After Prison, She Shocks the World
Chapter 112 She Still Has No Relatives

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 She Still Has No Relatives

Yunhui interrupted Fu Bing. "Don’t say any more."

Fu Bing spoke softly, "I know your heart aches for her; mine does too. If she were as she was before, she would be in even more pain. Because her body isn’t what it used to be, her suffering would become even more unbearable due to the physical pain. Do you wish for her limited life to be spent in such a state of mind?"

Yunhui found no reason to refute this.

Fu Bing once again looked directly into Old Madame Chu’s eyes. "I have experienced the death of a loved one, and it’s an unbearable feeling. You’ve held on for so many years; you must also hope to see the Chu Family Embroidery House, which you value so much, have a new outlook."

"What you want it to become, you need to make clear to others. Only then can they carry out your wishes. Time is too precious; don’t let others guess, okay?"

Old Madame Chu’s emotions seemed to have been calmed by Fu Bing’s firm and gentle voice.

She looked at Fu Bing. "Do you want the Chu Family Embroidery House?"

"Currently, the most suitable person to manage the Chu Family Embroidery House is either Aunt Yunhui or Ya Rui. I know Ya Rui; she is a rare individual who would earnestly dedicate herself to planning the future of embroidery. If the Embroidery House were to change hands, giving it to Ya Rui might not be a bad thing."

"What if I don’t allow it?"

"You can hold on to your opinion, but I won’t let Ya Rui change her mind about the business merger."

Old Madame Chu scoffed. "So, you were waiting for me here all along."

"Survival of the fittest is only natural. Didn’t the Chu Family rise to prominence by absorbing one small embroidery shop after another? You can absorb others, but it’s unacceptable for others to absorb you?"

Old Madame Chu was taken aback. "You’re arguing against your own interest."

"Rather than letting the Embroidery House linger half-dead, wouldn’t it be better to let someone capable revitalize this stagnant situation than to let it slowly wither away?"

Old Madame Chu was silent again.

Fu Bing stopped speaking and left a bottle of medicine pills on the bedside table.

"Your body is still weak. You need to take one pill a day for the next three days. Call me anytime if there’s a problem."

After saying this, Fu Bing left.

Lu Yuan and Shen Linxing were waiting for her in the car.

Fu Bing said, "Sorry to drag you both out on this fruitless trip."

Shen Linxing smiled. "Actually, there was a result. I secretly took Old Madame Chu’s pulse while you weren’t paying attention. Fu Ying, your medical skills are more solid than I imagined."

"Thank you. We’ll share our knowledge and learn from each other in the future."

"You learn from me? You’re too modest. I could never possess the talent you have in a lifetime. I’ll have to cling to your coattails forever."

"If it’s about advancing to the pinnacle of medical skills, we’ll be companions for life," Fu Bing said with a smile, but there was no smile in her eyes.

By clearly supporting Ya Rui for the Chu Family Embroidery House in front of Old Madame Chu and Yunhui, it meant that there would never be a day her relationship with the Fu Family could be mended.

Since she had come to Jiangnan, she had met Fu Ning and Fu Chan, and none of them had ever treated her like a niece.

Even after her mother had passed away, they never showed any affinity for her, nor did anyone take the initiative to talk about her mother’s past with her.

They were as indifferent to each other as strangers.

Fu Bing couldn’t imagine what her mother had gone through, or why her relationship with her family was so cold.

As for Old Madame Chu, she felt she had done enough. Wu Shi had injured her, and Fu Bing had saved her. That made them even.

In the future, she would still have no relatives...

The black Maybach stopped at the airport.

Qin Jinhai, dressed in a black suit, swiftly entered the car, his expression so cold it could freeze water.

Mu Lin tried his best to make his presence as negligible as possible.

"The Master has asked us to return to the mansion."

"Mmm."

Slightly agitated, Qin Jinhai tugged at the top button of his shirt and looked coldly at everything in Jiangcheng.

To him, the biggest difference in this city was whether Fu Bing was in it or not.

A city without Fu Bing was worthless to him.

Even if it held his endless wealth and unrivaled status.

So what?

Li Yuan stood in the yard, waiting for Qin Jinhai.

Qin Sheng spoke coldly, "Wait for him all you want; his heart is still cold."

Li Yuan’s voice was calm and steady. "All of you from the Qin Family have cold hearts. I’ve long since grown accustomed to it. It’s just that you and Jinmo are better at disguising yourselves. Jinhai still retains a shred of humanity, and I like that there’s still a hint of warmth in him."

Qin Sheng wasn’t angered by the retort, but his next words stabbed straight into Li Yuan’s heart.

"He won’t give you even that little bit of warmth."

"Why would I need his warmth? Your warmth is enough for me."

Qin Sheng’s expression became incredibly rigid.

The black Maybach appeared at the end of the road.

Qin Sheng went upstairs with an icy face, pretending he had never been there.

Li Yuan watched the approaching car and slowly descended the steps to greet Qin Jinhai.

"How come you’ve lost weight?"

"You’re mistaken," Qin Jinhai replied indifferently, thrusting a small box into Li Yuan’s hands. "I bought this on the way. I hope you like it. Where is he?"

"In the study."

Upon hearing these two words, Qin Jinhai’s expression darkened even further.

Qin Jinhai hurried upstairs.

He had been investigating who at the base hotel had revealed his identity to Fu Bing.

After much thought, only one person came to mind.

Qin Sheng!

As Qin Jinhai stepped onto the first stair, Qin Sheng appeared at the top of the staircase.

"You finally deign to return?"

"What was your purpose in sending the photo to Fu Bing?"

Qin Sheng knew exactly what he was being asked about, and his voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "The knife sharpened by the Qin Family has gone off to practice medicine and save lives. Shouldn’t I bring this knife back and use it for myself?"

"You lack the ability," Qin Jinhai challenged him with a provocative look. "If the knife comes back, you might lose your head at any time."

A surge of anger flashed in Qin Sheng’s eyes.

"I should have strangled you back then!"

"You could do that now. If I die, the Qin Family will collapse too. You, who would gladly die for the Qin Family, would you really let it face such a grave crisis?"

Qin Jinhai’s words were full of scorn.

Qin Sheng detested this feeling of uncontrollability that Qin Jinhai evoked in him.

If only this sharp blade, honed for over twenty years, would obey him without question.

There was only one way to make him obey.

Get Fu Bing completely in his grasp!

Qin Jinhai wouldn’t just become a knife in his hand, but also his fiercely loyal dog!

The future head of the Qin Family, a dog!

This wasn’t praise, but a deep insult.

At this thought, Qin Sheng grew even angrier.

His gaze toward Qin Jinhai turned even colder.

Qin Jinhai ignored Qin Sheng’s fury and asked coldly, "If you have something to say, speak quickly. I’m not in the mood to have a staring contest with you here."

"Do something for me, and I’ll tell you the secret of Fu Bing’s background!"

Qin Jinhai’s brow twitched, suppressing a fleeting rush of elation.

His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Fu Bing’s background is your last card to control me. Would you give it up so easily?"

"That person is worth it."

"Who?"

"Ren Ye."

A foreboding sense suddenly gripped Qin Jinhai.

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