Chapter 389: The Truth of the Past

d herself that it was her younger sisters who were at fault, having gotten involved with people they shouldn't have, which led to the Tang family's downfall. As long as she was alive, she could endure...The tear drops seemed to fall on my heart, burning it with pain.

Fu Lingxiao covered Mu Xing's reddened eyes with his thin lips, gently kissing away her tears, and forehead against hers, "Baby, wait for me to find out the truth, will you marry me"

Mu Xing stared blankly at the deep, profound eyebrows so close to her, "Is Little Uncle proposing to me"

Will you marry me

If this little guy hadn't reached the legal age of marriage, and if there were no obstacles between them, he would rather go directly to get a marriage license.

"Did the baby agree"

Fu Lingxiao lightly caressed Mu Xing's delicate cheek, softly questioning in return.

The little girl, however, just stared at him silently. Her clean and bright deer eyes were misty with unshed tears.

For a moment, she suddenly reached out and encircled his neck, hugging him tightly.

"Uncle, no matter what happens in the future, I'm enough to have had this moment."

The little girl choked out these words, inexplicably giving Fu Lingxiao a strange feeling.

Just like...

The togetherness we have now is at the expense of their future.

The lingering anxiety that had been gnawing at me intensified over time.

His firm arms powerfully encircled her slender back, completely trapping her, pulling her into his embrace, leaving her no space to escape.

Fighting back the nearly overwhelming emotions, he pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. "Baby, we won't only have this moment."

"We will get married, have children to carry on our legacy, and grow old together..."

A low, grave voice, laced with a near-drowning tone, painted the picture of their lives.

Simple, warm, even ordinary, for someone who doesn't know tomorrow, it is like a mirage, attainable but out of reach.

Mu Xing buried her face in the man's solid chest, closing her tear-filled eyes and softly humming an 'en' in her heart.

The next morning.

When Fu Lingxiao woke up, he found that his vision was still clear.

He lowered his eyes to look at his arm, the little thing had tossed and turned all night, falling asleep just before dawn. It was now sleeping soundly.

In the dim light, he admired for a while the sweet sleeping face of the little girl. He gently drew out his arm which she had been using as a pillow, tucked her blanket in properly, pressed a kiss on her forehead, and got up to go into the bathroom.

After washing up, he dressed neatly and quietly left the room.

"Young Master, how did you come down yourself"

When Wu Guanyin saw him coming up and down the stairs, he hurriedly ran up to help him.

Fu Lingxiao dodged his outstretched hand.

Wu Guantao was stunned for a moment, the man had already strode downstairs. "I'm going out for a while, when Mu Xing wakes up, you tell her I went to the company."

Seeing that steady gait, Wu the Butler suddenly realized, Young Master's eyes could see now!

The convoy had been waiting at the villa gate for a long time. Fu Lingxiao got into the car and ordered coldly, "Go to Canglong."

Two hours later.

The convoy slowly drove into the Canglong Special Warfare Base, stopping in front of the building.

Sistru Xun stepped forward and opened the car door, "Master Fu, the person has been brought to the central interrogation room."

"Yeah."

The center execution ground within the prison.

On the ground, a crimson hue seeped out, as if stained by the blood of countless people. The stench of blood lingered in the air for a long time.

Lan Xuan, described as withered and frail, was hung by an iron hook from her collarbone, suspended in mid-air.

She had fainted from the pain, her head drooping, her straw-like hair tangled and covering her face. Blood seeped from the wound on her collarbone, flowing slowly downward, dripping from her toes.

Lanhua was forced to kneel before her, looking up with shame and heartache in her dark eyes.

The thud of leather on stone echoed through the empty execution ground, each measured step heavy with silence.

Lanhua furiously turned her head, her hatred almost bursting from her eyes.

Fu Lingxiao walked toward the gaze filled with killing intent, sat down on the chair, and glanced at Lan Hua with cold eyes: "Is there anything you want to tell me, Uncle Lan"

Lan Hua was being held immobile, roaring in fury, "Let go of Xuan'er!"

Whether or not to release her depends on you, Uncle Lan.

Fu Lingxiao's expression was indifferent, his arms resting on the armrest, his fingertips tapping lightly.

Beneath the sculpted brow ridge, those deep-set eyes were brimming with murderous intent. The aura of icy strength and aloofness emanating from him added a terrifying sense of oppression to the already oppressive atmosphere.

Lan Hua bit her lip, glaring daggers at Fu Ling Xiao, remaining speechless for a long time.

Fu Lingxiao's thin lips twitched, and he coldly smiled: "You won't speak, will you I'll help you."

Having said that, he raised his hand.

The executioner standing on the side came forward with a sharp knife, cut open Lan Xuan's clothes, and hacked off a piece of flesh, throwing it at Lan Hua's feet.

The crimson flesh stung Lan Hua's eyes, his eyes bloodshot and body trembling.

The executioner continued...

Lan Xuan in her coma felt a pain, her body trembled and she woke up.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a sharp blade piercing her flesh, tearing away a chunk of it.

Extreme pain surged through her, and with a slight struggle, the iron hook scraped against her collarbone, inflicting a deadly agony that nearly sent her unconscious again.

"Dad..."

She weakly cried out to Lanhua, who was kneeling on the ground, "Save me... Dad..."

The sound of the blade piercing flesh, the sound of blood dripping, the sound of the daughter's cries for help.

Each sound pierced through my eardrum.

Lan Hua could withstand any torture in this world, but she couldn't bear this heart-wrenching scene.

"I told you!"

He looked at Fu Lingxiao, his eyes bloodshot. "I'll tell you anything you want to know! Just let Xuan'er go!"

Fu Lingxiao signaled the executioner to stop, his face sullen as he glared at Lan Hua. "Who exactly instructed you to set fire to the Mu family all those years ago Why did you do it"

"Going to the Mu family to start a fire was my own decision."

Lanhua looked at Fu Lingxiao and said:

Back then, Brother Fu accidentally discovered that Mu Zhengnian's pharmacology institute had been secretly using human bodies to cultivate bacteria and biochemical weapons. Our in-depth investigation revealed that the large-scale outbreak of the 101-type bacterial virus was also related to him, and he seemed to have overseas forces behind him.

Fu Ge submitted the evidence he had investigated, and then received news that Mu Zhengnian was going to attack Fu's Group. Fu Ge wanted to team up with Lu Yuan to deal with Mu Zhengnian, but was rejected by Lu Yuan.

Later, when I was monitoring Mu Zhennian, I learned that the evidence had long fallen into his hands. He not only wanted to swallow up the Fu Corporation but also sent assassins to assassinate Brother Fu. I contacted Brother Fu immediately, but it was too late; you've already been in an accident.

Brother Fu and Sister-in-law, they died unjustly! I must avenge them! One Mu Zheng is not enough to atone for this! The entire Mu family is responsible!

Fu Lingxiao's handsome face was tight, his well-defined hands gripping the armrest tightly.

The father is innocent, Lanhua is the murderer, and Mu Zhengnian is the instigator of everything...

Is this the truth from back then

Fu Lingxiao pursed his thin lips, "Why didn't you tell me these things back then Why did you pretend to be dead And after coming back, why did you still hide it from me"f you can stand and walk before me!"Fu Jingmo smirked, continuing to fire shots at Shen Lue's legs.Before Shen Lu came, he knew he couldn't leave alive. But he had to come, because Xiaoxing was hurt b...