Volume One Chapter 32: He Did It for Her

On the other end of the line, Zhou Ye seemed to let out a low chuckle, tinged with understanding and the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent. “Send me the address. I’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.”

After hanging up, Yu Ting Fu cast a final glance at Bo Xingzhou’s hospital room.

That door shut him away, and with him, all of her present vulnerability.

She turned, high heels striking the cold, polished floor in crisp, resolute rhythms as she strode toward the elevator.

As her elevator doors slid closed, another private elevator chimed its arrival on the same floor.

The doors opened to reveal Su Yu, eyes swollen, makeup in disarray, her entire being radiating an intense aura of resentment, bursting forth like a vengeful goddess, heading straight for Bo Xingzhou’s room.

Su Yu’s eyes blazed with mad hatred. She wanted only to see Bo Xingzhou at once, to ascertain his safety, and then pour all her malice into cursing and tearing apart the woman who had brought him to this state—Yu Ting Fu.

Meanwhile, the ordinary elevator bearing Yu Ting Fu’s icy silhouette steadily descended.

One was propelled upward by a burning, soul-consuming hatred.

The other descended, wrapped in bone-chilling murderous resolve.

Su Yu rushed to the room, only to find it empty except for vigilant bodyguards and Su Han, whose expression was all business.

Yu Ting Fu exited the hospital’s main doors, the cool night wind brushing her expressionless face.

A black SUV, silent and sleek as a hunting panther, pulled up before her. The window lowered, revealing Zhou Ye’s refined, handsome face, now adorned with a razor-sharp smile.

Yu Ting Fu opened the door and got in.

“Where to?” Zhou Ye asked.

Yu Ting Fu glanced at the file Wen Yunzhi had sent her on her phone. Her voice, within the closed confines of the car, was as cold as ice.

“Star Culture. It’s time they paid their dues.”

The engine growled low. The black car shot forth like an arrow of vengeance.

At the Star Culture headquarters, Yu Ting Fu strode into the lobby in her heels, each step ringing against the marble floor, echoing in the dead silence like the relentless drumbeats of judgment.

Zhou Ye followed half a pace behind, dressed in a tailored black suit, his sharp gaze behind gold-rimmed glasses as precise as a scalpel. In his hand, he carried an ordinary-looking but oddly menacing black briefcase.

He was the so-called “Sure-Win” of Rong City’s legal world—a man whose very presence was a silent verdict.

The elevator took them straight to the top floor.

The heavy conference room doors swung open to reveal a room so tense it was nearly suffocating.

Several Star Culture executives sat on one side of the long table, faces ashen. Opposite them were two visibly anxious lawyers.

To their surprise, Xie Yunzhou was present as well, standing by the window, lips pressed thin, his expression simmering with suppressed anger.

When he saw Yu Ting Fu and Zhou Ye enter, a complicated emotion flickered in his eyes—concern, but also a hint of relief.

Yu Ting Fu walked straight to the head of the table and sat down.

Zhou Ye took his seat beside her with effortless grace, setting the briefcase on the table with a soft click.

He didn’t even open it; he simply laced his fingers together, leaning forward slightly, his calm gaze sweeping over the Star Culture crowd before settling on the two lawyers opposite. The faintest, coldest smile curled his lips.

That single gesture, that single look, sent an invisible, suffocating pressure flooding the entire conference room.

The faces of the two Star Culture lawyers turned ghostly pale in an instant, sweat beading on their brows.

One even instinctively avoided Zhou Ye’s eyes, his fingers curling unconsciously.

In Zhou Ye’s presence, they felt like naked prisoners thrown before the judgment seat, all resistance utterly futile.

And this titan of law and politics was, unbelievably, here at Yu Ting Fu’s command.

“M-Mr. Zhou!” one lawyer stammered, his voice trembling.

“Mr. Wang, everyone,” Zhou Ye began, his voice low, his pace unhurried, yet carrying an authority that brooked no challenge, “time is valuable. Regarding your company’s planned and executed campaign of malicious slander, commercial defamation, and incitement of violence against my client Ms. Yu Ting Fu, the Lu Corporation, and Mr. Xie Yunzhou, resulting in serious consequences—I believe, given the evidence already secured by the police, any attempt to argue otherwise is utterly futile.”

He paused, his gaze as cold as a searchlight, sweeping over every Star Culture executive present.

“My client has sufficient proof. Now, would you rather face the evidence with dignity and hope for leniency? Or would you prefer to resist to the end, forcing my client and Mr. Xie to sue both your company and all involved until you’re utterly bankrupted and every responsible party imprisoned for life?”

“We confess! We confess!” Mr. Wang all but screamed, his psychological defenses shattering beneath Zhou Ye’s effortless, every-word-a-blow opening.

“Yes… yes, we planned it. We only wanted to drum up hype, crush Xie Yunzhou, the online trolls and those stirring up trouble at the scene were all our hirelings. We just wanted to ruin the contract, we didn’t mean to hurt anyone, truly, we never meant for anyone to die…” He stammered, tears and snot streaming, desperate to distance himself.

The other executives chimed in quickly, shifting all blame onto “lower-level missteps” and “unexpected accidents.”

“Didn’t mean to hurt anyone?”

Yu Ting Fu finally spoke, her voice as frigid as a Siberian wind.

She slowly lifted her head, her previously vacant gaze now fixed on Mr. Wang, the deadly cold intent roiling in her eyes enough to silence him instantly.

“The man who charged at me with a knife—was he an ‘accident’ too?”

Wang shuddered from head to toe, his face drained of all color, his reply stammering: “He really wasn’t sent by us—we checked, he’s called Zhang Qiang, just a street thug with a criminal record, dying of late-stage lung cancer. He… he took someone else’s money, but he refuses to say who hired him. The police can’t get it out of him. We really don’t know anything!”

Late-stage cancer…

Refuses to say anything…

Yu Ting Fu’s hand tightened on her lap, her knuckles cracking under the strain.

“And who recruited that ‘Lin Wan’?”

Mr. Wang felt an invisible pressure closing around his throat, stammering, “Someone used Lin Wan’s name to email me, saying she’d been plagiarized and wanted us to speak up for her. I had no idea it was a fake.”

He quickly moved to his computer, opening his inbox. “I still have the emails. Look!”

The message appeared flawless, sent from a foreign IP. Yu Ting Fu took the laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

She cracked it. It had been sent from an abandoned factory overseas.

A wave of helpless fury crashed within her.

Who had the means to orchestrate such things in an unmonitored foreign factory?

Who could find a master forger capable of mimicking someone’s handwriting so perfectly?

Xu Qian simply didn’t have the brains or the connections.

Who was backing Xu Qian?

Su Yu?

Yu Ting Fu’s palm was ghostly white from her grip.

Did they really want her dead that badly?

Zhou Ye lifted his gaze to Mr. Wang, his eyes hawklike, his voice final, tolling Star Culture’s death knell.

“Your company’s malicious setup created the chaos at the scene and gave the perpetrator a chance to act. More than that, it was the direct cause of the grievous injuries suffered by Ms. Yu and Mr. Bo. As for liability—Star Culture cannot escape.”

The Star Culture executives went limp, slumping in their chairs, knowing the game was over.

At that moment, Xie Yunzhou, who had been silent by the window, stepped forward.

His gaze fell on Yu Ting Fu, undisguised worry in his eyes.

He could see, with painful clarity, the violent anger and exhaustion raging beneath the ice in her eyes, the slight tremor in her shoulders, the glaring red stain on her shirt.

“Miss Yu,” Xie Yunzhou’s voice was low, carrying an unyielding, gentle strength, “Leave the rest to me and Mr. Zhou.”

At this moment, Yu Ting Fu was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, liable to snap at any second.

He came up beside her, bending slightly, his voice pitched for her ears alone.

“Go back. You need to rest. Over at Mr. Bo’s side… someone is needed too.”

He paused, his eyes flicking to the blood at her collar, his tone deepening. “I’ll handle what comes next. I promise—none of those who deserve to pay will escape.”

Yu Ting Fu’s body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Bo Xingzhou—he was still in the hospital…

After all, he had been hurt saving her.

She needed to care for him.

She spared not a single glance for the ruined faces of Star Culture’s people. She merely patted Zhou Ye’s shoulder, her voice hoarse: “Thank you, Zhou Ye.”

Then she turned and walked toward the door.

Her unsteady form seemed suffused with a strange, immense strength.

Meanwhile—

VIP hospital suite.

In the corridor outside, the air was thick with the strange mingling of disinfectant and expensive floral arrangements.

Xu Qian and Lu Jingyan carried costly but garish baskets of fruit and tonic, their faces wearing just the right amount of concern and respect as they approached Bo Xingzhou’s room.

Lu Jingyan was turning over how to ask his brother about Yu Ting Fu, while Xu Qian was preoccupied with how to seize the chance to curry favor with Bo Xingzhou and slander Yu Ting Fu.

But as they reached the door, the sight inside stopped them cold.

Through the half-open door, Su Yu sat in a chair by the bed.

Her carefully styled hair was in disarray, her expensive suit rumpled. At this moment, her head was bowed, shoulders shaking, heartbroken sobs clearly audible.

“Xingzhou, how could you do this for a woman like her, your hand…” Her voice broke, thick with anguish, every word a poisonous needle against Yu Ting Fu.

Lu Jingyan and Xu Qian exchanged a knowing look.

Suddenly, everything clicked for Lu Jingyan.

He knew his brother could never truly care for a woman like Yu Ting Fu.

Of course!

The only one who could make his brother treat someone differently—enough to allow her to sit weeping in such distress by his sickbed—was Special Assistant Su.

As for Yu Ting Fu?

She was merely a nobody, surely already discarded and despised by his brother.