Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 803: Press Conference

Fu Jian smiled softly. "Then I’ll still be here. Every step of the way. You won’t be alone."

The words settled over Sicong like a warm blanket, a quiet comfort. He nodded slowly and leaned in again, resting his forehead against Fu Jian’s.

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In the next few days, Yu Sicong was pretty busy.

He was focused on taking revenge on Old Master Fu.

Even after all the warnings and threats, Old Master Fu didn’t think about the consequences and tried to hurt Fu Jian. Now he will make sure that old Master Fu is left with nothing.

With that thought, he used his main business named Global Technologies Pvt. Ltd and announced that whoever dares to partner with Fu Corporation will never get the chance to partner with Global Technologies.

Global Technologies was one of the leading companies in the field of Artificial Intelligence.

The news hit the business world like a thunderclap.

Yu Sicong’s warning, bold and public, spread through the industry in a matter of hours. CEOs whispered it in boardrooms. Executives scrambled to review contracts. Investors grew nervous.

No one had expected Global Technologies Pvt. Ltd. to make such a drastic move. And yet, here it was: a direct warning to anyone even thinking of working with Fu Corporation.

In just one day, several companies quietly pulled out of their deals with Fu Corporation. Meetings were canceled. Emails went unanswered. And for the first time in years, Old Master Fu’s phone calls weren’t returned.

It was clear: Yu Sicong was out for blood.

At the center of it all, he remained calm. Focused. Dangerous.

To make matters worse, many more famous brands came out and supported Global Technologies.

First was Yu Holea’s brand. In the past 4 years, Yu Holea’s own empire had moved from just haunted houses to clothing, and eventually real estate.

There were even other fields like gaming parlors, and cosmetic products.

Yu Holea’s brand was quite known, causing a stir among the businesses. They started to wonder which Buddha the Old Master Fu had offended.

Qiao Jun, Qiao Li, Sheng Yin, Yu Shuchang, Mrs. Qiao, Mr. Qiao, and some other friends supported Yu Holea’s post and released the same statement.

More companies began backing out from deals with Fu Corporation. Some just sent emails quietly ending negotiations.

Others released their own public statements, clearly wanting to be on the "right side" of this storm.

Inside the Fu family estate, Old Master Fu was losing control.

"This is outrageous!" he barked, throwing the newspaper across the room. "They’re acting like I’m some kind of criminal!"

His assistant stood nervously nearby. "Sir, the damage is... growing."

"Tell me something I don’t know!" the old man snapped.

The assistant hesitated, then finally spoke, "Sir... perhaps we should consider apologizing. Or at least reaching out to—"

"Apologize? To him? To that boy?" Old Master Fu slammed his hand down on the desk. "He should be thanking me. Everything he has, I gave him. And this is how he repays me?"

The assistant didn’t respond.

There was nothing he could say. Everyone could see it: Old Master Fu wasn’t just angry. He was desperate. And that made him dangerous.

Suddenly the door of his study would be knocked and a servant would rush in,

"Master, a young lady wants to meet you and talk."

Old Master Fu’s hand trembled slightly as he stared at the blood on his bodyguard’s sleeve.

"Who the hell is this woman?" he muttered, eyes narrowing.

The maid bowed nervously. "She said if you don’t meet her, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life..."

The old man’s chest rose and fell with quick breaths. His pride told him to throw the woman out, but something in her warning—and the sight of his elite guards defeated—made him hesitate.

"...Let her in," he finally said, gritting his teeth. "And station more guards outside. I don’t want any more surprises."

The maid nodded quickly and left the room.

Moments later, the heavy doors opened, and a tall figure stepped inside, followed by two more guards.

The woman wore a long, black cloak, its hood drawn up to hide her face. The air around her felt cold, heavy, and full of secrets.

She moved slowly, calmly, as if she had all the time in the world. Every step echoed across the polished marble floor.

Old Master Fu watched her carefully. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?"

The woman tilted her head slightly. Her voice was low, but firm. "I’m here to give you a second chance."

The old man scoffed. "A second chance? At what?"

"At revenge," the woman said.

He froze. His eyes narrowed. "And why would you want to help me?" freewēbnoveℓ.com

"I don’t," she replied, simply. "But I hate Yu Sicong more."

Old Master Fu studied her for a long moment. "If you hate him, why come to me?"

"Because you’re the only one bold enough—and foolish enough—to stand against him." She took another step forward.

"I’ll tell you what to do. You follow my plan, and you’ll turn the public back to your side. You’ll show them that Yu Sicong isn’t a hero. You’ll become the victim. The one they pity. The one they support."

He leaned back slowly in his chair, arms folded. "And what’s this great plan of yours?"

The woman said, "Hold a press conference. Tonight. At your office."

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That evening, news broke online: "Old Master Fu to Hold Emergency Press Conference Tonight at 8 PM!"

Social media exploded with reactions. Some were shocked. Others were curious. A few even said they hoped he would finally apologize for everything.

In the hospital, Yu Sicong sat in front of his laptop, frowning as he scrolled through the articles.

"He’s planning something," he said quietly. "He wouldn’t call a conference unless he had something to gain."

Fu Jian walked in, holding a cup of warm tea. He handed it to Sicong and sat down beside him. "Maybe. Or maybe he’s finally realized he can’t win this battle."

Sicong looked at him. "You really believe that?"

Fu Jian shrugged, smiling gently. "I believe that even someone like him can feel regret. He’s lost power. He’s lost support. He’s alone."

Sicong didn’t answer right away. He stared at the screen, lost in thought.

"But still..." he whispered, "I feel as if something big was about to happen."

"You are overthinking Sicong." Fu Jian assured him.

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8:00 PM — Fu Corporation Headquarters, Press Conference Room

The room was packed.

Cameras flashed. Reporters crowded shoulder-to-shoulder, their voices loud and overlapping as they shouted questions. Everyone was watching. Everyone wanted answers.

Old Master Fu walked up to the podium slowly. He looked different tonight—not as proud or powerful as before. There were deep lines under his eyes, and his suit, though sharp, looked heavy on his frame. The once-fearsome man now seemed... tired.

But he said nothing.

Not at first.

"Mr. Fu!" one reporter called out. "Why has Global Technologies issued a ban against your corporation?"

"Is there a safety issue with your products?" another shouted. "Were there illegal practices involved?"

"Do you have a personal feud with Yu Sicong?"

More questions poured in. Everyone wanted to know the truth.

But Old Master Fu didn’t answer. He just stood there, looking out at the sea of flashing lights and microphones.

And then, slowly, he did something no one expected.

He took a step back from the podium.

And knelt.

Gasps echoed through the room. The camera shutters fell silent for a few seconds. Everyone was too stunned to react.

Then, in a shaky but clear voice, Old Master Fu spoke.

"I... admit my mistake," he said. "I... wish to apologize. To my grandson, Fu Jian. And to Yu Sicong."

The silence in the room deepened.

He lifted his head slightly and looked straight at the cameras.

"When my grandson was still in university, he fell in love... with a boy. A classmate. His name was Yu Sicong—the man who is now the CEO of Global Technologies."

More gasps rippled across the room.

"I watched it happen," Old Master Fu continued. "I watched as my grandson fell harder and harder, even when that boy didn’t return his feelings. I thought it was a foolish obsession. I thought it would pass."

His voice cracked.

"So, as a grandfather, I did what I thought was right. I told Fu Jian to give up. I told him it was shameful. That it wasn’t normal. I was wrong."

The words hung in the air like thunder.

"I didn’t understand," Old Master Fu went on, his eyes wet now. "I didn’t understand his heart. I didn’t understand love. And because of that, I failed him. I failed both of them."

He looked down.

"My grandson... he’s gay. And so is Yu Sicong. I tried to control him. I tried to change him. I even tried to hurt the one he loved."

There were no questions now. Just silence. Some reporters had tears in their eyes. Others stared in shock. The livestream comments exploded online. People couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

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