Fu Yan Ting suddenly laughed at Fu Wen Hai's words, so angry he could.
Fu Wen Hai truly dared to say anything.
He was the criminal. He was the one who committed murder.
Now, he actually dared to order Fu Yan Ting around.
Fu Yan Ting suddenly felt that Fu Wen Hai was truly ridiculous.
Having reached this point, how could he still have the audacity to negotiate terms with Fu Yan Ting?
Shen Hao Lin had been rushed to the emergency room for resuscitation.
Fu Yan Ting followed him, but Fu Wen Hai refused to let Fu Yan Ting go. He tightly gripped Fu Yan Ting's hand, refusing to release Fu Yan Ting's arm no matter what Fu Yan Ting said.
Fu Yan Ting let out a cold snort, "If you don't let go, I'll call the police right now."
Hearing the word "police," Fu Wen Hai reluctantly released Fu Yan Ting's hand. However, Fu Wen Hai still blocked Fu Yan Ting's path, preventing him from leaving.
Fu Yan Ting raised an eyebrow and asked indifferently, "Is there something else?"
"Yan Ting, we are family. You see, Uncle Two was confused just now. With age comes a decline in the mind. Please don't take it to heart."
If Shen Hao Lin hadn't shielded Fu Yan Ting, Fu Yan Ting would have been the one sent to the emergency room. Yet, Fu Wen Hai could still brazenly tell Fu Yan Ting that he didn't mean it.
Fu Yan Ting truly felt a surge of amusement at Fu Wen Hai's words.
He said calmly, "Uncle Two, whether you meant it or not, everyone saw. It's no use talking to me. You'd better save your energy to explain it to the police."
Fu Wen Hai hadn't expected that after speaking so much to Fu Yan Ting, he still wouldn't let him off the hook.
They were family, yet Fu Yan Ting could be so heartless and act so decisively.
If that was the case, then he wouldn't be blamed for being impolite.
Fu Wen Hai's eyes held a murderous glint as he said coldly, "Yan Ting, Uncle Two gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Since that's the case, don't blame me."
With that, he tightened his grip on the fruit knife and lunged at Fu Yan Ting again.
Having experienced the previous incident, Fu Yan Ting was now wary. As Fu Wen Hai lunged at him, Fu Yan Ting quickly turned. Fu Wen Hai missed, falling directly to the ground.
The fruit knife cut a long gash across his hand.
Seeing that he couldn't deal with Fu Yan Ting, Fu Wen Hai had a sudden inspiration and said calmly, "Yan Ting, I've already agreed to give you the Fu family's fortune. What more do you want? My health is failing, and I'm already in the hospital. Do you want me to die before you'll be satisfied?"
A crowd quickly gathered around.
Fu Wen Hai lay on the ground in a sorry state, his hand cut by the fruit knife, bleeding profusely.
Seeing the onlookers, Fu Wen Hai began to explain, "Yan Ting didn't mean it. Don't call the police. I accidentally fell while trying to grab the fruit knife."
This statement directly confirmed that Fu Yan Ting was trying to kill him, and he was merely defending himself by snatching the knife, causing his own accidental injury.
Fu Yan Ting heard Fu Wen Hai's explanation and a slight smile curved his lips. Fu Wen Hai was truly formidable in his ability to twist facts.
Soon, people began to point fingers at Fu Yan Ting. After all, Fu Wen Hai was an old man, wearing a hospital gown, and appeared frail. How could he compare to the young and vigorous Fu Yan Ting?
And Fu Yan Ting attacking Fu Wen Hai while he was ill seemed rather unscrupulous.
When Fu Wen Hai had attacked Fu Yan Ting with the fruit knife and Shen Hao Lin had intervened, these people had been afraid, as a life might have been lost. So, no one dared to watch. But now, Fu Yan Ting stood unharmed, while Fu Wen Hai was injured and lying in a pathetic state.
The onlookers, influenced by this first impression, assumed that Fu Yan Ting had orchestrated everything and began to whisper and point at him.
Amidst the condemnation, Fu Yan Ting slowly approached Fu Wen Hai. Fu Yan Ting was filled with tension and fear, a feeling that pervaded his entire being. Others didn't understand Fu Yan Ting.
However, Fu Wen Hai, as Fu Yan Ting's uncle, understood him very well.
If Fu Yan Ting went mad, he was capable of anything.
Looking at Fu Yan Ting now, Fu Wen Hai felt a deep sense of dread.
He swallowed and asked softly, "Yan Ting, what are you going to do to me? Don't forget, this is a hospital. So many eyes are watching. If you really lay a hand on me, it won't do you any good."
Fu Yan Ting looked at Fu Wen Hai and smiled, saying nothing, just smiling.
That smile sent chills down Fu Wen Hai's spine.
Fu Wen Hai was truly terrified.
After all, Fu Yan Ting was no easy pushover.
Sweat beaded on Fu Wen Hai's forehead. He feigned composure and said in a hushed tone, "This is a public place. If you dare to touch me, it will only harm you. You'd better think clearly before you act."
Fu Yan Ting didn't lay a hand on Fu Wen Hai. He just watched him quietly.
His gaze made Fu Wen Hai's skin crawl.
Fu Wen Hai swallowed nervously and said, "Yan Ting, we are family. If you have something to say, let's talk it through properly."
"Uncle Two, you know this is a public place. Then why don't you know that there are surveillance cameras here? Your actions and my actions just now have all been recorded by the cameras. Your words alone can't convince everyone."
Fu Wen Hai's face paled upon hearing Fu Yan Ting's words. However, at this point, Fu Wen Hai had no other choice but to press on.
He looked at Fu Yan Ting and said calmly, "Yan Ting, even if there are cameras, so many people are watching. I am the one injured, and you are standing here unharmed. I can claim that you were wrestling with me in the hospital room. What do you think? Will people believe the cameras or the words of a victim like me?"
"They'll believe you."
Fu Yan Ting uttered four simple words.
With Fu Yan Ting's confirmation, Fu Wen Hai's mood instantly improved. He sized up Fu Yan Ting and said coldly, "So, Yan Ting, you still need to curry favor with me. Otherwise, if I'm in a bad mood, I'll expose you, and you'll be in trouble."
Although it was a society governed by law, it was also a media society.
As long as Fu Yan Ting's actions were amplified and spread, he didn't believe Fu Yan Ting could still calmly negotiate with him.
Thinking this, Fu Wen Hai felt much better.
Seeing Fu Wen Hai's improved mood, Fu Yan Ting really didn't want to remind him, but he kindly did, "That fruit knife has been in your hand the whole time. Even if you wanted to frame me, there are no fingerprints of mine on it."