The Commander's Useless Wife Is Actually a Hidden Boss!-Chapter 53 - 0 Classic Scenes
Chapter 53: Chapter 053 Classic Scenes
Chapter 53 -053 Classic Scenes
“Whether someone is using Lin Fu’s name to plot and frame her or not, even if it is true, did Lin Fu do anything wrong? To offend the Duchess, the price is death.” As the final word ‘death’ was uttered, even the air seemed to gain an icy, murderous intent.
Even Horace, with his seasoned cunning, couldn’t help but stand there stunned.
It wasn’t until Fu Xing’s figure disappeared that he muttered, “Is this the classic scene from movies and TV shows that never gets old? I never thought I’d see the day with my own eyes, damn it.”
“What classic scene?”
“The one where the noble and deeply in love male protagonist gives up everything for his lover, isn’t that how it’s always played out in movies?”
After Horace finished speaking, he saw the smiling butler and shuddered with fright, “I’m just talking nonsense, you didn’t hear that, did you?”
“I heard it.”
Horace: “…”
“I was even planning to tell the Lady…”
“Don’t.” Horace instantly regretted his words.
The reserved butler pushed off Horace, who was grabbing his hand, and said benevolently, “Horace, you are an Imperial Soldier, but you are also a servant of the Fu Family. As a servant, questioning the Lady at will and even daring to falsely accuse her, is it because the Duke has been too indulgent with you, or is the political brainwashing of Imperial Soldiers too effective?”
Horace turned pale.
Having chastised him, the butler then turned and left. But as he exited the door, his face darkened. It wasn’t directed at Horace, but at those behind the scenes.
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After a long walk down the corridor, he found Fu Xing smoking on the balcony.
Fu Xing, who always disciplined himself and restrained his indulgences, rarely smoked. He didn’t even have a life of entertainment. His few hobbies were all related to training.
“Young Master.”
In private, the butler used the title Fu Xing had before he was promoted to Major General, a title Fu Xing hadn’t heard in many years, stirring up a hint of nostalgia within him.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
Fu Xing threw his half-smoked cigarette into the nearby intelligent disinfection cart, turned around, and commanded with an expressionless face, “Send a notice to Admiral Fu Guang, about the situation, forget it, I’ll say it myself!”
“Admiral Fu Guang will understand you.”
Just then, Horace rushed out, looking panicked.
“There’s been an incident, the Lady has been attacked at the school.”
“What did you say?” Even the butler showed a shocked expression.
“I just received the notice…”
“Damn it!”
Fu Xing didn’t wait for Horace to finish speaking. With a gesture to the sky, his personal private vehicle flew over, hovering above the balcony, and the door opened.
Fu Xing quickly stepped inside.
Horace hurriedly followed.
The vehicle door closed automatically, and it swiftly ascended, disappearing from sight.
***
In the deserted restroom of the training facility, Lin Fu lay in a pool of blood, but her attacker hadn’t managed to escape as planned; instead, she had managed to subdue him at the last moment.
The young man’s eyes, mixed with astonishment, despair, guilt, fragility, and unwillingness, seemed to strike something within Lin Fu.
She was momentarily disoriented; she hadn’t thought of killing him right away.
She only wanted to catch him.
But when he realized he couldn’t escape, he chose death while she was off guard.
From start to finish, the confrontation between the two didn’t even last a minute, and yet, life and death were already decided.
The young man’s decisiveness, his ruthless quality, clearly showed he had received professional training,
“Be careful of Nora…”
He didn’t finish his last words before he ran out of breath, and Lin Fu also collapsed into the pool of blood.
***
In the middle of the night, Song Zheng was woken up by his own executive secretary.
But as a career military officer, seasoned by battle, he quickly readied himself.
Without losing his temper, he dressed swiftly and stepped out of the teachers’ dormitory.
“Is it a conflict between freshmen and upperclassmen, or is that troublemaker son of mine itching for a fight again?” Song Zheng wasn’t new to such situations and had grown accustomed to them.
“It’s neither.”
“Then it’s the Nobles causing trouble.” Issues involving Nobles indeed required more seriousness, but he had experience with that too.
“That’s true, but this time it’s different.”
