Chapter 78

Chapter 78: He Was Above, Yet at a Disadvantage

Of course, there were plenty of people who enjoyed others’ misfortune, delighted to watch the Zhou Family make a fool of itself.

Madam Zhou, Zhou Yan Feng, and Zhou Tong He all stayed over by the pool. For the Zhou Family, everything that happened tonight was a disaster beyond belief. A perfectly good birthday banquet with guests from all sides had turned into a humiliating mess.

But they couldn’t just ignore Zhou Ling. And with so many guests still there, they had to stay behind and deal with this wreck.

Zhou Tong He felt guilty for no reason. After all, he knew about Zhou Ling’s plan, but he couldn’t figure it out – she was the one who wanted to push someone, so how did it turn into her falling into the water instead?

A saying even popped into his mind: “Those who do too much evil will bring about their own downfall.”

But then he felt he couldn’t think that way. He couldn’t ignore family ties – after all, that was his own sister.

Right now, everyone was over by the pool, so the garden where Fu Qing Han and Jiang Shi Yue stood was especially quiet. Only countless lights blinked like fireflies, mischievous and lively, adding a touch of cheer to the night.

Of course, if Zhou Wen An hadn’t followed them and stood in front of them, this scene would have been like a stunning painting under the night sky.

Fu Qing Han sat down in the chair at an unhurried pace. His fingers rested together, and his gaze held a faint laziness, yet his expression in the night looked hard to read.

He sat, while Zhou Wen An stood.

But even standing, Zhou Wen An somehow seemed a step shorter in presence.

He was in the higher position, yet he was the one at a disadvantage.

And Fu Qing Han, right in front of him, didn’t even spare him a glance.

Zhou Wen An forced an awkward smile and spoke with a stiff face. “Second Young Master Fu…”

But Fu Qing Han cut him off. His eyes swept over him lazily, and he gave a half-smile. “Do you know? I, Fu, have never liked doing business at a loss. But now you know who I am, and I still don’t know who you are. When I think about it, I really did take a loss.”

Those words sounded ordinary, yet they hit like a pebble tossed into water, setting off wave after wave.

The water churned, stirring up towering swells.

Zhou Wen An froze. He seemed to stay silent for a long, long time, but when he lifted his head again, the obsequious look on his face had vanished completely. There wasn’t even a trace left of his earlier flattery.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if he had become a different person.

His smile even looked a little eerie. He turned high and mighty, his tone growing arrogant. “When did you find out?”

“A few days ago, when I learned Han Cheng became your puppet because of his physical defect,” Fu Qing Han said with a faint smile, explaining in an unhurried way, looking almost patient. “And Zhou Wen An had a stroke, so his legs weren’t convenient. Didn’t that give you the perfect chance to take advantage? Besides, with his status, wouldn’t it be even easier for you to achieve your goal?”

As he spoke, he lifted his eyes slightly. His voice stayed low and cool, but it was unusually clear. “Of course, all of this was only my suspicion. But just now… Mr. Zhou, you gave me the answer yourself.”

He half-smiled, but his gaze swept over Zhou Wen An’s legs with a hint of mockery.

When Zhou Wen An chased after Fu Qing Han and Jiang Shi Yue, he had been running like the wind. How did he look anything like a man in his sixties with bad legs who needed a cane, an elder at all?