Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 972: Brother Han, Forget It—Let Me Handle This!

"What’s wrong?" Fu Shihan sneered.

He thought he’d found a clever person who might be useful in the future. Who knew the first task would end up like this.

Luckily, the idiot didn’t name names, or how would he clean up this mess?

The more Fu Shihan thought about it, the angrier he got, worrying about what his little ancestor would think if she saw that Weibo post.

Unhappy, Fu Shihan frowned and had Jiang Cheng beat up Nangong Qiang again.

This time, Nangong Qiang didn’t even dare to cry.

He looked as wronged as a little wife; Fu Shihan frowned at him and asked, "What did your studio post this morning? Explain it to me."

Nangong Qiang looked bewildered, only then understanding Fu Shihan’s purpose for coming.

"Weren’t you the one who told me to post it?"

Fu Shihan: "..."

Jiang Cheng looked at Fu Shihan’s face and felt that his Brother Han might be so angry he wanted to act personally.

He glanced at the fatty beside him, thinking if Fu Shihan gave him another beating, he’d probably be crippled.

So, with a heart full of pity, he slapped the back of Nangong Qiang’s head twice and cursed angrily, "Are you stupid? How could you post something like that?!"

"Last time on the phone, Young Master Fu told me to subtly announce his news with Su Wanxin. I did exactly as he said!"

Nangong Qiang rubbed his head, retorting in frustration.

"Weren’t today’s words subtle enough? I didn’t even write the surname ’S’ of his ex-girlfriend!"

"Ex-girlfriend, my ass!" Jiang Cheng gave him another smack, "Who the hell told you she was an ex?! They’re already married, married, you understand? Huh?!"

Nangong Qiang blinked in silence, seeming to understand.

So, was the woman on the phone that day Fu Shihan’s mistress?

Ugh...

The world of the rich is indeed filthy.

"Tell me, why did you think I divorced Su Wanxin?" Fu Shihan looked at him coldly and asked softly.

Nangong Qiang hesitated, unsure where to start.

The rich all care about face; how could they handle someone pointing out their affairs to their face?

Yet if he didn’t say it straight, he’d likely get beaten again.

Whether he spoke or not, he’d be beaten. Nangong Qiang quickly weighed his options and decided to satisfy himself by saying it!

"Wasn’t it because you were with another woman on the phone that day? I thought you and President Su were history, who would’ve thought... it’s still ongoing."

"Heh." Fu Shihan had known this pig-head was full of useless thoughts.

"Sort this out for me by six o’clock, or face the consequences."

"Okay, okay, I’ll call my colleagues right away and have them send out a backup announcement!"

Nangong Qiang nodded repeatedly, while Fu Shihan watched him with frustration. Jiang Cheng persuaded, "Brother Han, let it go, let me handle this!", making him barely restrain his urge to hit him.

"The woman on the phone that day was my sister."

Fu Shihan saw Nangong Qiang’s behavior and didn’t dare say she was a client or a friend, fearing he’d concoct another ludicrous drama of infidelity all by himself.

"If you gossip like that again, I’ll rip out your tongue, got it?"

Nangong Qiang instinctively swallowed and nodded silently.

Fu Shihan glanced at his sorry state, snorted coldly, and left with Jiang Cheng.

Nangong Qiang, beaten and sore all over, endured the pain to see them out, watching the King of Hell head downstairs before hastily shutting the door, grimacing in pain.

He sat down next to the sofa, right where Fu Shihan had just been sitting, still puzzled.

Just how did they get in?!