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Chapter 815: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (28)

The next afternoon, Haiyuan City Airport.

The roar of engines echoed on the runway. Outside the huge glass windows, planes streaked across the sky, leaving long white trails.

Song Yuesheng stood in front of the security checkpoint, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of his boarding pass, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him, wearing a well-ironed suit and with sharp eyebrows.

Fu Yunzhi put one hand in his pocket and used the other hand to casually adjust her scarf. His fingertips occasionally brushed her chin with a subtle intimacy.

He chuckled and said firmly, "Don't worry, he can't touch you."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly asked softly: "Are you so sure you can beat him?"

They both knew who this "he" was.

Fu Yunzhi's eyes darkened, and he pinched her cheek with his knuckles, not too hard or too soft, but with an obvious warning: "I haven't even left yet, and you're leaning towards him?"

He leaned forward, his breath brushing her ears hotly, "If I really use the Fu family to pressure him, are you going to fight me to the death, huh?"

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head away calmly to avoid his breath, but in her mind she had already quickly weighed the power of the two families.

The Si family has been entrenched in the business and political circles for many years, and so has the Fu family. If they really clash head-on, it is not certain that either of them will gain the upper hand.

She pursed her lips and said calmly: "Fu Yunzhi, there are so many women in the world, one more is enough for me." After a pause, she added, "Besides, you got what you wanted last night."

Fu Yunzhi stared at her and suddenly laughed out of anger.

"What I want is your heart," he said in a low, hoarse voice, with a hint of gritted teeth, "When have you ever given it to me?"

He raised his hand, hooked his fingertips around her collar, and pulled it down, revealing the dark red bite mark on the side of her neck. He ran his fingertips over it heavily, "You little liar, you lie without even thinking."

Song Yuesheng felt pain, frowned and slapped his hand away.

Fu Yunzhi took his hand back and pushed her shoulder, saying impatiently, "Go away! If you stay any longer, I'll be sent to the hospital because of you."

Song Yuesheng said nothing more, turned around and went through security with his suitcase.

Until her figure disappeared at the end of the security check passage, Fu Yunzhi still stood there, staring solemnly in that direction. His chest felt like it was blocked by a ball of cotton, and it was stuffy and painful.

——Until the phone suddenly vibrated.

He lowered his eyes and saw that it was Song Yuesheng calling.

"You miss me so much before the plane even takes off." He answered the phone, his tone deliberately frivolous.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds before her calm voice came: "I thought about it and still think I should tell you who he is."

"Who?"

"Si Shu."

Fu Yunzhi sneered: "I don't care about Si Shu, Wang Shu, Chen Shu..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly paused, as if someone had grabbed his throat. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"Si Shu? The second-generation rich man who puts anyone who offends him into a mental hospital?"

"Ah."

Song Yuesheng responded indifferently from the other end of the phone, as if they were just discussing today's weather.

Fu Yunzhi's temples were throbbing, and a surge of anger rushed to his head. His voice suddenly rose: "How did you, a person from Yuncheng, get involved with Si Shu? When did he force you to drink? Or did someone tell you that you could exchange your life for resources?"

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and almost yelled, "Are you crazy? How can you mess with someone like that?!"

The only response he got was a busy tone after the call was hung up.

Fu Yunzhi froze in place, holding the phone tightly in his palm until his knuckles turned white.

Bye?

She actually died?

Does she know...what kind of lunatic Si Shu is? !

Fu Yunzhi was about to call back, but the phone screen lit up first - it was a call from Song Yuesheng.

He quickly picked up the phone, and before he could say anything, he heard her calm voice coming from the receiver: "Just listen to me first."

Her tone was steady, as if she had anticipated his reaction. "Although I still have a year before graduation, I am still a student at Qingchuan Drama Academy in S City. As for the rest..."

She paused, her tone somewhat tentative, "You know the hotel and room number where I live, haven't you checked my past?"

Fu Yun subconsciously retorted: "You are right under my nose, why would I check your past?"

He loosened his tie irritably and forced himself to change the subject: "Don't beat around the bush. When you get to S City, send me a message and I'll send someone to pick you up."

There was a soft hum from the other end of the line: "Hmm?"

"Hmm what?" Fu Yunzhi's voice suddenly rose, attracting the attention of the surrounding passengers.

He lowered his voice, emphasizing each word: "Going to a mental hospital is just an appetizer for Si Shu. He is a hundred times more terrifying than you think. You must stay away from him, or you will die without knowing how."

In the waiting hall, Song Yuesheng looked at the huge flight information screen, tapping the armrest of the seat with his fingertips from time to time.

The cold light of the screen reflected on her face, making her expression particularly calm: "...Is it because you are not as simple as you seem? People of the same kind are most likely to recognize their opponents?"

This sentence was like a silent punch, hitting Fu Yunzhi's soft spot.

His Adam's apple rolled and he was speechless for a moment.

He is too sharp when he should not be smart, and too confused when he should be clear-headed, which is annoying.

What's wrong with her head?

"I can rest assured if I find someone to pick you up. That's it. I'm hanging up."

Fu Yunzhi ended the call abruptly, pressing his thumb hard on the hang-up button, as if this could stop the anger in his heart.

This is just terrible.

In the past, he could handle the intrigues in the business world calmly, and even watched his opponents dig their own graves with a smile. But there were some people - some things - he couldn't give in, and couldn't give in.

In the past, he could turn a blind eye to the intrigues in the business world.

But some people are the bottom line, a forbidden zone that cannot be compromised.

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and took a deep breath of the air with the unique smell of disinfectant in the airport.

When he opened his eyes again, they were cold and fierce. His fingertips quickly slid across the secondary card phone and dialed a number.

"Xiao Tao." Fu Yunzhi's voice was like ice. "I'm going to the S City Airport to pick up a woman at 4 pm."

He paused, and spoke each word with great emphasis. "I want you to follow her closely for 24 hours, using any method you can. Report any signs of trouble immediately."

An exaggerated gasp came from the other end of the phone: "Ah?... Third brother, I am a woman, but I like men. And why does your request sound like that of a perverted stalker?"

"You're not going?" Fu Yunzhi's voice instantly dropped octaves.

"Go away!" Xiao Tao immediately became timid, but his gossiping spirit was still burning, "So what... is it the third sister-in-law?"

She was answered by a crisp busy tone.

A minute later, Xiao Tao's phone vibrated.

She casually swiped the screen, but the moment she saw the photo clearly, she screamed and fell to the ground with her chair.

"What's going on?" Sister Zhen lifted the curtain of the inner room and was startled by the noise.

"No, it's okay!" Xiao Tao hurriedly got up and pretended to organize the small scale for weighing medicine, but his eyes kept drifting towards the clinic.

Through the half-open door, one could see Xu Yanheng's slender fingers steadily and accurately inserting the silver needle into the patient's acupuncture point. A piece of thin wrist bone was revealed at the cuff of his white coat. His focused profile attracted the frequent glances of several girls in the waiting area.

Xiao Tao wailed in his heart.

Who in the entire Jishiditang doesn’t know that Dr. Xu and Student Song are a match made in heaven?

If it weren't for the summer vacation and Song was away filming a movie, Dr. Xu would have gone to see her a long time ago.

Xiao Tao stared at the bright smiling face in the aquarium on the mobile phone screen, and then stole a glance at the gentle figure in the clinic. He felt that the Codonopsis pilosula in his hand was about to make him sweat.

Ouch.

Brother San, aren’t you trying to steal someone’s girl? How could you do such a wicked thing?