Chapter 308: Perform Well to Get the Sweet Rewards

Lu Xiwán forced herself to endure the discomfort of facing Fu He Song, and calmly sat down under his proud gaze.

"I think at this stage you still lack the qualification to negotiate with us."

She pressed down on Fu Sijue's hand, veins bulging, to keep him calm.

Fu He Song sneered disdainfully, "You know better than anyone why I ended up like this—first you crushed my father, then you acquired Xing Song; that's your scheming plot."

Fu Sijue stared coldly at Fu He Song, "Misappropriating company funds, stealing Fu Family Secrets, maliciously acquiring Fu Family Shares—none of those would be enough for him to spend decades in prison?"

Counting them one by one, Fu He Song's complexion also darkened.

"These were all done because you lured my father!"

"Do you have evidence?" Lu Xiwán turned her head, and when Fu Sijue said that, she inexplicably saw a flash of cunning in his eyes.

It's rare to see Fu Sijue's twisted sense of humor, but with Fu He Song as the opponent, Lu Xiwán felt a private satisfaction for a moment.

Fu He Song was choked by that remark, momentarily at a loss for how to reply.

"Since you don't intend to release my father, then return the child to me. Yao Yao is my biological child; you've been monopolizing him for years—give me an explanation."

When Fu He Song boasted this, Lu Xiwán smelled a foul stench.

He had left the country without a word, abandoning the heavily pregnant Gu Qingmeng, and it was Fu Sijue who, for the Fu Family's face, accepted responsibility.

Now he has the nerve to turn the tables.

Fu Sijue was unrelenting: "You claim Yao Yao is your child, yet you haven't fulfilled a single day of parental duty over the years; you can't even repay the money I spent on Yao Yao."

Without the Fu Family Shares and without Xing Song, Fu He Song can be said to be penniless and empty‑handed, lacking any capital to compete with Fu Sijue.

Fu He Song slammed the table hard.

"I had no idea about this child's birth at all!"

"Then how did you know he has a blood relation to you?" Fu Sijue's pointed question immediately turned the query back, leaving Fu He Song clearly stunned.

He hadn't realized this was Fu Sijue's way of trapping him.

"Later the Fu Clan's legal department will contact you; you have defamed the Fu Clan and caused severe reputational damage. You'd better be grateful that the person who told you this can afford to compensate."

In front of battle‑hardened Fu Sijue, Fu He Song, who had been protected by Fu Zhuo since childhood, had no power to rebut.

Before coming, he had already intended to hit Fu Sijue with a hefty charge, but it ended up being a case of trying to steal a chicken and ending up with nothing.

Fu He Song regretted his past choices.

Leaving Fu He Song's residence, Lu Xiwán finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you know who told him the news?"

Now it indeed stalls Fu He Song, but this is not a long‑term solution after all.

Fu Sijue was sincere, "I don't know; I deceived him."

At this stage Fu He Song can't find a reliable patron, and Fu Sijue has concealed this matter well.

It won't be easily uncovered by others.

"Yao Yao is my child; this point never needs clarification."

When he said this, Fu Sijue's eyes flashed with steadfast light, and even Lu Xiwán felt a fleeting sense of admiration.

At least Fu Sijue has never owed Yao Yao anything.