She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

"That's right, I'm going to take my anger out on you, Fu Xiuheng. What can you do about it? I want to see what tricks you can pull today. Show me what you've got, I'm not afraid of you!"

After saying that, he raised his chin provocatively, his arrogant demeanor making people even more infuriated.

Fu Liancheng waved his hand, and his men immediately swarmed forward, pouncing on Fu Xiuheng like wolves and tigers.

They were rough and clumsy, haphazardly tearing at Fu Xiuheng's clothes.

Fu Xiuheng waved his arms frantically, trying to stop him, and kept shouting.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

But his men wouldn't listen to him and continued to attack relentlessly.

Standing aside, Fu Liancheng watched Fu Xiuheng struggle like this, and felt increasingly displeased. A nameless anger suddenly flared up inside him.

He rushed forward, raised his hand, and slapped Fu Xiuheng hard across the face with all his might.

The sharp "snap" sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Fu Liancheng shouted orders to his men with a fierce expression.

"Hold him down. He has to be stripped naked and searched today. No matter what tricks he tries, I'm going to search him thoroughly and not let any suspicious parts slip by!"

Upon receiving the order, the men swarmed forward, and together they pinned Fu Xiuheng to the ground.

Fu Xiuheng's face was forced to press against the soft carpet, but at this moment he could not feel any softness, only a feeling of humiliation.

He struggled desperately, twisting his body in an attempt to break free from this humiliating restraint, but no matter how hard he tried, his clothes were stripped off piece by piece by those people.

The men took the clothes that had been stripped off and examined them haphazardly, but after a long time, they found nothing.

Fu Xiuheng slowly raised his head, his hair disheveled and plastered to his forehead. His eyes were filled with resentment and humiliation as he stared intently at Fu Liancheng, gritting his teeth as he asked.

"Are you satisfied?"

Fu Liancheng's face turned extremely ugly when he saw that his men had gained nothing, but when he saw Fu Xiuheng's humiliated expression, he felt a sense of satisfaction.

He snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone.

"You're lucky this time; I didn't manage to catch you red-handed."

She then coldly warned Fu Xiuheng, "Listen to me carefully, don't even think about playing any tricks under my nose. If I find out you've done anything underhanded, I'll make you wish you were dead. You better remember that!"

Upon hearing Fu Liancheng's threatening words, Fu Xiuheng's face was full of disdain, and a cold sneer slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Before he could say anything more, a strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged up in his heart, and he couldn't help but gag.

Immediately afterward, disregarding everything else, he forced himself to get up, staggered, and rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could.

As soon as he entered, he began to vomit violently in front of the sink.

His body was curled up like a shrimp, his hands gripping the edge of the sink tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, and his face full of pain, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation and resentment in his heart with his vomiting.

Fu Liancheng was already displeased, and seeing Fu Xiuheng rush into the bathroom in this state only fueled his anger. He frowned and questioned Fu Xiuheng loudly with a furious expression.

"Fu Xiuheng, what trick are you playing now? Huh? What exactly do you mean? Stop pretending with me!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Fu Xiuheng, and he was shocked to find that the vomit Fu Xiuheng had vomited contained glaring blood.

The bright red color stood out starkly against the white sink, looking quite alarming.

For a moment, Fu Liancheng was also stunned, his angry expression instantly freezing, replaced by a trace of barely perceptible panic.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Liancheng seemed to snap out of his daze, the panic on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a burst of unrestrained and arrogant laughter.

The laughter echoed in the cramped bathroom, sounding particularly jarring and carrying a kind of malice that made people extremely uncomfortable.

He tilted his head, a sarcastic smile on his face, his eyes full of mockery, and deliberately dragged out his words.

"Hey, Fu Xiuheng, look at yourself in this pathetic state. You're really quite ill. I think you're not far from death, are you? You think you can fight me in this sickly state? You don't even know your own limitations. I think you should start preparing for your funeral, hahaha!"

After saying that, he let out another sarcastic laugh, his face truly disgusting.

Fu Xiuheng endured his physical discomfort and slowly turned his head to the side.

Her already pale face looked even more bloodless from the vomiting, yet it still held a stubbornness in it.

He slowly raised his hand, his movements slightly weak, and gently wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

A glaring red stain of blood appeared on his sleeve. Then, his gaze went straight to Fu Liancheng, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.

The smile, when it fell into Fu Liancheng's eyes, seemed to contain mockery, yet also some kind of unfathomable depth, as if silently responding to Fu Liancheng's malice. For a moment, Fu Liancheng was unsure what the smile was thinking, and felt that it inexplicably made him feel uneasy.

Fu Liancheng was completely taken aback by Fu Xiuheng's unexpected reaction. He stood there, stunned, unsure of how to react.

However, his gaze soon fell on the crimson hue in Fu Xiuheng's eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

But he was unwilling to show weakness in front of Fu Xiuheng, so he quickly put on a calm demeanor, snorted coldly, but his voice betrayed his guilty conscience as he cursed viciously.

"Fu Xiuheng, you'd better just die already, so you won't get in my way!"

After saying that, he turned around and hurriedly left the restroom with his men without looking back.

His steps were faster than usual, as if something terrifying was chasing him from behind.

After Fu Liancheng and the others left, Fu Xiuheng seemed to have all his strength drained away. His body, which had been holding on, slowly went limp, and he leaned wearily against the cold tiles.

He clutched his aching stomach with one hand, his brow furrowed slightly, his face contorted in pain, while his other hand hung limply at his side.

With her eyes closed, as if calming down from the storm she had just experienced, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing an enigmatic and ambiguous smile.