Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 43: Meeting with my eldest son

Song Jinwei pouted and stubbornly refused to speak.

Fu Siyue's cold and sharp gaze fixed on him, his deep voice even more oppressive, "I'll say it again, I apologize."

Song Jinwei's tears fell instantly, and she choked out to Fu Siyue, "I'm sorry."

Fu Siyue's eyes darkened. "You weren't talking to me."

Feeling deeply humiliated, Song Jinwei nearly broke down and yelled at Wei Xifeng again, "I'm sorry, okay?!"

Fu Siyue looked at Wei Xifeng, who knew he was asking about the outcome of the matter, so he casually replied, "It was barely passable."

"Barely enough is already too much," Fu Siyue said, clasping his hands together on his stomach and crossing his legs. "In that case, let's talk about your stunt double hitting my men and Song Jinwei."

Wei Xifeng's expression changed because Fu Siyue mentioned the word "stand-in" again. His eyes turned fierce and red. "Fu Siyue, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"

Fu Siyue didn't want to get hung up on the form of address, mainly because he didn't know the other person's name. However, if it was something he wanted to know, he could find out in no time. To put it bluntly, he didn't care what kind of substitute Wei Xifeng had found, or whether it was Qiao Yiran's substitute or not; he had no interest in knowing.

"Alright, your men, that's enough. Your men beat my men and they're still unconscious. Song Jinwei isn't in much better shape either. You need to hand them over and give me an explanation." Fu Siyue tapped the table, the deep yet crisp sound striking the hearts of everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Song Jinwei immediately stopped crying. She gently covered her face, as the finger marks on her face were still visible after a whole day. Her face was swollen and painful, not to mention the injuries on her chest and back.

Her gaze was fierce and venomous. "That's right, this matter absolutely cannot be left like this, otherwise what am I supposed to do after all this?!"

Wei Xifeng looked over with a gloomy and sharp gaze.

Song Jinwei immediately shrank behind Fu Siyue in fear, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Wei Xifeng didn't look away. "What's the big deal? You're just unlucky."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinwei's face turned ugly, knowing that Wei Xifeng was returning the favor to her.

Wei Xifeng continued, "You deserved it, you deserved it."

With each word he spoke, Song Jinwei's expression grew increasingly grim, until finally she clenched her fists tightly.

Wei Xifeng glanced at Fu Siyue, "As for your men being unconscious? Ha, more than a dozen people couldn't even beat one person. If it were me, I wouldn't even dare to say it. What explanation do you need? Send them back for rehabilitation."

Fu Siyue lowered his eyes. He really hadn't expected that the stand-in would have such abilities. His strength was probably comparable to that of a top-level agent.

Is there really no problem with the identity of such a person?

At this point, Fu Siyue began to have the idea of ​​investigating.

Song Jinwei somewhat agreed with Wei Xifeng's words. Those good-for-nothings couldn't even beat a woman, which led to her being captured and brought here.

"Where is Jiang Liwu? Let her come out! If she has the guts to hit people, then she shouldn't be hiding! I've already apologized to you, so Jiang Liwu must also admit her mistake and apologize to me!" Song Jinwei shouted, her voice hoarse.

When Song Jinwei uttered the name Jiang Liwu, Fu Siyue's heart skipped a beat, and as his heartbeat returned, a dense sense of panic spread through him.

"Jiang Liwu." Fu Siyue murmured the name, his thin lips moving slightly. "Jiang Wu." He then pronounced his stepmother's name, a difference of only one character, which made Fu Siyue's eyes complex. He stared intently at Wei Xifeng with suspicion and inquiry.

Wei Xifeng crossed his arms and didn't intend to say much to Fu Siyue.

Just then, a lazy, leisurely voice rang out, accompanied by footsteps approaching from afar, "You're looking for me?"

The sound made Fu Siyue's soul tremble. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, and he could hardly breathe. How could this be?

Fu Siyue told himself it was impossible. He clenched his fists, lowered his legs, and tried his best to calm himself down.

However, when he turned to look in the direction of the person who came from, Fu Siyue's usually narrow and sharp eyes widened, his pupils trembling uncontrollably. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound, his expression instantly blank.

Jiang Liwu naturally saw Fu Siyue as well. She carefully took in Fu Siyue's features and couldn't help but smile as she looked at the enlarged version of the cool little boy from his childhood.

Fu Siyue was stunned; the person in front of him was so beautiful, it was like a dream.

Song Jin's slightly shrill voice stimulated his brain, telling him that this was not a dream, "You heard what I just said, right?"

"Yes, I heard you." Jiang Liwu nodded. "You want a reward, right?"

"What reward?" Song Jin was slightly confused, her gaze involuntarily falling on the fried rice with eggs that Jiang Liwu was holding.

The fried rice was so delicious that each grain looked like a golden bead, and its aroma was so enticing that it made one's stomach rumble. Song Jin felt a pang of hunger and couldn't help but swallow. Because she hadn't eaten all day, her stomach soon started to growl.

Her eyes were glued to the fried rice, unable to look away. She watched as the fried rice was placed in front of Wei Xifeng, and Jiang Liwu handed the spoon to Wei Xifeng.

She then straightened up, revealing a section of her forearm, slender yet strong. At that moment, Jiang Liwu slowly and methodically adjusted her sleeves. The next second, Song Jinwei saw Jiang Liwu's ambiguous smile and asked, "Did you say thank you?"

Realizing what Jiang Liwu meant by reward, Song Jin's eyes blazed with fury. "You hit me and you expect me to thank you? Dream on!"

Fearing that Jiang Liwu might suddenly attack her, Song Jinwei honestly hid even more tightly.

Jiang Liwu raised an eyebrow, then turned and left.

However, she hadn't taken more than a few steps when Fu Siyue grabbed her hand tightly. His tall figure loomed over her, and all her unspoken emotions were shrouded in shadow. His voice was low and husky, trembling slightly, "Don't go."

Song Jin was shocked and didn't know how to react. She was sure that Fu Siyue and Jiang Liwu had not been in contact before, so when did Jiang Liwu hook up with Fu Siyue?

Wei Xifeng snorted, scooped up a mountain of fried rice with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, and savored the delicious taste. His eyes widened in amazement, and he unconsciously began to enjoy it.

Lin Feng's expression was also quite interesting, his eyes widened, his boss actually took the initiative to hold the hand of a woman other than Song Jinwei.

Jiang Liwu smiled and gently patted Fu Siyue, "Have a seat for a while."

She led Fu Siyue back to the sofa and sat him down, pressing his shoulder down.

Fu Siyue obediently followed Jiang Liwu's force, staring at Jiang Liwu without blinking.

Jiang Liwu left quickly.