Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 320 - 301: Don’t Let Her Die

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Chapter 320: Chapter 301: Don’t Let Her Die

"How much longer do you think you can hide the things you’ve done?" Fu Jichen found that he had no patience at all when facing Fu Yuling.

Her face made him extremely disgusted.

Inside, Fu Yuling’s fear multiplied, her expression numb: "I don’t know, I have no idea what you’re talking about, cleaning lady, weak woman, why are you telling me these things..."

"Playing dumb?"

Fu Jichen let out a cold laugh and lit another cigarette for himself.

"I’m not pretending!" Fu Yuling was clearly playing hardball, refusing to admit defeat until the last moment, "I just like you, what’s wrong with that? Why won’t you accept me? I love you more deeply than those other women, we are the closest people in the world! You belong to me!"

Fu Jichen frowned, the strong smell of smoke couldn’t suppress the waves of nausea.

"Are you going to imprison me for life?" Fu Yuling sobbed uncontrollably, her tears falling like broken beads, "Fu Jichen, how can you be so heartless to me?"

Fu Jichen glanced at his watch; he had told Shen Jianian he would be back soon, and he had already gone over the time he had set for himself.

He realized he wouldn’t get anything out of Fu Yuling and decided not to waste any more time on her. With that time, it would be better to go back to Jianian.

The cleaning lady is the breakthrough point.

Understanding this, Fu Jichen stood up decisively, took a drag of his cigarette, and told her the truth: "You can refuse to admit it, but then I’ll ask someone else. I don’t want to see you for even a second."

Fu Yuling’s tear-filled eyes stared at him, every word he said felt like a knife stabbing her heart, each cut dripping with blood, the pain clear.

He looked at her as if she were a filthy rag.

His words and gaze left her covered in wounds.

In front of Fu Yuling, Fu Jichen dialed a number: "Tell that cleaning lady that the people behind her have been caught. No matter how hard she resists, no one will save her daughter. Instead, her deliberate delay will cause her daughter not to see her mother."

Fu Yuling heard his words, each one painfully clear, making her feel like she was reaching her breaking point. Her heart began to sting, a sign of an impending attack.

"Also, once she confesses everything, hand her over to the police. We don’t need to worry about the follow-up," Fu Jichen said, "Wait for the police to provide the investigation results."

After making the call, Fu Jichen didn’t look back at Fu Yuling again, walking straight out.

As he stepped out the door, panic surged in Fu Yuling’s heart. She had a premonition that she would never see him again. She struggled desperately, shouting toward his back: "What does that bitch have that’s so great! A lowly woman! A vixen! A man-stealing whore!"

She was venting her long-held anger; she refused to accept it.

Fu Jichen paused and turned back as she wished.

Fu Yuling’s face was deathly pale, her forehead dripping with cold sweat like rain, her heart hurt so much she could hardly breathe, only gasping with more intake than exhale.

"She is a thousand times, ten thousand times more noble than you," Fu Jichen said coldly.

"Help me, save me, brother..."

Fu Yuling had an attack, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her heart pounding as if it would stop the next second. She could no longer pretend to be strong, every inch of her pride shattered, leaving her only the option to discard dignity and seek help from him.

She didn’t want to die yet.

Fu Jichen extinguished his cigarette; he would save Fu Yuling, not because he still cared for her, but because death was too easy for her. He wanted her to live and suffer, to offset Shen Jianian’s suffering.

In his heart, he was sure Fu Yuling was the murderer, all that was left was to get evidence for her to confess.

The evidence would come.

"Don’t let her die."

As he left, Fu Jichen dropped a sentence.

*

Returning home in the night, Fu Jichen stood outside the door, taking a few minutes to adjust his emotions and expression. When he opened the door, the warmth inside the house diluted the last bit of hatred in his heart.

Shen Jianian was holding a bowl, sitting at the dining table drinking soup. Hearing the footsteps growing clearer, she looked up and smiled at the approaching Fu Jichen: "You’re back."

Fu Jichen pulled out the chair next to her and sat down: "Why haven’t you had dinner yet?"

At this moment, Cheng Jin brought the stir-fried dishes to the table and wiped her hands on her apron: "Jianian said she wanted to wait for you to come back and eat together. I was afraid she’d be hungry, so I served her a bowl of soup first."

The soup had ribs, corn, and yam. After drinking a bowl, she was already half full.

Fu Jichen looked at Shen Jianian, his gaze soft: "Next time, don’t wait for me, eat first."

Shen Jianian held the spoon and said, "You told me you’d be back soon. Anyway, I’m not very hungry."

The dishes were all served. Following the doctor’s advice, Cheng Jin made a lot of vegetables and also brewed a light nourishing soup. Afterward, he washed a plate of fruit and handed it to Shen Jianian.

Shen Jianian ate the fruit and watched TV for a while. Her body still felt a bit uncomfortable, so she went back to her room to sleep.

Fu Jichen made several phone calls in the living room. Jixiang jumped onto the cabinet and called out to him with its head held high. Fu Jichen glanced at it while holding his phone, affectionately patted its head.

Fu Yuling was sent to the hospital, and this time she wasn’t pretending; she truly had a heart attack.

There’s been new progress on the cleaner’s side. The people under Fu Jichen threatened her with her daughter, and she folded in less than half an hour and confessed everything.

She admitted that someone had approached her, promising that as long as she drugged Shen Jianian and took her away, her daughter would receive treatment in a charitable form afterward without costing her a penny.

She didn’t receive any monetary reward, but this gain was more important than money, so she chose to take the risk. She couldn’t afford to lose her daughter; she dreamed of her daughter having a healthy body.

But now she regretted it.

She hadn’t thought before agreeing to this matter that the long arm of the law would eventually catch up. Once things were exposed, she would have to pay the price for her actions. Who would then take care of her daughter?

She cried and begged those people to spare her, acknowledging her mistake.

Fu Jichen, patting Jixiang’s furry head and looking at the myriad lights outside the window, felt not a trace of emotion. He could do many good deeds to accumulate blessings for Shen Jianian, but he couldn’t let go of those who hurt her.

Those people all deserved to be punished, whether lightly or severely; none should escape.

*

Regarding all of this, Shen Jianian was unaware.

After signing the contract and confidentiality agreement, she received the complete script from Wang Kelun.

It’s a story about a game between men, involving both the martial and the sacred world, with complex and intertwined subplots. The main plot revolves around a murder twenty years ago and the search for truth.

Ruoyu was the only survivor of that incident, rescued and trained to become the top assassin.

In the film, there are few female roles. Considering the sum of all the characters’ parts, Shen Jianian’s Ruoyu ranks fifth or lower, not qualifying as the protagonist. If only accounting for female roles, Shen Jianian’s part ranks first, barely making her the leading lady.

Wang Kelun has requirements: two months before filming, actors must dedicate time daily to train physically and practice fight scenes at the base. He doesn’t want to see inadequate action compromising the shooting schedule on set.

Performance can be slowly honed, but if the fight scenes lack fluidity and precision, he would become angry.

Shen Jianian once again wanted to retreat, fearing she wouldn’t do well.

While packing her bags, she received a reply from the symphony orchestra.

She had prepared all her materials and sent them over there, not expecting such a quick result.

Before opening the email, Shen Jianian had a feeling she would pass. Her ability was one reason, and another important factor was Yan Qiusheng writing a recommendation letter for her, which she scanned and sent over. She wasn’t pretentious enough to refuse help, relying solely on her resume to impress them.

The symphony orchestra she applied to had high standards and frequently toured internationally. She needed to stand on a higher stage to realize her childhood dream.

Shen Jianian took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and clicked the mouse with her index finger, opening the email and quickly scanning through it.

The accelerated heartbeat was the best proof of her wish fulfilled—she had passed.

Shen Jianian took some time to visit the symphony orchestra’s studio set up in Beicheng, completed the signing process, and explained her personal situation to the manager.

She needs to wait until after filming to officially join.

The manager understood and quietly disclosed to her that Yan Qiusheng had actually informed them in advance.

Shen Jianian paused, feeling grateful for Yan Qiusheng’s care and help, and after leaving the studio, she called Yan Qiusheng to express her thanks.

Yan Qiusheng instead chided, "I told Old Xie not to mention this to you, but he just had to..."

After dealing with trivial matters, Shen Jianian entrusted Jixiang to Fu Jichen and headed to the training base with her bags.

Fu Jichen felt both distressed and helpless, unable to stop her despite wishing time could be reversed. Had he known it would be so hard, he wouldn’t have encouraged Shen Jianian to try Wang Kelun’s film.

Because handling these matters took time, Shen Jianian was the last to enter the base; others had been practicing for several days.

When she saw Tong Yan dressed in a black, tight outfit practicing martial arts on wires at the base, her mood was indeed complicated.

Seeing her at that moment was no different for Tong Yan. Such a small character surprisingly made it into Wang Kelun’s film, but she wondered which role Shen Jianian was going to play.