0p0 Chapter 498 There Will Always Be Retribution
Chapter 498 There Will Always Be Retribution
The doctor took her test report and looked it over carefully, then reassured her, "According to the report, there's nothing wrong. The gestational sac is normal, and all the indicators are within the normal range. You can rest more now, and if the previous symptoms recur, remember to come to the hospital immediately."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Xu Fangye came in. "Are you relieved now?"
Fang Li nodded.
After leaving the hospital, Xu Fangye went to get the car, while Fang Li waited under the shade of a tree at the hospital entrance.
She was looking down at the tiny seed on the report when she unconsciously looked up and suddenly froze. Behind the bus stop not far away, the black figure reappeared. Although he was pretending to look at his phone, his shoulder was clearly facing their direction.
Fang Li recognized him; he looked very much like the figure from the hospital earlier.
She looked at the two things with a probing gaze, and gradually a suspicion arose in her heart. That figure... how come it looks a bit like Song Yuchen?
The thought had barely crossed Fang Li's mind when she suddenly remembered something.
The day I returned to Haicheng.
On the plane, Fang Li made a phone call to Wen Yang.
"Yangyang, release that recording of Song Yuchen, the one where he tells his assistant, 'Aren't fans just idiots?' Also, release that big fan's statement about leaving the fandom."
Wen Yang paused for a moment on the other end of the phone: "Now? Isn't that too rushed?"
"Right now."
Fang Li gazed at the cotton-like clouds outside the window, her tone flat, "Since he likes to climb up by stepping on others, he should know what it feels like to fall. I originally intended to leave him some leeway, but..."
He actually brought up old matters to Han Ming. If he's so heartless, he can't blame her for being unjust!
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her back to reality.
Xu Fangli subconsciously took out her phone, opened the trending topics list, and Song Yuchen's name was like a thorn stuck in several of the entries.
Song Yuchen's audio recording is solid evidence.
Fans collectively burned support items
The brand terminated the contract overnight.
Once you click in, no matter which platform you're on, all you see are vile and offensive insults.
She swiped her finger across the screen, looking at the screenshots.
At the airport, fans held up light boards and cried out "liar." The billboards he endorsed were splashed with paint. Even a big fan who had been calling him "brother" just a few days ago posted a long article detailing his arrogance and hypocrisy in private. The ending sentence, "I wasted three years of my youth on dogs," was forwarded hundreds of thousands of times.
"What are you looking at?"
Xu Fangye opened the car door and saw her staring at her phone in a daze, so he casually asked her a question.
"nothing."
Xu Fangli put away her phone and, as she sat in the passenger seat, couldn't help but glance back at the bus stop sign.
The place was deserted, with only the wind rustling the billboards, making a soft, rustling sound, like the breathing of someone lurking in the shadows.
Fang Li fastened her seatbelt and said, "I just suddenly remembered some work-related matters."
Xu Fangye started the car, and in the rearview mirror, the white hospital building grew farther and farther away.
He glanced at his sister's pale face and reached out to turn up the air conditioner temperature: "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
Xu Fangli shook her head, gazing at the street scene flashing past the window, but her heart felt heavy. "Brother, do you think... if someone is truly wicked, will they always get their comeuppance?"
Xu Fangye paused on the steering wheel, glanced at her, and said with certainty, "Yes, it will come sooner or later."
The car merged into the traffic, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating Xu Fangli's profile. She let out a soft sigh, as if she had finally let go of something.
But the feeling of being watched lingered behind the car like a shadow, following them as they drove into the unknown.
The black sedan smoothly drove away from the street. In the rearview mirror, the shadow of the old locust tree grew smaller and smaller until it shrank into a blurry black mass.
In the shadows behind the tree, Song Yuchen's fingernails dug deeply into her palms.
The wariness in Fang Li's eyes when she turned around was like a fine needle, piercing his confused nerves.
He stared intently in the direction where the taillights disappeared, his pupils blazing with two balls of fire.
Half of it is an almost pathological infatuation, like a believer looking at a god who is about to deviate from the orthodox path; the other half is a bone-deep resentment.
Thinking about his current situation, the darkness in his eyes deepened.
Why!
Why is it that all his efforts over the years have vanished, while Fang Li has become the one who's high and mighty?!
Song Yuchen's phone rang.
It was a call from agent Qu Fan.
"Where are you? Don't you know what the situation is like now? How dare you go running around like that!"
Song Yuchen's voice was hoarse: "I came out to take care of some business."
The agent's voice buzzed through the receiver: "The trending topic is stuck high right now. The company will try to push it down, but the paparazzi are still watching. Be careful..."
"I know."
"Also, President Sheng said you should hurry up with what you promised her, because she has limited patience."
Song Yuchen's face darkened.
Qu Fan: "What did you promise her?"
"nothing."
Song Yuchen paused for a moment, then casually said, "I have something to do, I'll hang up now."
He slammed down the phone, his knuckles turning white from the force.
A thought suddenly popped into my mind, like a vine clinging to a withered tree.
He recalled their past, all that Fang Li had done for him over the years, and how the Xu family and Han Xi had protected Xu Fang Li so closely and without question.
A crazy plan was taking shape before his eyes.
Song Yuchen's lips curled into a twisted smile. He took out his phone, his fingertip tracing a name in his contacts before stopping.
On the other side, Xu Fangye parked his car at the entrance of the old street.
The bluestone pavement was scorching hot from the sun, and the shop signs on both sides swayed in the wind.
If you say you're going to visit the old street, you have to make it a real visit, otherwise you won't be able to explain it when you get home.
The two strolled slowly from the street into the interior, and had already bought quite a few things after walking half a street.
Fang Li held the osmanthus cake she had just bought, the sweet aroma of glutinous rice wafting over her nose, slightly easing the gloom in her heart.
"I used to come here to buy sugar paintings when I was a child."
She said softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the oil paper bag, "The dragon painted by the boss is especially lifelike."
Xu Fangye had just replied, "I'll bring you next time," when a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him: "Xu Fangye."
"..."
The two turned around and saw a woman wearing an apricot-colored dress and a camel-colored woolen coat standing a few steps away.
Her curly hair was loosely tied back, revealing her slender swan neck.
Her makeup was exquisite, but her eyes were like polished lenses, and when they fell on Fang Li, they were filled with undisguised inquiry.
Fang Li noticed the diamond necklace around her neck, which sparkled with tiny lights. The design was simple, but it was so dazzling in the sunlight that it was hard to open one's eyes.
Fang Li raised an eyebrow and looked at Xu Fangye beside her.
When Xu Fangye saw the woman, his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.
He was tucking a scarf around Fang Li's neck, his fingertips still warm from his sister's hair, but when he turned around, that warmth froze in mid-air.
The woman was carrying a brown paper bag filled with roasted nuts. She wasn't surprised to see him, but her eyes curved slightly at the corners. The smile was as faint as ink spreading in a traditional Chinese ink painting, instantly melting into the dark circles under her eyes.