexpectedly, Qin Sheng had actually shown up.

Qin Sheng had no patience to talk to a dog. He said, "Call Fu Bing out. I have something to discuss with her."

"Miss Fu doesn’t want to talk to a dog. As it happens, I’m her watchdog, so we’re the same species. Let’s chat," Wu Shi said, with no intention of calling anyone.

"Don’t push your luck!" Qin Sheng was already enraged.

"You’re on my territory causing trouble; I don’t have to give you any face," Wu Shi said, then struck at Qin Sheng.

Qin Sheng didn’t dodge; the bodyguards behind him blocked Wu Shi’s attack.

Soon, the bodyguards were all down.

Qin Sheng observed Wu Shi’s fighting style; it was different from Qin Jinhai’s.

No matter how much a person changes, decades of martial arts training are unmistakable. Qin Jinhai’s martial arts were grand and sweeping, free and unrestrained. Wu Shi’s style was simple and brutal, focused on felling an opponent in a single strike.

Qin Sheng waved his hand, and the bodyguards who had been tangling with Wu Shi retreated behind him, injured.

"Call Fu Bing out. I have important matters to discuss with her. Otherwise, she’ll bear the consequences."

Fu Bing, standing by the study window, had been watching Qin Sheng all along.

Qin Sheng and Qin Jinhai didn’t look much alike; Qin Jinhai resembled Li Yuan more.

Qin Sheng looked up, his eyes meeting Fu Bing’s through the glass.

"Don’t you want to know why I was so determined to destroy you back then?"

Fu Bing clenched her fist. "Since you’re so eager to talk, I’ll reluctantly give you a chance. Wu Shi, take him to the screening room."

Wu Shi expressionlessly led Qin Sheng inside.

Aunt Ning personally prepared a pot of tea and showed Wu Shi how to serve it.

Wu Shi glanced down at the dark tea, then slammed the teapot and tray down heavily beside Qin Sheng.

Tea splashed onto Qin Sheng’s sleeve, but Wu Shi pretended not to notice.

Fu Bing, having witnessed the scene, said nothing.

She sat opposite Qin Sheng. "Speak."

"Your medical skills are quite impressive. To think you could recover from such a severe car accident and stand again like a normal person."

"Mr. Qin, don’t get complacent," Fu Bing said slowly and deliberately. "When I get the chance, I’ll let you experience the same kind of car accident. You’d better stay on your toes. Don’t let your guard down for a second, or you might just lose your life."

"You’ve gathered quite a lot of information."

"To protect myself, I had to be extra vigilant."

Qin Sheng glanced at her.

Fu Bing was indeed the best match he had ever seen for Qin Jinhai. Their appearances and demeanors were too perfectly suited. No wonder Qin Jinhai could never stop thinking about her.

"My reason for framing you back then was simple: your existence was an obstacle to me. I spent over twenty years nurturing my son. However, because of you, he constantly went against me, preventing many of my plans from succeeding. I couldn’t bring myself to harm my own son, so I had to target you. I never imagined that even after I had you thrown into prison, he would still find ways to get close to you, making our relationship even worse."

Fu Bing had already guessed as much. But hearing her three years of suffering spoken of so lightly by Qin Sheng still made her scalp tingle. Her catastrophic disaster was, in others’ eyes, nothing more than a mere annoyance!

"He evaded my surveillance to visit you in prison, trying to make things a little easier for you. He was extremely careful not to let me find out, because if I had, you would have been subjected to even more brutal torture."

"When your son died, he was deep in the border jungle, carrying out a kill for me. That time, he was missing for a month and nearly died in the dense jungle. By the time he returned, it was already too late."

The past, dredged up so unexpectedly, pierced Fu Bing with a pain so sharp it felt like she was bleeding.

"At that time, he fought with me in the Qin Family home and almost succeeded in killing me," Qin Sheng spoke as if discussing someone else’s affairs. "He didn’t dare kill me because I’m one of the few people who know about your parentage. He was afraid that if I died, you would never be able to find your family..."

"He’s faking his death now, also to search for clues about your parentage from the shadows."

Qin Sheng said coldly, "Qin Jinhai has wronged everyone, but he has never wronged you."

"You came here just to tell me this?"

"You’re overthinking it. I came because I don’t want you forming an alliance with the Feng Family. If you become involved with them, I will immediately destroy all clues regarding your parentage."

Fu Bing maintained her composure. "Have you ever considered that you might have miscalculated one possibility?"

"What?"

"I’m not that interested in my parentage."

Qin Sheng’s gaze hardened, and as comprehension dawned, his expression turned venomous.

"Say that again."

Even Wu Shi couldn’t help but look at Fu Bing more intently.

She didn’t want to know her parentage?

A derisive light flashed in Fu Bing’s eyes. "If I had relatives, and if they were looking for me, it’s impossible they wouldn’t have found me in over twenty years. I’m not some obscure, ordinary person; I’m one of the most famous actresses in the world. Unless my entire family is blind, they would have seen me on television, online, or in other media. No one has contacted me all these years. I believe my family no longer exists."

"Taking a huge step back, even if they are all alive and not blind, what good would finding them do? How could we bridge a gap of more than twenty years? Kinship is more than just a thin blood tie. There’s no value in simply finding people if the connection isn’t there."

"Whatever information you’re holding onto is meaningless to me. Whether you keep it or burn it is your decision."

Fu Bing finished speaking, then her expression suddenly shifted.

"Qin Sheng, you ruined me, you drove my mother to her death, and you caused the death of my child! It’s time to settle this account!"

To Qin Sheng, Fu Bing’s words seemed to move in slow motion. Her lips moved, opening and closing, but he couldn’t see or hear clearly.

Qin Sheng’s body involuntarily collapsed.

Fu Bing swiftly withdrew the needle that had pierced Qin Sheng’s fingertips.

The crimson blood seemed to carry an icy chill, even under the sunlight.

Wu Shi looked on in astonishment.

He had been observing her closely, yet he hadn’t seen when she’d produced the needle.

Wu Shi disdainfully kicked the unconscious Qin Sheng. "What should we do with him?"

"Lock him up!"

Xiaomei knocked on the door. "Sister, Mrs. Su is here!"