My wife has always been timid

"what?"

Fu's mother's expression suddenly tightened.

Kong Ang also widened his eyes in astonishment, was it about Su Qingcheng's life?

He had never heard of it before, so he frowned and asked, "Why is it about Miss Qingcheng? It's also about her life. You have to make it clear to me today, don't sow discord here!"

"Kong Ang, let him speak slowly."

Seeing that Kong Ang was too emotional, Mother Fu reprimanded him lightly.

Kong Ang was reprimanded, licked his lower lip hastily, and explained: "Madam, it's not my fault for my bad attitude. There are countless pairs of eyes staring at Master and Miss Qingcheng, hoping for their separation. The subordinates must be cautious."

Fu's mother was silent, and her sharp eyes moved to the old doctor Wen.

The old doctor Wen immediately bowed down, with a pious attitude: "Madam, I have been in the Fu family for more than forty years, how could I tell lies to sow discord?"

"Yes, you have been in the Fu family for more than forty years, and you are older than me, but if you say this, who doesn't know if you have been bribed, hoping that my master and Miss Qingcheng will turn against each other?"

Kong Ang immediately counterattacked.

"You're talking nonsense!" The old doctor Wen was so slandered, he was so angry that he raised his hand and pointed at Kong Ang in public, regardless of etiquette, and said tremblingly: "Little yellow-haired boy, you are talking nonsense—"

Kong Ang snorted disdainfully: "It doesn't matter if you say I'm a slut or a lie, the master is a life-saving grace to me, Miss Qingcheng treats me with deep affection, and the two of them are even more affectionate, I don't allow you to fart here !"

This old doctor was completely stunned.

Facing the pressure, Kong Ang stood there with his back straight, blocking out all the language floods that were unfavorable to Su Qingcheng and Fu Xiuyuan.

"Then let me explain to you—"

Suddenly another vigorous and powerful voice interjected, attracting everyone's attention at once.

I saw that the door next to him opened at some unknown time, under the wheelchair pushed by Uncle Gao, Mr. Fu with a serious face came out slowly, and his deep and sharp eyes swept over everyone present with a strong majesty.

Kong Ang seldom faced Mr. Fu head-on, and his nerves were tense at this moment.

Mother Fu also stood up.

With the upbringing in hand, she was worried about Fu Xiuyuan's condition and she couldn't break the rules.

But now that the situation is precarious, she didn't care too much about it, and asked straight to the point: "Old man, what do you say?"

There was temptation in her tone.

Seeing Mr. Fu's tone when he came out, she felt that Mr. Fu had a way to save her son.

That's right, Fu Xiuyuan is not only her son, but also the leader and backbone of the Fu family. The foundation of the Fu family for hundreds of years is in the hands of her son. Otherwise, he would have given up on the entire Fu family. After all, no one in the Fu family can carry the banner except Fu Xiuyuan.

Of course, with the old man's utilitarian character, he would definitely not give up on Fu Shi.

When Mother Fu thought about it, she felt at ease, and sure enough, she heard Mr. Fu's old voice say in the next second——

"Back then, you didn't know the boss's illness at all, and I couldn't let you know, lest it would be harmful to us if it spread to the outside world." Mr. Fu said with a sneer, and sighed: "Actually, the antidote has always been there. That girl at home."

"Su...Su family girl? Qingcheng?" Fu's mother's eyes were a little puzzled.

Mr. Fu laughed horribly, and asked sarcastically, "Otherwise, why do you think I would let the boss make a marriage contract with the daughter of a small third-rate family?"

Is it because she is the antidote?
"The person who tested the medicine back then was Su Qingcheng. She had tasted all the poisons. In the end, she was invulnerable to all poisons, and her blood was the antidote." Mr. Fu seemed very proud of his arrangement, and he sneered: " I had expected that the boss's condition would be unstable, but fortunately, I saved a hand and directly tied the girl to the boss's side, just in case."

Mother Fu couldn't help being dumbfounded.

I thought that Mr. Fu would only take the initiative to make this marriage contract out of gratitude, but I didn't expect that there was something else hidden in it.

"Why is this..." Kong Ang lowered his head in frustration.

The match made in heaven in his heart turned out to be a conspiracy woven by some people, which made it difficult for him to accept for a while.

But one thing he was sure of.

The master really loves Miss Qingcheng, and without any conspiracy, he will definitely not agree to sacrifice Miss Qingcheng.

Thinking of this, Kong Ang raised his head immediately, with sincere eyes: "Old master, we can't do this, even if Miss Qingcheng is the master's antidote, the master will not agree."

"He agrees?" Mr. Fu laughed when he heard this.

But in just a moment, his old face was as cold as ice, and he snorted: "Is he still alive? Is it his turn to agree to this kind of thing?"

"But Miss Qingcheng also has a life, we still have other ways."

"Don't be naive." Mr. Fu glanced at Kong Ang pityingly, his eyes were disdainful: "It's hard for you to be so naive after following the boss for so long."

"But……"

Boom!Before Kong Ang could finish his sentence, the teacup was suddenly hit on his forehead. The hard teacup broke his skin heavily, and a smear of bright red and dazzling blood flowed out instantly.

Mr. Fu's eyes were like a ferocious eagle, and he pursed his lips and stared at him majestically.

"Spread the word! Do your best to capture Su Qingcheng, don't waste your efforts in wasting that impostor of the Su family, find it for me on a larger scale, and exchange blood for the Patriarch immediately after finding it!"

what?
Kong Ang suddenly widened his eyes.

Mr. Fu, who has been bedridden and considered ignorant of world affairs, even knows that the Su family is a counterfeit... The old man hides really deep!
"At first, I wanted to let her go, but who would have thought that the boss can't do without her..."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Fu sighed, and looked out the window at the rainy night with heavy rain, layers of vicissitudes appeared in his slightly cloudy eyes, as if he was watching the end of death.

Fu's hidden guards had already obeyed the order and set off one by one.

Now that Fu Xiuyuan is in a coma, Mr. Fu is the helmsman of the Fu family, and the secret guards have always only obeyed the orders of the Patriarch, and Kong Ang could only watch them set out to arrest Su Qingcheng one by one.

There has never been such a moment, Kong Ang did not want Su Qingcheng to be found.

He looked at Fu's mother begging for help, hoping that his wife could say a word for Su Qingcheng, but suddenly met the other's lifeless eyes.

Kong Ang's heart trembled: "Madam, could it be that you..."

"..."

Fu's mother glanced at him, her eyes were filled with sadness and struggle, and finally she just sighed and got up to go upstairs.

"Take care of your master, I'm tired, I'm going to rest first."

When the words fall, the people disappear.

Kong Ang looked at the closed door, his fists hanging by his side gradually clenched, his teeth were about to be crushed, why did this happen, why didn't he try harder to find other ways!
Rumbling... The muffled rolling thunder mixed with lightning kept coming from outside the window.

Kong Ang leaned against the wall weakly, looked out the window at the night that could almost swallow people, and prayed secretly: Miss Qingcheng, please don't be found...

The thunder is rolling, and the rainy night is noisy.

On the most secretive tree in Fu's family, the thick branches and leaves covered the slender figure of the woman, and those eyes hidden in the night stared coldly and calmly in the living room, taking a panoramic view of everything that happened just now.

Looking at the hidden guards spreading in all directions from Fu Zhai under the night, ridicule and disdain climbed into her eyes.

Oh, Mrs. Fu.