0p0 Chapter 457 Murdering one's own uncle!
Chapter 457 Murdering one's own uncle!
"Because of me?"
In contrast, Yu Wei's slightly sharp voice rang out, "Xu Fangli, I came to talk to you properly. Do you really think you're someone important?"
She stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound. "It's just Xingli Film and Television, isn't it? The Han family is backing you up. Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you've hooked up with Han Xi?"
"What else? You want to bite me?"
Xu Fangli sat calmly, sneering, "Plagiarism is plagiarism. Don't forget who's in a hurry right now, Yu Wei. This time, I will make Yaoxing, that plagiarist, pay the price, and let those who think new authors are easy to bully know that originality cannot be insulted! And your Yu family..."
She looked up at Yu Wei. "Whether she lives or dies depends on your attitude, Yu family heiress. I've made my point clear: you should seriously consider your previous suggestion."
Yu Wei's chest heaved violently, and a few strands of her carefully styled curly hair became disheveled: "You forced me?"
"Whether it's coercion or an opportunity, it all depends on Miss Yu's own understanding."
Yu Wei was stung by Fang Li's indifferent expression. She grabbed the diamond necklace, stuffed it back into her bag, and said fiercely, "Fine! We'll see! Let's see who ends up suffering the most!"
Fang Li opened her phone and smiled, "Go ahead."
Yu Wei glared at her one last time, then stormed out of the coffee shop with her high heels clattering loudly.
As soon as Yu Wei left, Xu Fangli also got up and walked out of the coffee shop without looking back, the setting sun gilding her with a golden edge.
Fang Li stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.
Song Yuchen instinctively hid behind a tree and quietly watched her flag down a taxi, get in, and drive away.
As the car drove past him, he saw Xu Fangli take out her phone, her expression softening instantly, as if she were texting someone.
It wasn't until the car merged into the traffic and she could no longer tell which car was carrying her that Song Yucheng took out his phone.
He lowered his eyes and gently opened the photo album. Inside was an encrypted album filled with photos of him and Fang Li from back then.
She ran towards him on the playground, she waited for him downstairs, she jumped for joy when she received flowers from him for the first time, she blew out candles and made a wish on her birthday... Every single one of these moments was a source of comfort for him during those midnight dreams.
"Rubbish......."
Song Yuchen looked at the photo and murmured to himself. Suddenly, he grinned, but as he smiled, a deep, dark gloom settled over his eyes.
His fist clenched tightly at his side as he stared at the road, long since obscured by cars, a cruel smirk playing on his lips: "Let's see who's the last piece of trash nobody cares about!"
At that time, you will still be mine!
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It took more than forty minutes to get back to the villa on the hillside.
The taxi stopped outside the gate, and Fang Li got out and walked back.
As she pushed open the wrought iron gate of the hillside villa, the setting sun was just sinking below the ridgeline, bathing the entire courtyard in a honey color.
She had expected the usual tranquility, but was startled by a burst of cheerful laughter.
"Auntie!"
Yang Miao's voice was the first to penetrate my eardrums.
In the dead of winter, the glass of the sunroom in the manor courtyard was wide open. A girl wearing pencil pants and a short down jacket, with deerskin boots on her feet, was chasing a tall boy all over the yard with a black hand raised.
When Yang Miao called her name, the person turned around and glanced at her. Fang Li recognized him as Ma Shaoyu, Han Xi's superstar cousin.
In front of the grill at the entrance of the sunroom, Han Xi was bending over and turning the ingredients. Despite the cold weather, he was only wearing a soft brown sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.
The charcoal fire illuminated his profile, and a strand of black hair fell unruly across his forehead, making him look young and relaxed.
"Finished talking? You're back just in time."
Han Xi looked up, his gaze precisely landing on Fang Li at the doorway. "Come on over, wash your hands and eat. I just grilled your favorite eel."
Fang Li stood still, holding her phone in her palm.
The confrontation with Yaoxing and the sharp arguments with Yu Wei were all swept away by the warmth and human touch in the courtyard.
"sister in law!"
Exhausted from being chased by Yang Miao, Ma Shaoyu saw her and immediately circled around to hide behind her, his wet bangs plastered to his forehead. "Quickly, control this crazy girl! She's trying to murder her own uncle!"
Yang Miao slammed on the brakes, and his dark hand nearly fell on Fang Li.
Hearing this, she pouted angrily: "Auntie, don't listen to him! Look at my face, he clearly provoked me first. What kind of uncle is he? He has no manners at all bullying his niece!"
"I was just kidding!"
Ma Shaoyu peeked out from behind Xu Fangli's shoulder, "I wasn't planning on applying it directly, but you suddenly looked up, and I couldn't stop!"
"You! You clearly did this on purpose!"
Fang Li was caught in the middle, and her ears were really hurting from the two of them arguing.
"How old are you to still be making a fuss?"
A calm voice drifted over, and Deng Xiulin rose from his recliner, a glass of champagne in his hand. "Fang Li, long time no see."
"Is Attorney Deng here too?"
Xu Fangli pulled Yang Miao over, saying, "I'm really sorry to trouble you with this matter again. I was just thinking of treating you to a nice meal sometime."
"Really? It seems Xiu Jin understands you after all." Deng Xiulin smiled slightly.
Fang Li, too, looked at Han Xi with a smile on her face.
"Hey, look! You can see Old Deng, but you can't see me, right?"
Jian Yunqi was still the same as always, wearing a floral shirt underneath a deerskin jacket in the dead of winter, looking as cool and refreshing as if he came from another world.
"I heard Mr. Xu is doing quite well lately. Is there anything we can help you with?"
He put his arm around Deng Xiulin's shoulder, laughing in a carefree manner.
Fang Li smiled and said, "It's such a small matter, why would I need to trouble you, President Jian? Don't worry, given your relationship with Xiu Jin, I won't hesitate to ask for your help when needed."
Jian Yunqi laughed: "That's good. With Xiu Jin, you're my sister-in-law, and with Xu Fangye, you're my sister. We're all family, so there's no need to be so polite."
"Brothers and sisters?"
Han Xi shot him a sharp glare, and Jian Yunqi immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Just kidding! I'll go get my drink!"
Xu Fangli was caught up in the lively atmosphere, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
She put down her bag, quickly washed her hands, walked to the grill, and naturally took the tongs from Han Xi's hand: "Let me help you."
Han Xi didn't let go; instead, he lightly pecked her lips in that position: "Tired?"
He asked in a low voice, so that only she could hear him.
This simple greeting brought a lump to Xu Fangli's throat.
He could always keenly sense her emotional changes, even when she thought she was hiding them well.
"Originally a little."
She honestly admitted, "It's much better now."
Han Xi ran his thumb across the faint dark circles under her eyes without asking any further questions.
He respected her right to face some battles herself; and he would prepare some warmth for her.
“Try it.”