Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 289

Fu Jia was hiding in the room, hastily packing her things. The door then swung open; it was Zhao Xian.

“Jia! Are you done yet?” exclaimed Zhao Xian. “Take this flight ticket and leave now!”

Fu Jia's eyes were red and swollen; they were filled with fear and sorrow. “Mum... I don't want to leave,” she said with a soft voice.

“But you have no other choice. I'm afraid that Fu Lingye had called the police,” she explained. “The police will be here any time now. You must leave immediately! I'll let you know when the waves have calmed.”

Zhao Xian wanted to drag Fu Jia out and send her away. However, Fu Zhenghui, who was holding a walking stick, was blocking the door.

“What are you doing?” he questioned with a stern voice.

Zhao Xian felt guilty, but then she sneered and confidently said, “What? Do you want to send your daughter to prison? Fu Zhenghui! I have been working hard to keep this family together my entire life! I owe you nothing! It's you! You are the one who treated us as if we never existed! And look at what you are doing now, punishing Jia because of Mu Tongrui?”

Fu Zhenghui held his walking stick firmly and gazed seriously at Fu Jia. Zhao Xian subconsciously protected her daughter as she shielded Fu Jia behind her back.

Fu Zhenghui gave out a sigh and said, “Jia, how can you do such a thing? Mu Tongrui is...”

Zhao Xian knew what he wanted to say and interrupted him. “Fu Zhenghui, stop beating around the bushes! Are you letting Jia leave?”

Fu Zhenghui frowned; he was antagonized by what Zhao Xian said. “Jia is not a kid anymore. She is 24 now, a grown-up who has to be responsible for what she did.”

Zhao Xian trembled. “What... what do you mean?” she asked.

“The police will be here soon. They'll bring Jia in for a statement and investigate the whole incident,” Fu Zhenghui explained.

Zhao Xian stared at him in shock. “Huh! Fu Zhenghui! You dare sacrifice your family for Mu Tongrui! You even called the police!” Zhao Xian cried out in grief and anger.

“It wasn't me who called,” Fu Zhenghui responded.

It was Fu Lingye then? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Regardless of who called the police, Fu Zhenghui had no intention to protect them both.

Zhao Xian was filled with sorrow and disappointment. “Fu Zhenghui! That's it! I'm done with our marriage!”

“Xian? Why are you doing this?”

“Was it me? Fu Zhenghui! Ask yourself! Was it me who wronged you?” she cried.

Zhao Xian grabbed Fu Jia and glared at Fu Zhenghui. “So, are you letting Jia leave?” she asked.

Still, Fu Zhenghui had no intention to step aside. “I definitely cannot let her go. Otherwise, I'll have to give Lingye an explanation.”

“Hmph! Fu Lingye?” Zhao Xian thought she had just heard a joke. “Are you sure it's Fu Lingye and not Mu Tongrui? Fu Zhenghui! How selfish you are! Do I need to remind you that Jia is your own daughter?”

“Yes! That's why she must be held accountable for such a heinous thing she did!

Heinous? She had no choice.

Zhao Xian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and said, “Fine! Even if you are not letting Jia leave, you can't stop me from protecting her!”

Fu Jia was stunned; she was on the verge of breaking down. “Mum... What... What are you going to do?”

“When the police are here, you'll keep your mouth shut,” she ordered. “You are my only daughter, and I'll not let anything happen to you!”

Right after she said that the sound of engines and police cars could be heard from the yard.

Fu Jia became anxious as the police entered the house. She hid behind Zhao Xian's back, gazed defensively at the police like a fragile little kitten hiding behind its mother's back.

“Mom... Mom! What should we do now?”

Zhao Xian could feel her daughter's grip on her clothes became tense; she was holding onto her mother's cloth as she turned pale. Nevertheless, she looked calm, trying to suppress the fear within her.

“Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu. We are here for your daughter. It is about the arson at the factory in the western suburb. My apologies, but we'd like to bring her for a recorded statement at the police station,” said one of the police officers.

Zhao Xian calmly replied, “Officer, I'm sorry but I do not understand what is this all about. My daughter was at home. How is it possible that she's a suspect? She wouldn't know about the fire that broke out

in the factory.”

The police officer smirked and answered, “Mrs. Fu, please don't get me wrong. We would like your daughter to cooperate with our on-going investigation. If she has nothing to do with the case, we'll let her go immediately.”