Chapter 75: Lu Yanzhi’s Scheme

Outside the Intensive Care Unit.

Through the glass, Qiao Xi gazed at her mother, whose body was covered in tubes, and felt as if her heart were being torn apart.

Chu Xiangxiang stood by her side, soothing her gently, “Xi Bao, Auntie will be alright. Mr. Fu has already arranged for the best doctors and private nurses to keep watch around the clock…”

Qiao Xi squeezed her friend’s hand in gratitude, tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

At that moment, a suit jacket, still warm from its owner, was draped over her trembling shoulders.

Fu Yancheng had approached her without her noticing.

He didn’t say much. He simply reached out, gently pulling her into his embrace.

“Xi Xi.”

He lowered his head, his voice soft, “Your mother is out of danger now. The most professional doctors are here; they can do more for her than we can by staying.”

“You need to rest now. You can’t collapse. The first person your mother will want to see when she wakes is you. You need to be in good spirits for her.”

Qiao Xi lifted her tear-stained face, gazing into his deep, worried eyes.

“Be good.”

He said, “Let me take you home to rest for a while.”

“I promise, if anything happens with your mother, we’ll know immediately and we can be back here within five minutes.”

Qiao Xi finally stopped resisting, burying her face in the crook of his neck, nodding her head.

Fu Yancheng held her close, nodding slightly in acknowledgment to Chu Xiangxiang.

Chu Xiangxiang understood at once, mouthing, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Back at home.

Fu Yancheng carried Qiao Xi to the bed, took off her shoes, and tucked her under the covers.

Throughout, his patience was extraordinary, his movements gentle to an incredible degree.

Qiao Xi curled up beneath the blanket, watching Fu Yancheng fuss over her. Her nose stung, and her eyes grew hot with tears once more.

She mumbled softly, “Yancheng… Don’t go…”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He sat by the bed. “I’ll stay here with you. Sleep.”

Perhaps his presence drove away her fear. Exhaustion overtook her, and Qiao Xi fell into a deep sleep.

“Good girl, sleep,” Fu Yancheng whispered, tucking her in and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Fifteen minutes later, in the study.

A black-suited assistant stood respectfully, delivering his report: “Sir, the preliminary investigation results are in. We’ve identified the driver as a professional with multiple prior offenses.”

As he spoke, the assistant manipulated his tablet, displaying a dossier.

“We traced the man’s recent communications and financial transactions. A week ago, a sum from an overseas shell company was wired into his anonymous account.”

“After multiple layers of obfuscation, we tracked the money’s origin to an offshore subsidiary controlled by Lu Group Holdings.”

Fu Yancheng sat in his chair, his expression unreadable.

Only his eyes betrayed him—at that moment, cold as ice.

“Continue,” he said, his voice low and frigid.

“Yes.” The assistant went on, “We followed this lead for in-depth cross-examination.”

“We discovered that not just this car accident, but also the previous theft of core company documents, and the repeated sabotage against Madam during the international cosmetics competition…”

“All of these incidents share a highly correlated funding source and operational model—directly linked to Mr. Lu Yanzhi himself.”

On the screen appeared a complex map of financial flows and information networks.

Every arrow converged on a single name—Lu Yanzhi.

The truth was laid bare.

Fu Yancheng leaned back in his chair, his profile appearing especially hard in the dim light.

He didn’t erupt in anger, nor did he order immediate retaliation.

After a moment, he turned back to the assistant, speaking each word with measured clarity: “Encrypt all evidence and back it up in multiple locations.”

“Use every available resource to dig deeper. I want a more detailed chain of evidence, including every trace—direct or indirect—between him and the driver.”

“And…” his gaze sharpened like a hawk’s, “keep Lu Yanzhi and his inner circle under close surveillance. Do not alert them.”

“Understood,” the assistant replied. “We’ll proceed quietly.”

With that, the assistant withdrew, leaving Fu Yancheng alone in the shadows of the conference room.

Lu Yanzhi…

Very well.

He had always preferred to uproot his enemies entirely.

Since the other party wanted to play, he would see the game through to the end.

He would cast an even wider net, amass enough evidence to utterly destroy his opponent, and then—strike with lethal precision.

For now, he would let him enjoy a few more days of freedom.

—

Qiao Xi took leave from work, spending several days by Zhao Huiyun’s side at the hospital.

That evening, as she kept watch at her mother’s bedside, her phone suddenly vibrated.

[Xi Xi, I’ve found out who was really behind Auntie’s accident. Meet me at the café downstairs at three this afternoon. –Lu Yanzhi]

Qiao Xi’s hand trembled.

She stared at the message, her breath growing short.

Anxiety etched across her face, she was about to stand when the ward door opened.

Fu Yancheng entered carrying a thermal food container, naturally taking the bowl from her hands. “Mom looks much better today,” he remarked.

He caught sight of her tightly gripped phone, his eyes darkening. “Going out?”

Qiao Xi instinctively hid her phone. “No… just going to get some fruit.”

Fu Yancheng pressed down gently on her shoulder, his voice soft but firm. “Zhou Ze just brought fresh cherries. They’re washed and waiting in the kitchen.”

Qiao Xi was about to reply when a weak voice called from the bed, “Xi Xi…”

Both froze.

It was Zhao Huiyun, slowly opening her eyes, her trembling hand reaching for her daughter.

“Mom!”

Qiao Xi rushed to her side, tears streaming down. “You’re finally awake…”

Fu Yancheng immediately pressed the nurse call button, gripping Qiao Xi’s mother’s other hand and asking quietly, “Mom, how do you feel?”

While the doctors checked on her mother, Fu Yancheng discreetly took Qiao Xi’s phone.

Seeing the message, his eyes turned glacial.

Once her mother was resting again, Fu Yancheng led Qiao Xi into the corridor, showing her the phone screen. “Were you going to meet him?”

Qiao Xi stammered nervously, “He said he knows who’s responsible…”

“Go ahead,” he said suddenly.

Qiao Xi was stunned. “What?”

Fu Yancheng smiled, but his eyes were edged with frost. “I’ll go with you.”

As he spoke, he bent to adjust the IV line. “It’s time… some debts need to be settled.”

At three o’clock in the afternoon, at the café.

Lu Yanzhi’s smile faltered when he saw the couple arrive together.

“Xi Xi…” he forced himself to maintain composure. “Some things are best discussed in private.”

Fu Yancheng pulled out a chair for Qiao Xi, letting her sit first, then seated himself between the two. “Mr. Lu, feel free to speak plainly.”

“My wife has nothing to hide from me.”

Lu Yanzhi took a deep breath and pushed a document envelope across the table. “The hit-and-run driver’s account transaction records. The funds ultimately led to…”

He gave Fu Yancheng a meaningful look. “A Fu Corporation offshore subsidiary.”

Qiao Xi’s face went pale, only for Fu Yancheng to squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Impressive.”

Fu Yancheng applauded softly, retrieving a tablet from his briefcase. “What a coincidence—I have a set of records as well.”

The screen lit up, displaying the true financial flow toward a Lu Holdings offshore company.

Along with that were encrypted communications between Lu Yanzhi and the driver.

Lu Yanzhi’s face drained of color. “These… these are fabricated!”

“Oh?”

Fu Yancheng raised a brow. “What about these recordings, then?”

He tapped the tablet, and a series of recordings played—not just the testimonies of the driver and others, but also the revelations of Qi Qi and Qin Yiren posing as Dr. Q.

Even Qin Yiren confessed to colluding with Miller to sabotage Fu Corporation in the past, their only aim being to bring the Fu family down…

Qiao Xi stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock and pain.

“Mr. Lu… why?”

Fu Yancheng stood, looking down at the trembling Lu Yanzhi. “You stole Dr. Q’s research, and now you want to destroy her life…”

“Mr. Lu, even greed should have its limits.”

At the mention of Dr. Q, Qiao Xi’s shock deepened. She stared blankly at Fu Yancheng.

He… knew everything?