Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 796: Old Master Fu’s Attack

His voice didn’t rise, but it was sharp, slicing through the air.

"You wouldn’t come here just to ’talk.’ Not after ignoring me for so long."

Old Master Fu hesitated, then gave a slow nod.

"I won’t lie to you. Things haven’t been easy at the company. Ever since you left, and... with Yu Sicong’s behavior recently—"

Fu Jian blinked, confused. "What about Sicong?"

Old Master Fu’s eyes flickered. He had said too much.

"Nothing," he said quickly, but then softened his voice again.

"The point is, the company needs you. We need your calm, your ability to handle people. Sicong always listened to you.

If you came back, things might ease up. You could help us rebuild what’s been damaged."

Fu Jian stared at him in disbelief.

"So this is it. You’re not here because you care. You’re here because you think I’m a tool. Something to use to fix whatever’s going wrong at Fu Corp."

"That’s not fair, Jian’er," Old Master Fu said.

"You’re my grandson. You belong with us. Don’t forget your roots. Filial piety is the foundation of our family. Of our values."

Fu Jian took another step back.

"You don’t get to talk to me about values. If you cared about that, you’d never have abandoned me when I needed you most."

"You’re still part of the family," the old man said, a little more firm now.

"And whether you admit it or not, it’s your duty to—"

"My duty?" Fu Jian cut in, eyes sharp.

"My duty was to a family that never showed up. Not once. Not when I was in pain. Not when I was begging to be heard.

The only one who ever stayed, even when he was scared, was Yu Sicong."

Old Master Fu’s jaw clenched slightly, the calmness in his eyes beginning to crack.

"I don’t want to be associated with the Fu family," Fu Jian said, final and unshakable.

"And if you ever try to use me to control him again, I swear I’ll make sure the whole world sees what this family really looks like."

The hallway was too quiet.

Fu Jian’s words still hung in the air like a blade, but Old Master Fu didn’t back down. Instead, he straightened his back and narrowed his eyes.

"If you walk away now," the old man said coldly,

"I’ll make sure your mother’s company never rises again."

Fu Jian blinked, then gave a short laugh. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

Old Master Fu didn’t respond.

"You think I care?" Fu Jian went on.

"I don’t even have a single share in the company. You made sure of that. You shut me out of everything the second I stepped out of line."

His voice was calm, but his hands were clenched at his sides.

"So go ahead," he said. "Try whatever you want. I’ve got nothing to lose anymore."

Old Master Fu didn’t flinch. "Very well."

He turned slightly. "Jin. Bring him in."

The elevator doors behind them opened with a soft ding, and a tall man in a black suit stepped out. Then another. And another.

Fu Jian watched silently as three bodyguards walked toward him, their expressions blank.

Old Master Fu’s voice was smooth, almost too calm.

"I didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left me no choice. Bring him back."

The bodyguards moved.

Fu Jian didn’t move at first. Then he tilted his head.

"You really think I’d just come with you?"

He rolled his sleeves up.

"I’ve had two months to learn how to protect myself. You think I just sat around waiting to be dragged back?"

The first bodyguard lunged.

In a blink, Fu Jian ducked, grabbed the man’s arm, and twisted hard. The man hit the floor with a thud.

The second came at him from the side, but Fu Jian kicked him square in the chest, sending him stumbling into the wall.

The third tried to grab him from behind, but Fu Jian elbowed him in the ribs, spun, and swept his legs out from under him.

Within minutes, all three were groaning on the marble floor.

Fu Jian stood in the center, chest rising and falling with calm, steady breaths. He brushed imaginary dust off his sleeves and looked up at his grandfather with a smirk.

"Guess I’m not so easy to control anymore, am I?"

He turned on his heel.

But before he could walk away, Old Master Fu’s voice rang out, sharp and cold.

"Don’t you want to know how your mother really died?"

Fu Jian froze mid-step.

Slowly, he turned back around, his expression no longer playful.

"What?" he asked, voice low.

Old Master Fu clasped his hands behind his back, eyes narrowing with a strange, almost gleeful glint.

"You always blamed me, didn’t you? And I won’t deny I had a hand in it. I was harsh on her. I pushed her."

Fu Jian’s fists clenched.

"But do you know what really broke her?" the old man continued. "It wasn’t me. It was the man she married. Your father." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Fu Jian’s mouth parted slightly, but no words came out.

Old Master Fu stepped forward, slow and deliberate.

"He never loved her. Not once. He only married her because of the empire she built. The company. The money. The status."

Fu Jian shook his head, eyes narrowing. "You’re lying."

"I’m telling you the truth," Old Master Fu said.

"Your father was gay. He loved another man. Always had. Your mother knew it, and it crushed her.

She built everything from the ground up, gave him her heart, her loyalty, her entire life... only to find out she was just a tool. A step up."

Fu Jian’s breath hitched.

The old man smiled bitterly.

"You’re just like him, you know. Running after another man, making reckless decisions, throwing away everything your mother gave you."

Fu Jian stared at him, frozen in place.

"She’d be devastated if she saw you now," Old Master Fu said.

"Leaving her company. Letting another gay boy attack it like it means nothing to you. Letting everything she worked for burn."

There was a long silence.

Then Fu Jian’s voice broke through, low but firm.

"You don’t get to speak for her."

Old Master Fu tilted his head.

"You think she’d want this?" he asked. "You, abandoning her empire for love?"

Fu Jian took a step forward, eyes burning with fury.

"My mother loved deeply," he said.

"She worked hard for what she had, but she never once made me feel like her love was a transaction.

She didn’t build that company so I could chain myself to it. She built it so I could stand on my own."

Old Master Fu’s expression faltered for the first time.

Fu Jian kept going.

"She would never want me to turn into you. To sell out the people I love just to protect a name."

Just as Fu Jian finished speaking, the silence cracked again—but this time, with the sound of rushing footsteps.

More bodyguards poured in from the far end of the hallway. At least a dozen, maybe more, all in black suits with cold, sharp eyes. They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t speak.

Old Master Fu let out a slow laugh. It was cold, full of ice.

"You’re right," he said, voice low. "About everything."

He stepped forward, eyes shining with something dark and proud.

"But you forgot one thing. This empire—my empire—won’t crumble, not while I’m still alive."

He raised his hand, and the new guards began to move. They circled Fu Jian fast, surrounding him from every side like a pack of wolves.

Fu Jian’s eyes narrowed. He took a half-step back, scanning them, his muscles tense. There were too many.

He gritted his teeth.

"You think this is going to stop me?" he hissed.

Old Master Fu just smiled.

"No. But it’ll slow you down long enough for me to clean up your mess. By the time your little boyfriend gets here, it’ll be too late."

Fu Jian’s fists clenched. "If anything happens to me... Sicong will come for you."

Old Master Fu chuckled. "Let him. He’ll arrive just in time to mourn what’s left."

But before the old man could finish his smug laugh, another crash echoed from one of the nearby rooms. Then another. And another.

Doors slammed open.

More men rushed out—except this time, they weren’t Old Master Fu’s.

These new bodyguards moved fast, striking like lightning.

In seconds, they took down the guards surrounding Fu Jian, one after the other.

The hallway exploded into chaos—punches, grunts, bodies hitting walls and floors. Fu Jian barely had time to move before the fight was over.

His attackers were groaning on the ground again. But these new men stood tall, untouched, calm.

Old Master Fu’s eyes went wide.

He stumbled back a step.

"Who...who are you?!"

Fu Jian stared at the new guards in disbelief. He had no idea where they’d come from either. He looked from one face to another, confused and guarded.

Then, the tallest among them stepped forward.

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