102 "He harmed you..."

Fu Jinghong was beaten black and blue, feeling like he'd been stabbed with a knife all over his body. He exerted force and threw the person to the ground, then struggled to stand up, rolling and crawling.

"Damn it!" Fu Jinghong raised his hand to touch his swollen and bruised chin, his legs trembling with pain. "Are you fucking crazy!"

Lin Qiong had been flung to the ground, his cheeks and palms grazed by the stones on the ground, tiny crimson blood slowly oozing out. Lin Qiong didn't even look at his hands, just raised his hand to wipe his nose. Despite the pain, he didn't blink and stared firmly at Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong didn't expect Lin Qiong to be so slender yet so strong. He thought he could control him, but who the hell knew Lin Qiong fought like he had nothing to lose!

The next moment, Lin Qiong, who had just gotten up from the ground, turned around.

Fu Jinghong thought he was going to run and hurriedly stepped forward.

But Lin Qiong pushed over a scrap iron frame.

Lin Qiong crouched down and pulled out an iron rod from the debris, as thick as an adult man's forearm.

Fu Jinghong's eyebrows twitched as he looked at the object in the person's hand, taking a step back. "What are you going to do?!"

Lin Qiong looked at him. "I am going to break your legs."

Lin Qiong calmly walked towards a frozen Fu Jinghong and immediately struck his legs with the iron rod. 

Almost every strike he threw was aimed at his legs.

He didn't know how wicked people's hearts could be, he couldn't control others, but this person in front of him, he wanted him to taste the price, to experience the pain Fu Xingyun had once suffered.

"Why do you have the right to treat him like that?!!" Lin Qiong's eyes were bloodshot, the force in his hands getting stronger each time.

The other person destroyed Fu Xingyun's kindness, with fire.

Fu Jinghong: "Get in here! Everyone, get in here!"

The bodyguards who were originally guarding outside heard the noise inside and quickly pushed open the factory gates and came in.

At a glance, they saw the two grappling together.

Then several people rushed forward, pulling Lin Qiong down and pressing him to the ground.

But even though he was being pinned down, he still struggled desperately, his eyes staring crazily at Fu Jinghong.

"You bastard!"

Fu Jinghong spat out blood, and then aimed a kick at the person's chest. "You've got a big mouth."

The scene stung Fu Jinglin's eyes, he was still working with the sharp iron piece trying to cut his ropes, the skin on his wrist already raw.

Watching Lin Qiong cough violently, a sense of powerlessness filled his limbs and bones. He now realized how arrogant and small he really was.

"Aren't you still a child who needs protection?"

For a moment, bitterness filled Fu Jinglin's nostrils, and the young man's eyes turned red instantly.

His uncle had just told him yesterday that he was already an adult.

With a sudden loosening of the ropes on his hands, Fu Jinglin broke free and almost immediately rushed towards the person pressing down on Lin Qiong without hesitation.

Fortunately, being an athlete, he had strength and muscles honed from hard work and practice. He almost instantly knocked several people to the ground.

Lin Qiong saw the opportunity to get up, not to flee, but to instead to rush towards Fu Jinghong again.

Fu Jinghong was taken aback. "Are you all blind?! Come over here!"

However, there were only three bodyguards in total. Fu Jinglin restrained two of them, then, seeing another one about to move, he suddenly pounced to the ground, grabbing the person's leg and preventing them from advancing.

Even when the person above him kept hitting and kicking, Fu Jinglin gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

When Fu Xingyun and the police arrived together, they witnessed this spectacular scene.

Two bodyguards collapsed nearby, while Fu Jinglin was being kicked and punched as he held onto someone's leg, but that did not stop the young master from cursing.

"Damn it, wait till I get out of here and sue the hell out of you guys!!!"

Meanwhile, not far away, Lin Qiong was crying and throwing punches down onto Fu Jinghong.

Fu Xingyun's pupils contracted when he saw this scene in front of him.

"Don't move! Police!"

The last bodyguard who was still assaulting Fu Jinglin was frightened when they heard the police had arrived and stopped their actions. Only Lin Qiong continued throwing punches.

"Comrade! Comrade, calm down a bit!"

The security guard wanted to pull him off of Fu Jinghong, but Lin Qiong held on tightly and refused to let go.

Fu Xingyun quickly stepped forward, looking at the injuries on the person's face, feeling as if his heart had been torn out.

"Lin Qiong."

Hearing the voice, Lin Qiong, who had been moving before, froze instantly and then looked up in the direction of the voice.

"Xingyun." Lin Qiong's mouth trembled for a moment, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Xingyun, he... he harmed you, Xingyun, he harmed you..."

Fu Xingyun felt a pang in his chest and stepped forward to lift Lin Qiong up from the ground.

As if he were a drowning person who had found a life raft, Lin Qiong reached out and hooked his arms around Fu Xingyun's neck, crying uncontrollably.

"How could he treat you like this? How could he do this to you?"

Seeing the injuries on the other person, Fu Xingyun dared not use any strength in his embrace, afraid of causing further harm.

But the fear in his heart had not yet subsided. The moment Lin Qiong had been taken away, Fu Xingyun instantly lost his usual composure and rationality. Fortunately, he now had Lin Qiong back, but he dared not relax.

Then he turned his head and kissed him on the ear. "It's okay now, everything is over."

Lin Qiong clutched the man's clothes and cried, trembling uncontrollably.

"Does it hurt anywhere?"

Lin Qiong buried his face and shook his head.

Fu Xingyun looked at Lin Qiong's bruised and swollen hands, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the unconscious Fu Jinghong with a cold gaze.

Then he whispered in Lin Qiong's ear, "Let's go to the hospital first."

Lin Qiong nodded.

After being rescued, Fu Jinglin stood with his head bowed, suffering from shame and immaturity.

Fu Xingyun comforted Lin Qiong nearby, and Fu Jinglin glanced at them without saying anything.

As Fu Xingyun walked past, he raised his hand and patted his head.

"You did well, come along."

Fu Jinglin stared wide-eyed, watching the tall figure of the man walking away, feeling relieved in his heart. He quickly hurried after them. 

As the suspect was unconscious and the victims were injured, the police questioning was conducted at the hospital.

Fortunately, after a thorough examination, it was determined that both Lin Qiong and Fu Jinglin only suffered superficial injuries, frightening in appearance but not too serious. However, Fu Jinghong had multiple broken bones in his legs.

Lin Qiong noticed that Fu Xingyun kept staring at his bruised face, feeling uncomfortable, he turned his head away.

"Can you stop looking at me now?"

Seeing the bruises on Lin Qiong's face, Fu Xingyun felt a pang of heartache. "Why?"

Lin Qiong: "It's... not pretty."

He must look like a swollen pig's head now.

Fu Xingyun held an ice pack for him, his hands trembling slightly, afraid of causing him more pain.

Seeing his concern, Lin Qiong spoke up, "Actually, I'm fine."

But there was no way that Fu Xingyun would listen, and he spent the next half month working from home to take care of Lin Qiong.

---

Fu Jinghong was almost immediately subjected to interrogation once he woke up in the hospital. In the end, in addition to the kidnapping charge, he was also charged with previous crimes such as arson and attempted murder.

Fu Jinghong remained under police surveillance during his time in the hospital. Despite hiring the best lawyer, the best outcome he could hope for was life imprisonment. Fu Jinghong knew his life was over, completely and utterly.

It wasn't until three months later when Fu Jinghong was sent to prison that Fu Xingyun visited him under the pretext of a visit.

Fu Jinghong wore a prison uniform with a number on it, his face pale and haggard, with sunken eye sockets and emaciated as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Seeing Fu Xingyun pick up the phone outside the partition, Fu Jinghong sneered, "Are you here to mock me?"

Fu Xingyun's voice was indifferent. "Your mother probably didn't expect you to end up like this when she died."

Gritting his teeth, Fu Jinghong retorted, "You have the nerve to bring that up? If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have jumped off that building in the first place!"

"That is nonsense. Even without me, she would have still died."

"Bullshit! You forced her into it. My mother worked hard...!"

"As someone's mistress?"

"You!" That was the word he couldn't stand the most.

But Fu Xingyun remained indifferent, unfazed by Fu Jinghong's outburst.

"Your mother would have died with or without me."

"Nonsense! My mother had finally entered the Fu family, giving me a chance to reclaim my heritage and live the life I wanted. How could she seek death?!"

Fu Xingyun took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. It was a pathology report.

The name of the patient on the report was none other than Fu Jinghong's mother.

At that time, she already knew her time was limited due to the aggressive nature of the cancer inside her body. She had asked to meet Fu Xingyun on the rooftop, intending to create the illusion that he had driven her to her death to pave the way for her son's future.

She deeply understood the gap between the two of them, but she also wanted to give her son the best, whether it was the Fu family or the Fu business. However, what she didn't anticipate was that a rat will always be a rat, destined to live in the dark, just like her son.

Fu Jinghong almost collapsed when he learned the truth, staring at the pathology report in disbelief.

After Fu Xingyun finished speaking, he didn't even look at Fu Jinghong and got up to leave.

---

Meanwhile, Lin Qiong was at home, barefoot, eating ice cream. It was early autumn now, and Fu Xingyun didn't allow him to eat it, but in the midday heat, Lin Qiong couldn't resist and took it out while Fu Xingyun was away.

Hearing the sound of the front door unlocking, he quickly stuffed the remaining ice cream into his mouth and disposed of the packaging, but Fu Xingyun almost immediately noticed the ice cream container in the trash bin as soon as he entered.

Lin Qiong swallowed nervously but managed to keep a natural expression.

"What were you doing just now?" Fu Xingyun took off his coat and leaned over to look at him.

Lin Qiong played innocent. "Waiting for you to come home."

Fu Xingyun narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. "Vanilla?"

Lin Qiong: !!!

---

After having been caught eating ice cream yesterday, his stomach started hurting during dinner. In fact, this new pain had lasted almost half a month now. Lin Qiong, whose appetite had been poor recently, thought he had a stomach problem, so he bought some medicine from the pharmacy, but it didn't seem to be working.

Although he had advised his nephew not to Google medical advice, Lin Qiong couldn't help but do it himself.

Just ten minutes after searching, tears welled up in Lin Qiong's eyes.

Google's conclusion: Cancer.

Lin Qiong nestled into Fu Xingyun's arms nervously all night.

No, he couldn't die! He had just found his lover! And there was a lifetime of money that had to be spent. He couldn't die!!

The next morning, when Fu Xingyun went out, Lin Qiong hurriedly went to the hospital.

After describing a bunch of symptoms, the doctor decided to start with an abdominal ultrasound.

The gel applied to his belly felt cool.

"Wow!"

"Ah!"

"So that's it!"

Lying on the examination table, Lin Qiong almost burst into tears. "Doctor, am I okay?"

The doctor glanced at him without answering, making Lin Qiong even more nervous.

It's over, he must have a terminal illness!

Farewell to this beautiful world!

The doctor pointed to the screen, where a blurry mass was visible. "Do you know what this is?"

Lin Qiong sobbed, "A tumor?"

The doctor: "A baby."

Lin Qiong: ???