Li Yun stared at the text on the chat screenshot, her face flushed with anger.
The earlier part showed Fang Chu pleading with Liu Ping, mentioning that they had collaborated before and made quite a fortune.
Of course, Fang Chu also said that he had a very good relationship with Li Yun's family, as close as one family.
Everything seemed normal at first, but suddenly, Liu Ping's tone changed.
Liu Ping: Brother Fang, if it weren't for your sake, I'd never let this girl off. But I have a condition.
Fang Chu: What condition?
Liu Ping: I want this girl's mother to spend a night with me. Her daughter killed my father. It'll be even if I sleep with her mother.
Fang Chu: Come on, bro. Stop joking around and be serious.
Liu Ping: I'm dead serious. One night with me and a compensation of one million. Then we'll call it quits. Otherwise, her daughter goes to jail.
Fang Chu: I firmly disagree. Li Yun is like family to me. There's no room for negotiation on this.
Liu Ping: Well, how about this? You do it, but you have to take a video for me to see.
Fang Chu: …
…
Li Yun's eyes welled up with tears as she read the chat history.
"Auntie, he's so insistent. We're in the wrong here. Maybe we should just give up," someone said.
Fang Chu struggled to hold back his laughter. "Yingying is still young. A few years in jail won't matter. She can come work for my company when she gets out."
Li Yun clenched her fists tightly and took a few deep breaths before shouting angrily, "I won't let Yingying go to jail!"
"But his demands..."
"I agree!"
Li Yun said.
"Ah... Auntie, why do you have to do this?"
"I agree to spend a night with him!"
Li Yun said to the phone.
"Ah?"
Fang Chu was stunned. His well - thought - out plan was about to be ruined.
But he had plenty of other tricks up his sleeve.
"Auntie, are you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Li Yun wiped away her tears. For her daughter, she was willing to die, let alone do this.
Besides, she wasn't a young virgin anymore.
"Okay, then I'll hang up. I'll talk to him," Fang Chu said and hung up the phone.
Li Yun continued to sit on the sofa, waiting anxiously.
After a while, Fang Chu sent another screenshot.
Li Yun stared at the screenshot with her eyes wide open.
Fang Chu: Bro, I just asked. Li Yun is willing to be with you. As for the one million, I'll pay.
Liu Ping: No! I just thought about it. If she's with me, she might have a reason to sue me for coercion later, and I'll end up in jail too.
Liu Ping: Brother Fang, this job is yours. I have to see the video to make sure you're not faking it.
Fang Chu: What if you use the video to blackmail us later?
Liu Ping: I just want to see if you're lying to me. You don't have to send me the video. Just let me take a look.
Fang Chu: Sigh!
Just then, Fang Chu called.
Li Yun answered the phone. "Xiao Fang, you've really done your best."
"Sigh! Auntie, sigh..."
Fang Chu sighed repeatedly on the phone. "Maybe we should just forget it. It's not good for you."
"Xiao Fang! For Yingying, I'm willing to do anything. Can you guarantee that he's not lying to you?"
Although Li Yun had a bad feeling in her heart, she had no other choice at the moment.
All she could do was this.
"I guarantee it. If he dares to lie to me, I won't let him off," Fang Chu said on the other end of the phone.
"Okay! Xiao Fang... Where are you? I... I'll come to you later."
Li Yun's voice was intermittent.
"I'm at the Imperial City Hotel. Auntie, you have to think this through," Fang Chu said.
"I've already made up my mind."
Li Yun said and hung up the phone.
She sat on the sofa in a daze, constantly wiping away her tears with her sleeve. For some reason, a face appeared in her mind.
It wasn't her dead husband from more than a decade ago, but a young face.
Xu Mu.
Li Yun wasn't a naive twenty - year - old girl anymore. She knew exactly what she was feeling.
Xu Mu had been so kind to her. Unlike Fang Chu's mere verbal support, Xu Mu had really helped them with real money.
If she were still young, she would have gone to Xu Mu first and given him her most precious thing.
But she wasn't. She was just a thirty - six - year - old woman. What was she pretending for?
If she really went to Xu Mu, she might even scare him.
Li Yun left home absent - mindedly. She bought two bottles of white wine at a nearby store.
She went back home and poured herself a glass.
She wanted to get drunk. Once she was drunk, she could pretend it was all a dream.
…
Fang Chu took a shower in the hotel.
He knew that getting Li Yun now would be a piece of cake.
He had a plan. He would use the video to blackmail her in the future, but of course, he'd let Liu Ping do the dirty work.
So in the future, others would take the blame, and he'd reap the benefits.
"No!"
Fang Chu realized that he was starting to get excited, which was not a good state.
He only had one chance this time. If he wanted a second round, she probably wouldn't agree.
Fang Chu thought for a while and decided to take care of himself first. That way, when Li Yun came, he wouldn't finish too quickly.
He took out his phone and called Li Yun.
After a while, Li Yun answered. "Xiao Fang."
"Auntie, where are you?"
Fang Chu tried to keep himself calm.
"I'm coming right away, right away..."
Li Yun said and hung up the phone.
…
Xu Mu was surprised that it was Lu Xueyao's people, not those from the Xu Group, who finally found the delivery guy.
This was the second time Lu Xueyao had helped him. He had to find time to thank her.
After finding the delivery guy, Xu Mu stuffed him a thousand yuan without hesitation. "Do you have a camera on you when you deliver food?"
"Yeah. Besides delivering food, I also make money by editing videos," the delivery guy said, still a bit scared. He thought he had offended someone when he was suddenly grabbed by a few tattooed men.
"Let me see the video you shot today," Xu Mu reached out his hand. "Don't worry, I mean no harm."
"Okay."
The delivery guy immediately opened the video for Xu Mu to watch.
Xu Mu skipped to the morning. After the traffic light, he finally saw the old man.
The old man was standing on the other side of the road, talking on the phone. Then he nodded and put the phone away.
At the same time, Zhao Yingying appeared.
The old man stared at Zhao Yingying from afar. He didn't start moving until she was almost in front of him.
"Good!"
After watching this video and the previous one, although Xu Mu couldn't completely clear Zhao Yingying's name, he could at least fight the case in court and drag it out.
…
Li Yun had arrived at the hotel where Fang Chu was staying.
As soon as she walked into the lobby, her phone vibrated.
She took it out and saw that it was Xu Mu calling.
She originally wanted to hang up directly, but after a moment of hesitation, she answered the call. "Xiao Mu."
"Auntie, Yingying is okay. I've found the evidence," Xu Mu's voice came through the phone.
Li Yun's body trembled, and she burst into tears of joy.
It was this man again!
It was him again!
"Xiaomu, Auntie is drunk. Come and pick me up. I'll send you the room number."
Li Yun had made up her mind and walked towards the front desk. Instead of looking for Fang Chu, she booked a room for herself.

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