Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

The uncle's emotions were obviously out of control. His eyes widened and his fingers moved back and forth between Du Haoran and the lawyer. His voice was full of anger and confusion:

"What about him? Why did he take away 40% of my eldest brother's shares? He has nothing to do with the Du family. What does this mean? Is it really you? You and Du Haoran teamed up to kill me. Brother? Maybe I still have a share in my brother’s will, but now I don’t know anything, nothing!”

Every word spoken by my uncle was filled with anger and doubt. His words echoed in the mourning hall, making everyone present feel his anger and despair.

The lawyer's face became very serious. He frowned slightly and his voice became colder: "Master Du, let me remind you that this is the mourning hall. Please respect the deceased. This is not a place where you can vent your emotions at will. You know that slander is Serious violations are subject to legal responsibility. If you are willing to spend the rest of your life in the prison of country M, then I don't mind helping you realize this wish."

Du Er became even more angry when he heard what the lawyer said. His eyes widened, as if he wanted to see through the lawyer: "What? Are you scared? Are you guilty? Are you afraid to tell the truth? Let me tell you, my brother's death must have something to do with you!"

The lawyer sneered and did not respond directly to Du Er's words. Instead, he spoke slowly:

"Mr. Du was very sober when he made his will. We have a video to prove it. As for why he gave 40% of the shares to Du Haoran, Mr. Du should know better than me, right? What did your own granddaughter do? , don’t you know it yourself?”

The lawyer's words stunned my uncle and he was unable to refute for a while.

Indeed, his own granddaughter once did something that brought shame to the family, but what does this have to do with shares?

"And Xu Xiaoxiao," my uncle suddenly thought of something and pointed at the lawyer again, "Why does she, a woman of unknown origin, have 10% of the shares? What's going on?"

The lawyer looked at the uncle and grandpa with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "Xu Xiaoxiao is the granddaughter of Mr. Du. She has done a paternity test. The shares in her hands were given to her by Mr. Du himself. If you have any questions, you can go to Du The old man asked clearly, but I think he has no way to answer your question. "

My great-uncle was so choked by the lawyer's words that he couldn't speak. He slapped the table angrily, but he couldn't change anything.

He knew that he had completely failed in this power struggle.

My uncle's mood was like a raging ocean wave, and it was difficult to calm down.

He couldn't accept that everything he had worked so hard for was gone. His eldest brother easily gave him 10% of Xu Xiaoxiao's shares. This unwillingness was like bitter bile, welling up in his heart, stimulating him to take further steps. action.

Ten percent! How could he be willing to get a considerable amount of money just from dividends every year?

He suddenly turned around and pointed the sharp spearhead directly at Xu Xiaoxiao. His words were full of blame and doubt:

"Is it really you? What kind of magic spell did you use to bewitch my eldest brother, or what kind of insidious and cunning methods did you use to make him willingly give up the 10% Transferring shares to you? This matter is really weird and unusual. If you don’t give me a reasonable excuse today... Humph!"

Faced with this sudden and unprovoked rebuke, Xu Xiaoxiao did not make much argument. She just stood there quietly, staring at the uncle with cold eyes, without saying a word the whole time.

However, at this moment, Fu Yanchen stepped towards them.

I saw him walking steadily and with a calm expression. He stretched out his right hand and squeezed tightly the finger that his uncle pointed at Xu Xiaoxiao.

His eyes were firm and unfathomable, as if he were examining an impending storm.

"Otherwise, what do you want?" Fu Yanchen's words revealed an unshakable majesty. He locked his uncle's eyes tightly, as if he was trying to see through the other person's eyes to understand his truest thoughts.

The uncle and grandpa were shocked by Fu Yanchen's strong aura. He couldn't help swallowing saliva in his throat, and his words became a little stuttering: "No...otherwise, I, I will not do anything to her again." Have mercy!"

His voice was obviously trembling. That was because Fu Yanchen's sharp eyes were locked on him, making him feel unprecedented pressure and threat.

Although his heart was full of fear, my uncle still gritted his teeth and tried desperately to maintain his last dignity and stubbornness.

He knew very well that if he chose to retreat at this time, all the preparations and efforts he had made before would be in vain.

So, he widened his eyes and stared back at Fu Yanchen, trying to counter the other party's pressure in this way.

However, no matter how he pretended, the beads of sweat that kept leaking out of his palms ruthlessly exposed his true state of extreme nervousness at this time.

"Oh, really?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Fu Yanchen's mouth. His hand squeezed Mr. Du's wrist tightly, and the force penetrated the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow. Mr. Du had a painful expression on his face, but he couldn't break free from the iron-like control.

"Ah... Fu, Fu Yanchen, you, please let me go!" Mr. Du groaned in pain, his tone full of panic and uneasiness.

"You know me, and since you know me, you dare to mess with me." Fu Yanchen's voice was as cold as frost, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of threats.

On the side, Mr. Du's granddaughter shouted eagerly: "Mr. Fu, please let go of my grandfather! He is old and his body can no longer withstand such torture."

There was a cry in her voice, and she was obviously worried about her grandfather's safety.

At this moment, there was a creepy "click" sound in the air, followed by Mr. Du's scream: "Ahhhhh!" His hand was squeezed out of shape by Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen let go of his hand and glanced coldly at the people present, "This is a warning. Next time whoever dares to point his hand at my wife, I will chop off his hand."

His voice was calm but full of murderous intent.

Du Er muttered unconvincedly: "Fu Yanchen, she is just your ex-wife.

It's not your turn to meddle in our Du family's affairs. "

Fu Yanchen turned his head sharply and shot Du Er with his eyes like daggers, "My ex-wife is also my wife, and I will not let anyone bully her. If you want to be my enemy or the Fu Group's enemy, just try."

There was unquestionable determination in his words.

Everyone present felt this powerful aura and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the whole room, as if even the air was frozen.

Fu Yanchen glanced at everyone and saw that no one was talking anymore, so he turned around and left the room.

When has my uncle ever experienced such humiliation? He had never been so embarrassed in his life. He was furious at this moment, and the pain in his body only added fuel to the fire.

He covered the still aching wound with one hand, grabbed the ashtray on the table with the other, and threw it in the direction of Xu Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, get away quickly!" Nan Yifeng and Du Haoran exclaimed almost in unison.

At the same time, Fu Yanchen also keenly captured the sound of the wind caused by the flying ashtray.

Without any hesitation, he quickly pulled Xu Xiaoxiao into his broad chest, using his back to build a line of defense for her.

The ashtray hit Fu Yanchen's solid back hard, making a muffled "dong" sound, as if he was sighing helplessly at this conflict.

The old man was stunned. He obviously did not expect that Fu Yanchen would step forward to block Xu Xiaoxiao's blow without hesitation.

His anger seemed to be replaced by a complex emotion at this moment, which was surprise, horror, and more anger, which he himself could not explain clearly.

"I, I...you, you..."

The old man was at a loss for words. He was usually eloquent, but he was stammering at the moment. He was obviously disrupted by this unexpected turn of events.

Fu Yanchen looked unusually calm. He gently helped Xu Xiaoxiao sit down on the sofa, and said quietly but firmly: "Xiaoxiao, just sit here quietly and don't move. I'll leave for a while and go deal with something." Rubbish."

Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he just nodded, with a strange emotion in his eyes.

She knew that no one could easily change what Fu Yanchen decided.

"Fu Yanchen, this is my grandpa's mourning hall."

Xu Xiaoxiao reminded softly, as if trying to bring back a trace of his sanity.

Fu Yanchen turned around and gave her a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I won't do anything here."

His voice was calm and strong, as if he had everything under control.

He picked up his uncle's collar...