Chapter 81: Who Hurt Your Sister?

“How dare you harm Mrs. Chen’s child?” The event organizer’s face was cold, not the slightest intention to ascertain the truth, passing judgment on her with nothing but empty words. “I’m calling the police right now. This audacious woman must be arrested!”

Mrs. Chen was in a terrible state, the scene had already descended into chaos, and while the crowd watched the commotion, there was a subtle hint of sympathy in the glances they threw at Pei Susu. Yet none dared utter a word. To do so would be to offend Mrs. Chen, and they, too, might end up like Pei Susu.

“I did nothing wrong. There are surveillance cameras throughout the venue. Why are you all so sure it was me?” Pei Susu’s voice was resolute, her bearing almost divine, unapproachable. “Is this how your auction house operates? The words of the wealthy and powerful are always true, while the rest of us don’t even get the chance to speak the truth? So this is the extent of your so-called reputation.”

She had endured enough false accusations today, forced again and again to prove her innocence, made to look like a clown for their entertainment—this was a first for her.

“You paupers, you lowlifes, what truth could you possibly speak? Do you really think Mrs. Chen would use her own unborn child to frame someone like you?” Pei Susu realized reasoning with them was futile. She pulled out her phone, intent on dialing the police for help.

But before she could even unlock her screen, the organizer snatched the phone from her hand. “Still hoping for a rescue? Don’t kid yourself!” He smashed her phone to the ground with a sneer. “Now, let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Mrs. Chen, you murderer!”

Mrs. Chen was clearly pleased. “Whoever catches her and makes her kneel and apologize to me will get half a million yuan!”

The organizer’s eyes lit up at her words. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

At this, the bystanders all rushed toward Pei Susu in a frenzy. She knew if she stayed, her fate would be grim, so she turned and fled toward the exit, pursued by a horde eager for the reward. Among them were even those who had witnessed everything and knew Pei Susu was innocent, yet greed for the money drove them on.

She was still wearing high heels, utterly unsuited for running, and stumbled, nearly falling flat on her face. At that desperate moment, when despair chilled her to the bone, a familiar figure suddenly appeared ahead. Disheveled as she was, Pei Susu no longer cared about her appearance and threw herself into his arms.

“Sister?” Fu Zhichen had planned to surprise Pei Susu, but as he entered the hall, this was the scene that greeted him—her right cheek swollen, looking utterly pitiful. “What’s going on here?”

Those chasing her had not noticed Fu Zhichen at first, and one of them yanked Pei Susu back. “Come with us. Kneel and apologize to Mrs. Chen!”

The man who caught her looked smug, already seeing the money within his grasp. He glanced up, only to meet Fu Zhichen’s stormy gaze, a look that could flay him alive.

“Mr… Mr. Fu?”

Fu Zhichen had never shown such an expression before. The man was stunned, only now realizing that Pei Susu had run straight into Fu Zhichen’s arms, and the latter had made no move to push her away.

“What do you want with Pei Susu?” The organizer hurried over, not noticing the closeness between Pei Susu and Fu Zhichen, and shouted, “She tried to murder Mrs. Chen and her unborn child! We’re taking her back to kneel and apologize!”

Pei Susu was dizzy and weak, but hearing this, her slender frame trembled with rage. “Zhichen, Mrs. Chen wants to force me to become her son’s mistress!”

Fu Zhichen’s gaze turned icy at her words. “Oh? Is that so?” The organizer, oblivious, tried to ingratiate himself. “Let’s not bother you, Mr. Fu. We’ll just take this woman back—sorry for disturbing you, it’s our venue’s failing.”

He strode forward, raising his hand to strike Pei Susu, but in the next instant, Fu Zhichen seized his wrist in a vice-like grip. The organizer looked up in shock, meeting the man’s jet-black, chilling eyes.

“And what exactly do you plan to do to my girlfriend, hmm?” Fu Zhichen’s tone was deathly cold.

Pei Susu looked up at him in astonishment, but could sense the storm gathering in his demeanor.

Pei Susu was the one Fu Zhichen cherished above all else; even a frown from her would trouble him. Yet today, these people had humiliated her so. Fu Zhichen was done hiding.

“Mr. Fu, surely you’re joking?” Cold sweat broke out on the organizer’s brow, but he forced a smile, assuring himself inwardly—how could Pei Susu possibly have such a connection?

“Joking?” In full view of the stunned crowd, Fu Zhichen took Pei Susu’s hand, pulling her close and shielding her with his body. “Let’s see who would dare force my girlfriend into being someone else’s mistress.”

The organizer felt as if struck by lightning, his mind repeating just one refrain: He was finished.

The others, witnessing this dramatic turn, felt a surge of relief—it was fortunate they hadn’t been the first to act. Had they harmed Fu Zhichen’s girlfriend…

Ordinarily, Pei Susu would have found Fu Zhichen’s impulsiveness reckless. Their relationship was never meant to be public: she had been married before, was a subordinate in his company—such news could only damage his reputation. But now, with her head buried in Fu Zhichen’s chest, breathing in his familiar scent, she felt only a profound sense of security, eyes closed, fighting back tears.

Had Fu Zhichen not arrived in time, who knew what would have happened to her? The rich and powerful always seemed to think their status gave them license to do as they pleased.

“Sister, it’s all right now.” Feeling her trembling, Fu Zhichen’s heart ached for her. He lowered his gaze with tenderness, gently patting her back, his concern deepening.

When had Pei Susu ever shown such vulnerability?

“Who hit you, sister?” Fu Zhichen’s icy gaze swept over the crowd. Those who had laid hands on Pei Susu could not withstand it—a few dropped to their knees with a thud.