The Scumbag Alpha's Plan to Save the Female Lead - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

The Fu Family Villa.

Stripped of its lavish decorations, the so-called elite villa was nothing more than a sparsely populated old mansion.

The Fu family’s land plot was situated by the mountains and water. Since the villa area was only recently constructed, it hadn’t been completely industrialized with steel and concrete. During the day, the calls of birds and beasts frolicking often filled the air, which seemed lovely, but now one realized how desolate the mournful cries of apes and birds sounded late at night.

“You unfilial son, stay kneeling there properly!”

The middle-aged man, who was usually kind-faced, had his expression twisted in fury. The hostility between his brows was impossible to hide. He was throwing a massive fit in his rage, haphazardly whipping the air with a switch in his hand.

The butler stood aside.

The swishing sound of the whip gathering momentum in the air constantly whistled past his ears. This bloody scene made even the experienced butler close his eyes in distress.

However, the young man kneeling by the ancestral hall remained silent. No matter how the whip lashed, he refused to admit his mistake, stubbornly refusing to bow his head.

The whipping continued.

The butler finally couldn’t bear it and advised the man with the whip, “Master, please stop. The eldest young master hasn’t fully recovered his mental state. If you hit him like this, I fear he will genuinely have to stay in the hospital.”

“That’s because this brat is useless, not even born with an Alpha pheromone level as high as the Zhi family’s eldest daughter!”

S-class Alphas were rare to begin with. Although Fu Jinyan’s pheromone was only A-class, it was considered one of the best among his peers and the entire Federation. Such a comparison was indeed overly harsh.

Director Fu knew this in his heart, but as soon as he saw his eldest son’s face—whose attitude he couldn’t tell who it was directed at—and his stubborn, resistant attitude, which was exactly like his own back in the day, he flared up in anger.

Director Fu was consumed by wrath, his voice deafening, as if it would travel through the massive villa, letting everyone in the Federation know of his fury.

He roared: “Don’t any of you stop me! The Federation doesn’t need to dispose of him; I’ll beat him to death myself! Get me an iron rod!”

The butler did not move, but his mind was clear.

The Master had always been strict with the eldest young master, but he had never thrown such a huge tantrum as today. If he really handed over a rod and the young master was seriously injured, he would likely be resented later.

The waiting servants were already terrified. The whip was carried by Director Fu himself; no one dared to go to the armory to fetch a rod and hand it over.

No one obeyed.

This intensified Director Fu’s anger. He swept the table over with one motion. The expensive vase shattered on the floor, and a few glass shards splashed onto the kneeling man’s cheek. A few drops of blood trickled down the skin’s texture. “You’ve all rebelled! You won’t even listen to me! Fine, I’ll go get the rod myself!”

Upstairs.

Fu Jinxing was watching from a distance. At first, he was gleeful, gloating, holding a wine glass and savoring the sight of Fu Jinyan being beaten.

Later.

Seeing the scene of one person being beaten while the butler and servants tried to intervene, his jealousy intensified. Fu Jinxing gritted his teeth and smashed the wine glass in his hand.

Why did Fu Jinyan garner such loyalty?

Even a group of low-born servants were stopping his father from hitting him!

The stemmed cup shattered on the ground into countless pieces.

The crimson liquid flowed onto the white tiles, making it momentarily impossible to distinguish between the color of blood and red wine.

Fu Jinxing walked downstairs, holding the rod.

There was the sound of leather shoes splashing liquid.

Director Fu looked up. His anger had not subsided, but he spared a glance for the newcomer.

The person who arrived was his recently recognized biological son.

As if the previous suit was too dull, he had changed his clothes again, layering expensive luxury items back onto his wrist without finding them too heavy. His extravagant nobility presented a sharp contrast to the man lying on the ground, barely alive.

But more conspicuous than all of this was—the iron rod in his hand.

The moment he saw the rod, Director Fu laughed bitterly in his extreme anger, repeatedly saying, “Good, good.”

He was getting old after all. The middle-aged Alpha’s posture was slightly stooped, having lost the youthful exuberance of his younger days. He took the iron rod, and for some reason, the force of his swing was not as heavy as before.

“Ugh…”

One strike landed on the wound torn by the whip. Fu Jinyan let out a muffled groan and fell straight forward. He was sweating profusely from the pain, and the sweat had already flowed over his scarred back, further infecting the wounds and intensifying the pain. He eventually fainted.

A servant brought a basin of cold water. Fu Jinxing watched eagerly, thinking his father would splash it on him to wake him up and continue the beating.

To his surprise, Director Fu suddenly put down the rod. He simply washed his hands twice to rinse off the bloody, rusty smell and told someone to take the cold water away.

Fu Jinxing was never good at hiding his thoughts, and his regret was barely concealed.

Director Fu glanced coldly at his younger son and instructed the butler: “Take Jinyan to the hospital first. Notify me immediately when he wakes up. I still have things to ask him.”

The butler nodded in agreement. He took two steps back, directed the servants to clean up the blood spilled on the floor, and quickly urged the subordinates to carry the unconscious man to the hospital.

The Fu family’s servants had received many favors from Fu Jinyan in the past. Now, none dared to delay, carrying the stretcher with their arms and walking quickly, terrified that if they didn’t deliver him in time and he died, they would lose their own heads.

It was late at night.

Zhi Qiu returned to the hospital from the Federal Police Station. Before leaving, she had instructed Shang Wu to take good care of Bai Zimo and ensure he wasn’t intercepted by anyone.

Although Federal law held authority, some people might be desperate, resorting to extreme measures like murder to silence a witness.

Just before falling asleep, Zhi Qiu received an unexpected phone call.

The male voice on the phone was urgent, and the surrounding noise was loud, with car engines starting and the sounds of people moving, suggesting he was in an outdoor phone booth.

The caller was Bai Zimo. He had begged Shang Wu for a long time, using every persuasive argument, to get the phone.

Almost immediately after the call connected, he urgently stated his purpose: “Miss Zhi Qiu, I did everything you asked. What do I do now? Those photos and recordings are all fabricated, and the injuries on my body aren’t entirely from Fu Jinyan. If the Federation investigates, the truth will be exposed immediately. You… you must save me and take full responsibility for me!”

Stripped of the sharp performance he had deliberately put on at the Fu family residence, Bai Zimo’s original voice was actually very pleasant, carrying the naivety and shrewdness of a young man. He stated his concerns straightforwardly, not regretting how he got involved in the struggles between elite family heirs, but rather frankly asking for help from the primary instigator of the incident.

The person in the wheelchair was already somewhat weary from the day’s mental strain, but she forced herself to stay awake and offer reassurance: “I’ve already had someone send you a new ID card and plane tickets. Pick one and fly wherever you want to avoid the heat for now. I will transfer the agreed-upon money and enough living expenses to your new identity’s account.”

The young man on the phone paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and pressed further: “You want me to leave my home forever! You were the one who promised you could protect me, which is why I dared to do this!”

Zhi Qiu had, of course, made complete contingency plans. Just as she was about to answer, another call suddenly came in. She focused on the screen—it was Ruan Ye calling.

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