However unwilling Fu Haiting was, he still gave Zhao Changjiang the money he demanded.
After all, he and Zhao Changjiang were in the same boat now. If it sank, neither of them would come out unscathed.
It was just that Fu Haiting was still extremely irritated.
He had gone to great lengths to snatch the position of Family Head from his older brother, yet neither of his two children was a Superpower User.
This meant that once he stepped down, the position of Family Head would fall into the hands of a collateral branch.
Then wasn’t everything he was doing now all for naught?
That was why he and Zhao Changjiang had secretly supported Gong Tianhua’s research into the transformation agent. But who could have imagined that less than three months after it started, the project would be shut down? Not only was Gong Tianhua arrested, but Fu Haiting also had to fork over a huge sum of money.
Fu Haiting, consumed by worry, lit another cigarette.
The sudden roar of an engine outside made Fu Haiting frown. He rose and went to the window.
He saw his son, Fu Qi, stumble drunkenly out of the car and stagger toward the villa.
His eyes narrowed, and he walked out of the room.
Fu Qi ran right into Fu Haiting the moment he walked through the door. He greeted him with a goofy grin.
"Dad, I’m back before 10 o’clock today!"
Seeing Fu Qi acting like a three-year-old, seeking praise for something so trivial, a wave of fury surged in Fu Haiting’s chest. He lashed out and slapped his son across the face.
Fu Haiting was a Superpower User, far stronger than an ordinary person. Even though he had held back, the force of the blow sent Fu Qi flying five meters, and he slammed hard against the door.
"Aargh!"
Fu Qi cried out in pain. The sound brought out his mother, Tian Lu, and his sister, Fu Jialin, who both peeked out to see what was happening.
"Qi!" Tian Lu’s heart ached. She rushed to her son’s side and gently touched his already swelling face. "Haiting, what are you doing?"
Fu Haiting glanced at his wife. "Get out of the way."
How could Tian Lu dare to move? She shielded her son with her body. "Haiting, if you have something to say, let’s talk to him properly. You can’t just hit him. You’re a Superpower User—you don’t know your own strength! What if you seriously injure him?"
"Injure him? So what if I beat him to death?"
"Fu Haiting!" Tian Lu shrieked. "That’s your own son!"
Fu Qi, terrified by his own father’s words, hid pitifully behind Tian Lu like a frightened chick.
"My own son?" Fu Haiting laughed. "Right, my own flesh and blood. And a useless, gluttonous, dissolute brat. What do I want a son like that for?"
His words were clearly off. Tian Lu quickly gave the servants a meaningful look, signaling them to take Fu Qi away. She then walked to her husband’s side, coaxing him in a soft voice, "Haiting, if something’s troubling you, just tell me. Don’t take it out on the children. Come on, let’s go talk in the study."
Fu Haiting did, in fact, calm down and allowed Tian Lu to guide him to the study.
A servant helped Fu Qi upstairs, where he came face-to-face with his sister, Fu Jialin, in the hallway.
Fu Jialin hadn’t come down at all. She was leaning over the railing, watching the drama unfold with a gloating expression.
Rage flared in Fu Qi at the sight of her, and he reached out to teach his sister a lesson.
Fu Jialin nimbly stepped back, dodging his hand.
"What? Got a lecture from Dad, and now you want to take it out on me? Fu Qi, have you no shame?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, ridiculing me?!" Fu Qi shoved the servant aside and lunged at Fu Jialin.
Fu Jialin was at a disadvantage in size, and her strength was no match for her brother, who was three years her senior. But she was agile. With a quick twist, she slipped into her room and slammed the door shut right in Fu Qi’s face, catching him on the nose.
"That much!"

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