Lu Qianzhou spoke slowly, his tone as gentle as ever. "Who are you referring to?"
"Mr. Lu, could you stop playing dumb? Since you were able to arrange this whole thing, it means you've long known Uncle Fu's identity. Please save him! If he falls into Fang Jiangyi's hands, he's as good as dead."
Yan Xia took a deep breath, as if mustering up a great deal of determination. There seemed to be a hint of a sob in her voice. "I'm begging you. Save him at all costs. I need to see him."
Right now, Uncle Fu was the only relative she could get in touch with and draw close to. She wasn't going to let go of any chance to save him.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Xia tossed her phone to Wen Liang.
Her arm had been bleeding all along. Soon, the staff returned to the lounge with a first - aid kit and helped her treat the wound.
After that, the staff hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss Lu, Mr. Fang Jiangyi has been eager to thank you in person. If your schedule allows, would you be kind enough to meet him in the lobby later?"
After all, she was the adopted daughter of the Third Master Lu. It was her first time representing the Third Master Lu at their charity dinner, and something had gone wrong. Naturally, they had to handle the matter properly.
"You don't need to meet Brother Jiangyi. I'll make things clear to you."
A sudden voice came from the doorway.
Yan Xia looked up and saw Peng Shiyi, wearing a white evening dress that was a couple's outfit with Fang Jiangyi's. She was standing at the lounge door, chin slightly raised, looking extremely arrogant.
Yan Xia sneered inwardly but remained calm on the surface. "Who are you?"
"I'm Brother Jiangyi's date, Peng Shiyi, and his future girlfriend." Peng Shiyi looked down at her. "Do you live by the sea? Why do you interfere so much? You've been so eager to please Brother Jiangyi. What's your motive?"
"Heh." Yan Xia let out a cold laugh. "If I had any motive, you wouldn't even have a chance."
Peng Shiyi walked into the room haughtily. She seemed quite interested as she sized Yan Xia up and down. Leaning one hand on the table beside the sofa, she arrogantly asserted her claim.
"Playing hard - to - get is easy for anyone. No matter what your motive is, remember this clearly. Don't even think about having any ideas about him. He's mine."
Yan Xia curved her lips. "You two are a perfect match."
Indeed, a heartless man and a vile woman were always a perfect pair.
Peng Shiyi blew gently on her blood - red nails, her tone full of pride. "Of course, no need for you to say."
"However, I remember that Mr. Fang is engaged. He's the well - known lovesick man. When did he get a girlfriend like you? Are you the other woman, or is his reputation as a lovesick saint all fake..."
"You!" Peng Shiyi's face changed. "Don't mention that unlucky dead woman. What right does she have to occupy the position of Brother Jiangyi's fiancée!"
Yan Xia's face also darkened gradually. She could play around with Peng Shiyi in small ways, but she always protected her own. She couldn't stand anyone insulting her family.
Yan Xia didn't want to talk to such a brainless person at all. She threw away the wet wipe in her hand that was used to wipe the blood, got up, and said to Wen Liang,
"Let's go. Don't keep Father waiting."
Before she could reach the door, Peng Shiyi blocked her way again.
"Stop. You're not leaving until you make things clear."
Yan Xia looked at her coldly. "What else do you want to do?"
Peng Shiyi said viciously, "Did you remember everything I told you just now? Stay away from Brother Jiangyi from now on. Don't let me see you in front of him again! Otherwise, I don't mind making you end up like that dead woman, Cheng Yanxi, never to see the sun again."