Are you stupid? I am the villain behind the scenes

"It seems that you are not completely indifferent."

When Hua Chaochao arrived at Fu Lan's place, a pungent smell of alcohol hit her in the face.

Then I saw Fu Lan standing by the window, pouring glass of liquor after glass.

The morning sun poured in through the window, and the golden light fell on Fu Lan, as if his entire body was coated with a layer of light, but he gave people a gloomy feeling, like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no trace of life in him.

The wine cabinet was right next to them, and after Hua Chaochao said that, she walked straight over.

She deliberately picked a small bottle of light-flavored wine, so that Yi Mu wouldn't smell the alcohol on her when she returned, and then ask her pitifully why she didn't take him with her when she went out for a drink.

She couldn't resist that little look.

It was a meaningless sentence, but Fu Lan understood what Hua Chaochao meant.

He didn't say anything, but continued to pour wine into the glass and put it into his mouth.

Hua Chaochao dragged a chair to Fu Lan's side and sat in the sun.

She didn't use a cup, but took a sip directly from the bottle.

After she swallowed the wine, Fu Lan suddenly said, "It's not because of him."

He drank not because of Fu Weizheng.

Hua Chaochao turned her head and looked at Fu Lan with some confusion.

She guessed wrong?

Fu Lan took another sip of wine, and as if he felt Hua Chaochao's gaze, he continued, "Today is Yu Zhen's death anniversary."

It has been twenty-one years. It has been exactly twenty-one years since his Yuzhen died.

Hua Chaochao suddenly realized that he was thinking about his wife.

"If you love her so much, why did you let your son die without saving him?"

Fu Lan turned around slowly and met Hua Chaochao's slightly amused eyes, "Do you think the noble family can kill him?"

Hua Chaochao shrugged, "What if? He is facing four clan leaders now. If a fight really breaks out, can he escape alone?"

"So they won't fight." Fu Lan said firmly.

In the case of unequal combat power, Fu Weizheng would not be stupid enough to start a head-on conflict.

This is what Fu Lan knows about his son.

He is smart and if he wants to, he will be able to escape from the clutches of the aristocratic families.

Fu Lan admitted that Fu Weizheng had grown to a level that surprised even him. He was in no way inferior to his father, and was even better.

Give Fu Weizheng some time, maybe he can really bring down the aristocratic family.

Unfortunately, Fu Lan couldn't wait any longer.

After twenty-one years, his suffering should end.

Hua Chaochao didn’t know what Fu Lan was thinking. If she knew, she would definitely say: It would be better if he didn’t grow up. He is the absolute protagonist of this world.

"You have confidence in him."

Hua Chaochao shook the bottle in his hand while speaking, and then talked about another matter, "Your son has deep feelings for Bai Sheng. Aren't you afraid that he will turn against you after knowing what you did to Li Cenyuan and the others?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Fu Lan didn't care. "If the three of them were here, there's a high chance that my plan would fail."

"As for Fu Weizhen, I really didn't expect him to be involved with Li Cenyuan's daughter, but so what? He has no use to me anymore. It doesn't matter whether he recognizes me or not."

Fu Lan's tone was extremely cold, and it didn't sound like something a father would say at all.

In his eyes, Fu Weizheng was just a tool that could be discarded at any time on the road to revenge.

In fact, Fu Lan did love her son before Fu Weizheng was two years old, when Ji Yuzhen was still alive.

At that time, their family of three lived in Xuan Palace. Since the position of Lord Xuanzhou was not busy, he had plenty of time to spend with his wife and children. At that time, his heart was full of longing for the future.

However, all this came to an abrupt end after Ji Yuzhen's death.

From then on, the only thought that kept him alive was revenge for his wife, and he was willing to harm his own body and even take advantage of his son.

Before he knew it, there was only one sip of wine left in the bottle. Hua Chaochao drank it all in one gulp, put down the empty bottle, stood up and said, "I really want to hear the love story between you and your wife, but unfortunately I don't have time. You should be very busy today."

Hua Chaochao didn't know everyone's story. She didn't know what was not written in the book. For example, she didn't know at first that Yi Mu was the owner of Lotus Island.

"You continue to mourn your deceased wife, I'm leaving." Hua Chaochao patted his butt and left.

After Hua Chaochao left, Fu Lan turned around and faced the window again.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the golden sunlight. In a trance, he seemed to see Ji Yuzhen standing in front of him, smiling at him, holding his hand and saying, "Don't always have a blank expression on your face. Smile more. You look very beautiful when you smile."

As he said this, he stretched out his other hand to poke the corner of his mouth.

...Fu Lan smiled bitterly.

How magical it was! It had been so many years, and most people should have forgotten it long ago, but he could still clearly remember her every smile and frown.

At this moment, a tear quietly fell from the corner of Fu Lan's eye, hit the floor, and splashed a small piece of tear.

Yuzhen, I shouldn't be greedy.

If I wasn't greedy, you wouldn't have been killed by the aristocratic family, leaving me alone in this terrible world...

……

After Li Qingchi and Song Guwei stopped arguing, the scene fell silent for a while.

Obviously, no one had figured out a way to get Fu Lan out.

Of course, Ji Xianchen is not included.

Ji Xianchen knew there was a way to achieve this, but why did he tell it?

Don't forget that he and the noble family are also enemies, and the enemy who killed his mother is his enemy.

A few minutes passed like this, and then the quiet moment was broken.

A servant of the Li family ran in hurriedly and reported: "Patriarch, the former Xuan Lord is here and is outside!"

A single word caused a thousand waves. When the four clan leaders heard this, they couldn't help but stand up. Although Ji Xianchen stood still, his pupils trembled when he heard the servant's words, and he was also shocked in his heart -

How can it be?

"Is it really Fu Lan? Are you sure you're not seeing things?" Song Guwei asked in disbelief.

The servant was stumped by the question.

He couldn't guarantee this because he had never seen Fu Lan's true face.

In order to avoid making a mistake, the servant had to answer: "...He said he was Fu Lan."

At this time, Li Qingchi spoke up, "Let him in if he's outside."

You can tell whether it is true or false at a glance.

"Yes, Patriarch." The servant responded and hurried out to invite someone.

After a while, a man who looked to be about fifty years old walked in under the gaze of everyone.

The man looked around calmly, and when he saw Ji Xianchen, who was intact, his expression almost froze.

However, before he could calm down, he heard a shout: "How dare you! You are not Fu Lan, how dare you pretend to be him!"

The person who spoke was Song Guwei. From the moment this man showed up, the four clan leaders, no, and Ji Xianchen as well, immediately recognized that this man was not the real Fu Lan.

Although the Lord of Xuanzhou has stipulated that one cannot reveal one's true face in the presence of outsiders and must wear a golden mask that symbolizes status, this does not mean that the patriarchs of the aristocratic families are unaware of what Fu Lan looks like.

This guy just pretended to be Fu Lan and dared to say that he was Fu Lan. Did he think they were fools?

Not to mention Fu Lan, they even knew the face behind Fu Weizheng's mask clearly.

"Tell me! Who sent you here? Was it Fu Lan?" Song Guwei asked harshly.

"Forehead……"

The fake Fu Lan was exposed so easily, it was impossible not to panic.

He took slow steps back, wondering what his chances of survival would be if he rushed out now.

Song Guwei noticed the man's intention to run away and became even angrier. "You want to run away without answering? You're courting death!"

After saying that, he prepared to swing his crutch at him.

At this moment, Ji Xianchen suddenly stood up and said, "Wait, Chief Song, he is my man."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ji Xianchen.

Shen Lingtan frowned and asked, "Your people?"

He originally thought he could get revenge, but ended up being tricked. Shen Lingtan's face looked very unhappy at the moment, as if he was going to turn hostile if Ji Xianchen didn't give a reasonable explanation.

Ji Xianchen looked at the fake Fu Lan, who immediately showed an expression of admitting his mistake.

Retracting his gaze, Ji Xianchen looked at the four clan leaders and explained, "I pretended to be my father because I was worried about me. I hope you can forgive me."

"You said you would forgive me, so I will forgive you. Your people made us excited for nothing!" Song Guwei slammed his crutch heavily on the ground, making a bang bang sound.

"What does Patriarch Song want?" Ji Xianchen asked in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"It's simple, just kill him." Song Guwei said without even thinking.

The other three clan leaders had no objection to Song Guwei's simple and crude proposal.

In their view, any small person who played tricks on them should be killed.

When the fake Fu Lan heard that they were going to kill him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It’s over. I’m really going to die.

Although he had already made preparations for sacrifice when he decided to impersonate Fu Lan, he was still a little afraid when death really approached.

He did not expect Ji Xianchen to save him. After all, with three ninth-level martial artists present, he could hardly protect himself. He could not hold him back any longer.

Ji Xianchen didn't know what the fake Fu Lan was thinking, so in order to save his life, Ji Xianchen had to propose a deal.

"I have a way to make my father show up, as long as you let him go."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you had a solution?" Song Guwei glared at Ji Xianchen.

Ji Xianchen still said calmly: "I just thought of it too."

Song Guwei didn't believe it at all, "Let go--"

Before he could even utter the word "fart", Qi Man interrupted him.

"Okay, Gu Wei, sit down."

Qi Man looked at Ji Xianchen, "You said you have a solution, what is it?"