70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Fu Anhua was stunned: "Are you blaming me? Fu Shuyan, who gave you all the good life you've had all these years? I've sacrificed so much for you, and now that you've grown up, this is how you repay me!"

Fu Shuyan's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to retort, but he closed them again before the words were even out of his mouth.

He sat on a chair in the hospital corridor, head down, and didn't say another word.

Fu Anhua was furious: "They don't even like you, and you still go after them? What kind of person are you? Have you no shame?!"

"I'm just getting closer to my happiness..."

Fu Shuyan murmured softly, sensing that he couldn't understand and didn't want to listen, so he simply got up and walked away.

Because of the constant gossip in his family since childhood, he had no friends. Xiaoyu was the first person to get close to him. She was cheerful and lively, like a little sun. He was happy whenever he was near her.

Hearing the arguing, the nurse immediately came over and shouted, "Loud noises are prohibited in the hospital!"

Neither the father nor the son spoke again.

After a long pause, Fu Anhua said, "If you trust your brother, then go ahead."

Fu Shuyan lowered his eyes and looked at the hospital floor.

His dad's words clearly meant he didn't want him to go.

Seeing that he had stopped arguing, Fu Anhua softened his tone: "You are my son, would I ever harm you?"

Fu Shuyan didn't know.

But he thought that if it were his aunt, she wouldn't put Xiaoyu in such a dilemma.

Fu Shuyan looked up at the TV replay of Xiaoyu entering the top four. Her eyes were firm and steady, just like back then.

Fu Anhua looked at the TV, admiring Xiaoyu. If she were a normal girl who could get married peacefully, he would like her very much and even be willing to hand over all the family property to her.

But for a child whose ambition is hard to conceal when she stands on the world stage, her destiny is by no means limited to a small family.

"Dad Fu, your child has a fever again, come quickly..."

The doctor quickly called for Fu Anhua.

Fu Shuyan clenched her fists, and finally, urged by her father, reluctantly looked away and went to her younger brother's ward.

The moment he left, a newcomer took his place to watch Xiaoyu's exciting match.

In Xiaoyu's world, there are just too many spectators.

On August 7th, in the afternoon in the United States and in the early morning in China, the women's archery semi-finals began.

This wasn't the final, but it was still incredibly brutal.

Win, and step into the final stage of glory.

Losing meant all previous efforts were reduced to fourth place, the most regrettable footnote in the Olympic dictionary.

The venue was more crowded than it had been in the past few days.

The stands were no longer a loose crowd, but rather distinct blocks of color representing different factions.

Among them, the brightest red is no longer the small team formed by He Yuxiang and others, but now it has become a delegation!
These are overseas Chinese who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

The national flags they waved required considerable effort to unfurl in the almost stagnant, hot air.

"He Yuting! Go for it!!!"

"He Yuting! Go for it!!!"

"He Yuting! Go for it!!!"

……

The shouts were deafening and filled with overwhelming momentum.

Everyone is doing their best to cheer for Xiaoyu, hoping that she can win the opportunity to play the national anthem for the country again.

Xiao Yu stood on the ray of the second target position.

Her opponent today is Anna, the bronze medalist at the last World Championships, a renowned athlete known for her strong mental fortitude and machine-like consistency.

Anna is nearly ten years older than Xiaoyu and has a lot of experience.

The semi-finals will be played in a two-round format. Anna and Xiaoyu have already played each other yesterday, and Xiaoyu only beat Anna by three points!
Now that the score is tied, Ana has completed her final three arrows.

30 rings!
She stepped back calmly, her blue eyes looking at Xiaoyu with no emotion, only pure assessment.

Xiaoyu must score over 9 points in every round to completely defeat her! Xiaoyu knew the value of the last three arrows, so she didn't look at the scoreboard or her opponent. Her gaze was on the bow, and she felt the speed of the wind.

Then, she raised her head.

At that very moment, many people on the sidelines who knew her felt a jolt of fear.

That wasn't the Xiaoyu they knew.

When Xiaoyu practices, her eyes are very focused, like a stream. But now, her round eyes are burning with an almost domineering flame.

Xiao Yu's eyes were locked on the scarlet bullseye, like a hawk pinning its prey to the wasteland with its gaze before swooping down.

"Her eyes look different today."

On the stands, Coach Wang murmured to his assistant, the edge of the tactical board he was holding already damp with sweat.

Xiaoyu has always been a very focused child.

But they are extremely competitive!

In sports, it's all about striving to be number one.

He also loves to be number one in his studies.

It seems like I've always been locked in a life-or-death struggle with being number one.

But now it's a four-into-two elimination round!

He seems like a belligerent.

The more tense and exciting the moment, the more excited she became.

But as a guide, he wasn't entirely sure how well it could be implemented.

Coach Wang's assistant felt like his arm was about to be pinched red, but he was also nervous, so nervous that he couldn't speak. "God, please bless my Xiaoyu..."

Ah, no, this is God.

Not right either.

It seems that God and Chinese people have nothing to do with each other.

Never mind, Xiaoyu will defeat them with her own strength!
Xiao Yu nocked an arrow and raised her bow.

The same routine has been done countless times, but today, every movement carries an unprecedented weight and aggressiveness.

When the bow is drawn, the back muscles are sharply defined under the close-fitting sportswear, not unfolding at a steady pace, but with a resilient and explosive burst.

Her chin was pressed against the bowstring, her neck stretched into a beautiful yet strong arc, and her gaze pierced between the bowstring and the sight. That gaze was so intense that it seemed as if the bullseye had already been burned with a hole by her gaze before the arrow was even released.

whoosh-

Almost simultaneously with the arrow hitting the target, the target signaler at the far end of the target position quickly raised his flag, and the light on the electronic scoreboard jumped violently: 10 rings!
The Chinese contingent erupted with their first suppressed shout: "Good! Go, Xiaoyu!"

The sound was short but powerful.

Anna raised an eyebrow slightly.

Xiao Yu didn't pause at all, nor did she even check the score. She quickly drew the second arrow.

Her pace was so fast that it caught both her opponents and the audience off guard.

It wasn't a hurried rush driven by time, but rather her fierce drive to expedite the process, focusing solely on the result.

Second arrow, 10 rings!
wow——

The cheers from the stands grew even louder.

Several European journalists with professional telephoto cameras unconsciously shifted their lenses away from Anna and focused on the calm yet fierce profile of the Chinese girl.

The third arrow—

Release!

The sound of the arrow leaving the bowstring seemed sharper than the previous two times.

Like a black line, cutting through the solidified sunlight.

puff--

The target signaler even hesitated for a moment, repeatedly confirming before raising the flag. (End of Chapter)