Chapter 493
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 493: banquet at Hongmen
Translator: 5496903
He just wanted to fight for something for himself. It was all based on their own abilities.
âBut I really didnât do it.â
He Rui replied,âFu Cheng, donât you understand? It doesnât matter whether you did it or not. Whatâs important is that in the eyes of the public, even the police, you did it. What did I tell you? I told you not to mess with him, why didnât you listen?â
Fu Cheng was obviously not the same kind of person as Fu Jiang. Even at this time, he didnât show any signs of panic. you donât have to worry about my matter. I will solve it myself.
Her phone rang. It was a call from Fu Nanli. The person on the other end of the line spoke in a deep voice, his emotions unreadable. letâs have dinner together tonight.
âAlright, brother.â
After hanging up, he Rui was worried. Fu Nanli asked you out for dinner? â she asked.
âYes.â
âWhy didnât you refuse?â
âWhy should I refuse? Heâs my brother after all.â
âArenât you afraid that itâs a treacherous plot? Iâve repeatedly told you that Fu Nanli is never a kind person.â
Fu Cheng pressed his motherâs shoulder. âItâs alright, itâs fine.â
That night, at the little Tangshan club, the long table under the crystal chandelier was covered with a white tablecloth. Goblets and silver-plated knives and forks glowed under the light.
When Fu Cheng entered, Fu Nanli was already seated. He acted as if nothing had happened, smiling and calling out âbrotherâ.
Fu Nanli smiled at him as well.
Fu Nanli sat on the main seat, and Fu Cheng sat down beside him.
âBrother, how are your injuries?â
Fu Nanliâs long and slender fingers held onto the silver chopsticks, a smile appearing on his face. âI wonât die.â
Fu Chengâs eyes drooped as he picked up some food and placed it into the bone plate.
thatâs good. Iâm very worried.
Fu Nanli finally raised his head to look at him. the results of the policeâs investigation. Some evidence points to you. Do you have anything to say? â
He said it so nonchalantly, as if he was talking about drinking tonight. Fu Chengâs hand paused, and the air seemed to freeze. It was clearly a peaceful atmosphere, but Fu Cheng could vaguely sense the tension. After a while, he smiled and said, â brother, I didnât.
It was impossible to tell from Fu Nanliâs expression whether he was happy or angry. He merely threw away the chopsticks in his hand and picked up the silk handkerchief at the side to wipe the corners of his mouth.âI didnât really believe the police when they said that the evidence pointed to you.â
Fu Cheng looked at his brother. there must be some misunderstanding.
The corners of Fu Nanliâs lips curled up. the fu family has already produced Fu Jiang. Heâs already in jail.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes.â The hand that was holding the chopsticks was tightly clenched, and the veins were exposed.
I donât want another Fu Jiang to appear in the fu family. The fu family will become the topic of gossip and a laughing stock.
âYouâre right, brother. Iâve always kept that in mind.â
Iâve already spoken to the police. I donât think it was you. Itâs just that the police pay attention to the facts and evidence. The evidence points to your bodyguard, so I wonât interfere with the law.
Fu Chengâs grip on his chopsticks tightened, and the smile on his face was a little helpless.
Setting him up to take the blame and saying it so arrogantly ... This cousin of his ... He had indeed underestimated him, seriously underestimated him.
It was strange. He had been studying abroad since he was a child, and he was the only Prince in the Central District. He didnât have to fight for anything. He didnât understand where his brother had learned to be so scheming.
In the end, he was probably born with it.
âBrother, youâre right. Maybe it was really my bodyguard who did such a treacherous thing behind my back. If it was really him, I wonât let him off easily and will definitely hand him over to the police.â