Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 21

Fu Family Villa.

Stripped of its opulent decorations, the so-called luxury villa was nothing more than an old, sparsely populated estate.

The Fu Family’s property nestled against a mountain and bordered a river. The villa district was still under construction, not yet fully industrialized with steel and concrete. During the day, the cheerful chirping of birds and playful cries of animals filled the air, a sound that once seemed charming. But now, in the dead of night, the mournful wails of monkeys and birds sounded utterly desolate.

“You rebellious son! Kneel properly!”

A middle-aged man with a kind face twisted in fury, the malice between his brows impossible to conceal. In his rage, he lashed out wildly, the whip in his hand striking indiscriminately.

The butler stood nearby.

The whistling whoosh of the whip slicing through the air and the sickening sight of bl00d-soaked flesh forced even the seasoned butler to close his eyes in anguish.

Yet the young man kneeling beside the ancestral hall remained silent. No matter how fiercely the whip struck, he refused to confess his wrongdoing, his neck stiff with stubborn pride, his head unbowed.

The whipping continued relentlessly.

Finally, the butler could bear it no longer. He pleaded with the man wielding the whip, “Master, please stop. The young master hasn’t fully recovered yet. If you keep this up, he’ll end up back in the hospital.”

“That’s because the boy is useless! He was born with a pheromone level lower than the Zhi Family’s eldest daughter!”

S-Class Alphas were exceedingly rare. Although Fu Jin Yan’s pheromone level was only A-Class, it was still among the highest in his age group and across the entire Federation. Such a comparison was undeniably harsh.

Fu Fu knew this in his heart, but the sight of his eldest son’s defiant expression—as if daring to challenge him—and his stubbornness, so reminiscent of his own youthful defiance, ignited his fury.

Fu Fu’s rage surged, his voice booming like thunder, as if determined to shake the entire mansion and make the entire Federation hear his fury.

“Don’t anyone dare stop me!” he roared. “We don’t need the Federation to deal with him! I’ll beat him to death myself! Get me an iron rod!”

The Butler stood motionless, his mind clear.

The Master had always been strict with the eldest young master, but never had he flown into such a violent rage. If he were to hand over the rod and the young master were injured, the Butler feared he would later bear the brunt of the Master’s wrath.

The waiting servants were already terrified. Since Fu Fu had brought the whip himself, no one dared venture into the armory to retrieve an iron rod.

No one obeyed.

This only fueled Fu Fu’s rage. He flipped the table, sending expensive vases crashing to the floor. Shards of glass splattered onto the kneeling servants’ faces, and droplets of bl00d trickled down their cheeks. “You’ve all turned against me! You won’t even listen to my orders? Fine, I’ll get the stick myself!”

Upstairs on the second floor, Fu Jinxing watched from afar. At first, he felt smug and gleeful, sipping his wine and relishing the sight of Fu Jin Yan being beaten.

But as he watched the scene unfold—one servant taking the beating while the Butler and other servants tried to intervene—jealousy burned even hotter in his heart. Fu Jinxing gritted his teeth and hurled his wine glass to the floor.

Why does Fu Jin Yan command such loyalty?

Even these lowborn servants are trying to protect him!

The wine glass shattered into countless pieces on the floor.

The crimson liquid spilled across the white tiles, momentarily blurring the line between bl00d and red wine.

Fu Jinxing descended the stairs, stick in hand.

The sound of leather shoes splashing through the liquid echoed through the room.

Fu Fu glanced up, his anger still simmering. He spared only a sliver of his attention for the newcomer.

It was his newly acknowledged biological son.

Seeming to find his earlier suit too plain, he changed into another outfit, unbothered by the weight as he strapped his expensive luxury watches back onto his wrist. The stark contrast between his opulent extravagance and the man kneeling on the ground, barely clinging to life, was striking.

Yet even more conspicuous than his attire was the iron rod in his hand.

The moment Fu Fu saw the rod, he laughed in furious amusement, repeatedly praising, “Good, good.”

Age had taken its toll. The middle-aged Alpha’s posture had grown slightly stooped, his youthful vigor diminished. As he took the iron rod, for some reason, the force of his strikes was less brutal than before.

“Ugh…”

One blow landed directly on the whip-lacerated wound. Fu Jin Yan groaned softly, his body collapsing forward. Cold sweat streamed down his face from the pain, the sweat seeping into his already ravaged back, further infecting the wounds and intensifying the agony. He momentarily lost consciousness.

A servant brought over a basin of cold water. Fu Jinxing watched anxiously, assuming his father intended to douse Fu Jin Yan to shock him awake and resume the beating.

Instead, Fu Fu abruptly set down the rod, merely washing his hands to cleanse them of the metallic, bl00d-tinged rust. He then ordered the servant to remove the cold water.

Fu Jinxing had never been able to hide his feelings, and his regret was palpable.

Fu Fu cast a cold glance at his youngest son and instructed the butler, “Take Jin Yan to the hospital immediately. Notify me the moment he wakes up. I still have questions for him.”

The butler nodded in acknowledgment and stepped back, directing the servants to clean up the bloodstains on the floor. He then urgently urged them to carry the unconscious man to the hospital.

The Fu Family servants, who had long benefited from Fu Jin Yan’s generosity, dared not slacken their pace. They lifted the stretcher with practiced efficiency, their legs moving swiftly, fearing that any delay might prove fatal and cost them their heads.

It was already late at night.

Zhi Qiu returned to the hospital from the Federal Police Bureau. Before leaving, she had instructed Shang Wu to guard Bai Ziming closely, warning him not to let anyone abduct him.

Though the Federation’s laws carried considerable authority, desperate individuals might resort to extreme measures, taking dangerous risks to silence witnesses.

Just before going to bed, Zhi Qiu received an unexpected call.

The male voice on the line was urgent, and the background noise was heavy with the sounds of car engines and people moving about, suggesting the call was being made from a public phone booth.

The caller was Bai Ziming. After much pleading and begging with Shang Wu, he had finally managed to get the phone number.

Almost as soon as the call connected, he urgently explained his purpose: “Miss Zhi Qiu, I’ve done everything you asked. What do I do now? The photos and recordings are all fake, and the injuries on my body weren’t entirely inflicted by Fu Jin Yan. If the Federation investigates, the truth will come out immediately. You… you have to save me! You have to take full responsibility for me!”

Stripped of the sharp edge he had deliberately projected at the Fu Family earlier, Bai Ziming’s voice was actually quite pleasant, tinged with youthful naivety and calculation. He bluntly voiced his concerns, showing no remorse for being caught up in the power struggles between the heirs of a major clan. Instead, he openly sought help from the mastermind behind the entire scheme.

The person in the wheelchair, mentally exhausted from a long day, forced herself to sound reassuring: “I’ve already had new identity documents and plane tickets sent to you. Choose one and fly anywhere you like to lay low for a while. I’ll transfer the agreed-upon sum and sufficient living expenses to your new account.”

The young man on the other end of the line paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and pressed further: “Are you telling me to abandon my home forever? You promised you could protect me! That’s the only reason I dared to do this!”

Zhi Qiu had, of course, anticipated every contingency. Just as she was about to reply, another call came through. Her eyes widened—it was Ruan Ye calling.