I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1027 - 726 a great humiliation_2

Chapter 1027: 726 a great humiliation_2

Fang Jun’s eyes narrowed as he gripped his phone tightly before finally deciding to make a call.

"Come over."

In a moment’s time.

Club owner Lou Jingjiang entered the private room.

"Young Master Fang."

Fang Jun, expressionless, placed the phone on the coffee table and pushed it forward slightly.

Lou Jingjiang, understanding the cue, bent down to pick up the phone and started the video.

"This..."

As a notable figure in the towering Capital City, Lou Jingjiang’s face changed color instantly. He hardly dared to look more and incredulously looked up.

"Why didn’t you report to me?"

Fang Jun didn’t look at him and though his voice didn’t fluctuate much, the unchanging tone increasingly tensed Lou Jingjiang.

"Young Master Fang, I didn’t know about this matter."

He immediately responded, his face serious.

"Tian Fen said it’s all over the internet. You didn’t know?"

"Young Master Fang, I rarely go online."

Lou Jingjiang hurriedly explained, genuinely unaware until just now.

Even though the video was clear, not everyone knew who the female lead was; ordinary people would let it go, but those who could recognize Fang Ai probably wouldn’t dare to spread it recklessly.

Tian Fen had mentioned, due to his identity and his currently complex relationship with Fang Jun.

To say the least, even if Lou Jingjiang had known, whether he’d dare to report it was questionable.

"...But Miss Fang did come to see me recently."

A panicking Lou Jingjiang confessed proactively, where he dared not hide anything or afford to.

Without Fang Jun starting, he quickly explained, "Miss Fang just told me that some foreigners were following her and asked me to find them. She didn’t disclose what exactly happened."

"Why didn’t you report to me?"

Fang Jun repeated.

Lou Jingjiang spoke softly, "Miss Fang specifically instructed me not to tell anyone. She especially warned me not to inform Young Master Fang."

As he finished speaking, the normally composed Fang Jun suddenly burst out, grabbed the teapot, and violently smashed it toward Lou Jingjiang’s face.

"Bang!"

The priceless teapot instantly shattered into pieces.

Drenched, Lou Jingjiang bowed his head, seemingly unaware that his forehead was bleeding.

The room fell silent.

"Drip, drip..."

Tea dripped down Lou Jingjiang’s face as he kept his head down, not daring to wipe it off.

"That’s all."

Fang Jun seemed to have calmed down again.

"That’s all I know."

Lou Jingjiang quickly responded.

"Did you find those foreigners?"

"Still investigating."

Fang Jun pulled out a tissue, wiped his hands, and stood up.

"Let me know once you find them."

"Yes."

Fang Jun passed by the bowing Lou Jingjiang and walked out of the private room.

"Bang."

Hearing the door close, Lou Jingjiang collapsed to the ground, relieved, he exhaled deeply, wiped his drenched face, and recalling the video he had seen, seemed dazed, his eyes shaking, filled with disbelief.

No. 6 Gong Academy.

"Mr. Fang."

Faced with an unusually visiting Fang Jun, the housekeepers greeted him respectfully, more enthusiastically than they did the male owner of the mansion.

Hearing the voice, Ding He, who recently returned straight home from work and was watching financial news, turned his head, his expression flashing with surprise, then a smile appeared, and he stood up to greet him, but before he could speak, Fang Jun cut straight to the chase, "Where’s my sister?"

Ding He paused mid-sentence, his smile unchanged, "Upstairs."

For this brother-in-law, Fang Jun seemed to truly not care at all, not even willing to put on a basic pretense. Hearing Fang Ai was upstairs, he headed straight there.

As for the "Young Uncle’s" neglect, Ding He did not feel displeased; or rather, he was accustomed to it.

Watching Fang Jun go upstairs, he frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

Since his marriage to Fang Ai, Fang Jun’s visits here had been few.

Moreover, Fang Ai had been acting unusually past these days. Typically never seen until late at night and often not coming home at night, she had recently become a homebody, spending the entire day in her room without coming down.

Despite his limited visits, Fang Jun still recognized which room was the master bedroom.

He approached the master bedroom’s door and knocked on the door.

No response.

"Knock knock knock..."

He continued knocking on the door, this time with more force.

"Everyone get out! Don’t bother me!"

"Open the door."

Fang Jun spoke up.

The inside quieted down and then, after a dozen seconds, the door was opened.

Fang Ai, disheveled, looked nothing like the top socialite she usually was. The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and various items were scattered on the floor.

"How did you get here?"

Seeing Fang Jun, Fang Ai’s pupils trembled, and her voice became unnatural, even panicky.

Fang Jun did not say a word and stepped into the room, which was even difficult for the man of the house to enter.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have asked the kitchen to prepare..."

Fang Ai closed the door and forced a smile.

"Slap!"

A crisp and loud slap echoed, sending her words right back.

Fang Ai staggered uncontrollably, incredulously looking at Fang Jun who had slapped her without a second word. Her eyes widened, stunned for a moment, and then she seemed to realize what had happened.

"Fang Jun! Have you gone mad? I’m your sister! How dare you hit me?!"

She held her face, screaming.

"You still know that you’re my sister."

Fang Jun’s expression was as dark as still water, no longer holding any pretense, his gaze fixed on Fang Ai was not the way one looked at a relative.

"I thought you had forgotten our family’s name. You’ve utterly disgraced our Fang Family!"

"What did I do?! How can you say that to me?!"

Fang Ai couldn’t contain her anger; her disheveled appearance was almost maniacal.

Indeed.

No matter how fearsome Fang Jun was outside or how much he was feared, there is no logic in a world where a sister fears her brother.

"What you did, you should ask yourself. How dare you even ask me?"

Fang Jun raised his hand, pointing at Fang Ai. The trembling of his arm revealed how furious he was, probably no less than Fang Ai.

If it was not almost impossible to restrain himself, he likely would not have struck his own sister.

After all, dealing with strangers was one thing, dealing with his own family was another.

Fang Ai held her face, glaring fiercely at him, but she did not continue to shriek.

Fang Jun lowered his arm.

"I’ve warned you many times to mind your behavior. Now that everyone has seen your promiscuity, aren’t you proud?"

Fang Ai’s face changed again and again, finally realizing that you can’t wrap fire with paper.

"I have already called the Internet Surveillance Bureau, asking them to..."

"What’s the use! Blocking the peoples’ mouths is harder than blocking a flood. Can you silence ten million mouths, how about a hundred million?!"

Fang Jun’s eyes were sharp as needles, staring at Fang Ai, rendering her speechless.

She held her face, her fierce expression gradually becoming panicky.

"Have you thought about what would happen if our elders found out?"

"Fang Jun, I’m your sister; you must help me."

Fang Ai let go of her grievances, took two desperate steps forward, and clutched Fang Jun’s arm.

"Help, how should I help you? Do you want me to erase everyone’s memory, or help you get plastic surgery?"

Fang Ai looked dreadful and embarrassed.

"Fang Jun, no matter what, I’m your sister. Mind your tone."

"If you weren’t my sister, do you think I would have come today?"

"Fang Jun, I’m already suffering enough; are you trying to drive me to death?"

"Suffering?"

Fang Jun laughed.

"You’re just suffering. Fang Ai, have you ever considered that your disgraceful act affects not just you but the entire Fang Family! Our entire Fang Family will forever bear this shame and become a laughingstock of the entire Capital City, the entire Shenzhou, the entire world!"

By the end, Fang Jun’s eyes were red, and his breathing had become heavy.

Fang Ai looked dazed, only now grasping the severity of the situation; she collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"Then what do you want me to do? Do you think I wanted this? Yes, I shamed you, but if I die, won’t that relieve you from bearing this ridicule?"

"Then go ahead and die."

Fang Jun replied without hesitation, extremely cold.

Fang Ai, of course, was only speaking rhetorically. Seeing his lack of compassion, she couldn’t help feeling a surge of sorrow and held her face, sobbing softly.