Chapter 344: How Could She Possibly Be a Fragile Woman?

"Mom? What's going on?"

Fu Yiruo saw her mother's face turn pale after answering a phone call, and immediately asked anxiously.

"It's your aunt."

Fu Guiru's chest heaved violently as she spat out: "Your aunt is mortgaging her shares to Gao Li Tang."

"Gao Li Tang? Oh my god!"

Fu Yiruo exclaimed in shock: "Has your aunt lost her mind? Gao Li Tang devours people and spits out bones!"

"Hmph~"

"Your aunt isn't stupid," Fu Guiru's eyes narrowed coldly. "Who in Johor doesn't know who Gao Li Tang is?"

"But your aunt doesn't know who I am—she actually thinks these past years, Fu Corporation has sailed smoothly!"

Fu Yiruo: "..."

"Click~"

Fu Guiru pulled open the second drawer of her desk, lifted a stack of documents, and revealed a gleaming silver biubiu.

The biubiu was large, clearly designed for a man's hands, yet in Fu Guiru's slender fingers, it danced gracefully, spinning elegant gun flowers.

Fu Yiruo stared in shock at her mother and instinctively stepped back. "Mom, be careful—you might accidentally fire!"

"Accidentally fire?"

Fu Guiru said coolly: "Xiao Ruo, your mother has won the civilian militia competition every year. Do you think I'd accidentally fire?"

"But do you have a gun license?"

Under Malaysian law, members of parliament automatically receive gun licenses, and police can issue them too—but legally owning a firearm is extremely difficult.

But no sooner had Fu Yiruo spoken than she saw her mother open the wall safe, pull out a small booklet, and place it alongside the large biubiu into her bag.

Watching her mother stride out with her head held high, Fu Yiruo suddenly understood why, for all these years, her mother—a mere outsider—had managed the chaotic Fu Corporation.

Fu Guiru drove alone to a pawnshop in southern Johor Bahru, where she spotted her cousin Fu Guiyin's flashy golden sports car.

The pawnshop's owner, Tang Hongyi, was a Chinese immigrant who publicly ran a pawnshop but primarily operated as a loan shark—hence the nickname Gao Li Tang.

Fu Guiru stepped out and walked straight in, politely asking: "Where's the person with the golden sports car outside?"

One of the door guards immediately replied: "Are you Boss Fu? Our boss is waiting for you."

Fu Guiru said calmly: "Did your boss expect me to come?"

The guard smiled: "Our boss said no matter whether you come or not, we must notify you—it's protocol."

"True," Fu Guiru smiled too. "My sister borrowed your money, and now it falls to me to pay it back. Your protocol is well-put."

Over the years, everyone in Johor's Chinese community knew Fu Guiyin, the spendthrift heiress—and also knew Fu Guiru, who had cleaned up after her countless times.

A few minutes later, Fu Guiru met her cousin Fu Guiyin in Gao Li Tang's office, along with several stacks of cash on the desk.

Fu Guiyin glanced at her cousin, smugly stuffed the cash into her large handbag—it bulged noticeably.

But seeing the amount, Fu Guiru exhaled in relief.

The cash totaled no more than five hundred thousand ringgit—Fu Guiyin had only mortgaged part of her shares; manageable.

But Gao Li Tang's next words sent Fu Guiru into a rage.

"Boss Fu, here is the mortgage contract between Miss Fu and us: we pay her five hundred thousand ringgit monthly for two years."

"At the end of two years, the shares automatically transfer to us. If anyone offers two million ringgit during this period, we'll sell the shares per Miss Fu's request, taking a twenty percent commission."

"Five hundred thousand for two years? Two million ringgit?"

Fu Guiru turned a sharp gaze on her cousin and sneered: "Sister, you've sold your shares at a fine price indeed!"

"I think it's a good price too," Fu Guiyin sneered back. "If you hadn't blocked me from bank mortgages, I'd never have come to Boss Tang and gotten this deal!"

Fu Guiyin owned forty-five percent of Fu Corporation. Based on the Lin family's valuation months ago, it was worth around fifteen million ringgit.

But now the Lin family felt they'd overvalued it and refused to continue cooperation.

So Fu Guiyin's shares' true value was uncertain.

With this installment mortgage, she'd receive twelve million ringgit over two years—it was hard to say whether she was losing or gaining.

But Fu Guiru had poured her entire life into Fu Corporation—how could she let forty-five percent fall into outsiders' hands?

"Guiyin, if you take this money today, the Fu family won't forgive you. If they kick you out, your later years won't be pleasant."

Fu Guiyin looked at her icy-faced cousin and suddenly laughed: "You won't kick me out of the Fu family, right? If you think it's unfair, just redeem the shares early! Boss Tang is very reasonable."

Fu Guiru stared at her smirking cousin, and a cold smile curled at her lips.

Don't assume all rich second-generation heirs are fools—Fu Guiyin enjoys having fun, but having been raised in a merchant family, she wouldn't do something as stupid as killing the goose that lays golden eggs.

That forty-five percent is her foundation—mortgaged here, she gets five hundred thousand ringgit monthly as pocket money.

If her cousin Fu Guiru doesn't want the shares to leave the family, she can't wait two years to redeem them—the company lacks two million in cash—she must redeem them early.

But would the shares then belong to Fu Guiru?

Fu Guiru is only a minor shareholder and lacks the funds; she'd have to redeem them using company profits.

Fu Guiyin is the major shareholder—she gets the lion's share of profits—no matter how you twist it, the shares remain hers.

Unless someone foolishly offers two million outright—but who in Johor doesn't know Fu Corporation's inner workings? Where's such a fool?

This is a parasite's bloodsucking scheme—Fu Guiyin is pressuring her cousin to realize who truly runs Fu Corporation.

Then comes the bargaining—Fu Guiyin will surely make demands.

But Fu Guiru had no intention of bargaining.

She calmly looked at her cousin, then at Tang Hongyi: "Gao Li Tang, you want me to redeem the shares now?"

Tang Hongyi said: "Boss Fu, we're all businessmen—no need to be tense. Miss Fu is willing to mortgage her shares; we can't refuse, can we?

How about this: you pay five million to redeem the shares, and we guarantee not to accept any further mortgage from Miss Fu for six months.

But don't worry—we'll still pay her five hundred thousand monthly on time. We're reputable."

Fu Guiru asked without expression: "And after six months? You'll come back again, right?"

Tang Hongyi spread his hands and smiled: "That's your family's business—why ask me?"

"True, it's our family matter—no need to trouble Boss Tang,"

Fu Guiru suddenly stood up, walking toward the door: "But Boss Tang, take note—if your shares turn to paper trash in two years, don't blame me for not warning you."

Fu Guiyin isn't a fool, and Fu Guiru isn't either.

If she paid five million to Gao Li Tang, and he gave three million to her cousin?

Even if the company had five million cash—which it didn't—she wouldn't fund such betrayal.

Better to spend time restructuring Fu Corporation—then Gao Li Tang loses twelve million and gets nothing.

"Boss Fu, what do you mean? If you try to play games with me, don't blame me for being uncivil."

As soon as Fu Guiru opened the office door, Gao Li Tang's face turned hostile.

Loan sharks have no finesse—if you try fancy shell games, he'll go brutal.

"I'm playing games—what are you going to do about it? Show me how uncivil you can be!"

Fu Guiru turned, sneering: "Did I mortgage the shares to you? Find the one who caused this. If you come after me—you're blind!"

"Hey, you bitch, what did you say?"

Several of Gao Li Tang's men, seeing Fu Guiru's "arrogance," surged forward.

But Gao Li Tang shouted them down: "Boss Fu, I'll give you face today. Make another offer—but don't be unreasonable."

Gao Li Tang had called Fu Guiru here hoping to profit from a quick spread—never expecting her to refuse even the five million offer.

Fu Guiru looked down on the people around her, reached into her bag, and pulled out the silver biubiu.

Fu Guiru looked scornfully around, then pulled the silver biubiu from her bag.

"Here's my offer!"

Everyone froze—then chaos erupted as people scrambled to dodge, screaming.

"She's got a gun!"

"Damn it, don't we have guns too?"

True big-time players don't resort to violence lightly; those who jump to fists at the first disagreement usually die before they ever get big or strong.

Real big players never resort to violence lightly—those who jump to fists usually die before they rise.

Gao Li Tang was a successful man—he valued his life.

Fu Guiru watched the trembling men and walked out with a cold smile.

Then came five sharp, rapid gunshots: "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"She actually fired..."

"Go check who got hit! Hurry, take them to the hospital!"

"Why aren't you going out?!"

Gao Li Tang shouted repeatedly—but none of his men dared step outside.

Finally, he mustered courage and stepped out—only to see Fu Guiyin's golden sports car, riddled with five evenly spaced bullet holes across the hood.

Steam hissed from the engine, as if the car were wailing: "Ouch, so painful!"

"Boss, should we call the police?"

"Call your mom! You want the underworld to laugh us to death? What about our face?"

One of Gao Li Tang's men suggested a solution—only to get slapped.

Then Gao Li Tang summoned trembling Fu Guiyin and ordered her to file a police report for damage to personal property.

But Fu Guiyin trembled: "The car is registered under Fu Corporation—filing a report won't help."

Fu Guiyin shook her head repeatedly: "No, I know her—she'll come back, it's just a matter of price."

Gao Litan smirked: "This deal of yours is really tough."

After Fu Guiyin left, Gao Litan's top enforcer sidled up and made a dangerous gesture to him.

"Big Brother, why don't we just go all the way? Give me a lump sum to settle down, and I guarantee—"

Gao Litan reached out and slapped him again.

"Fine! After you're done, I'll give you two hundred ringgit—tomorrow, get out of here and run deep into Zhonghuajia!"

"Two hundred ringgit? Run to Zhonghuajia? Big Brother, what are you saying? Two hundred ringgit won't even cover a plane ticket."

The top enforcer grew angry—he thought his big brother had become too timid today.

But Gao Litan shook his head slowly: "Just over ten years ago, this Madame Fu came alone from the snowy heartland of Zhonghuajia, making her way south all the way to Malaysia."

"She had no plane ticket, no passport—she had to crawl through Hong Kong's barbed wire and fight off other smugglers."

Gao Litan looked at his top enforcer and whispered: "Did you see those five bullet holes? Could you fire five shots that fast—and that precise?"

"Stay cautious to live longer. A woman like that—how could she possibly be weak? If you go after her, what if she turns around and takes you out?"

"Besides, she's not some penniless beggar. Once a rich person goes mad, it's a nightmare."

"So we just let this go?"

"No," Gao Litan said. "Madame Fu values loyalty too much. People who value loyalty have cracks—they have weaknesses."

The top enforcer: "..."

"Big Brother, you always tell us brothers on the streets to value loyalty—so are you just full of shit?"