Fu Fei had broken free of his lust-clouded state, and under the pressure of life and death, he had instead become somewhat sharper.
He could tell that Ding Zhanyun dearly wished to kill him to vent the hatred in his heart.
Yet Liang Muqiu, who was calling the shots now, did not wish to kill him outright. She wanted to use him for something.
That gave him a sliver of hope.
Moreover, inspiration suddenly flashed through Fu Fei's mind, and he vaguely guessed what use he might have. Perhaps not only would he survive, but what had happened today might not even be exposed.
Ding Zhanyun curled his lips. He was utterly speechless before this shameless fellow, but could only let things take their course.
Meanwhile, at Meng Family Manor, turning back to shortly after Fu Fei had left the Meng Family, Liang Muqiu had already come alone to visit Chen Siyuan.
At the time, Chen Siyuan was arranging the board and playing against himself. The black and white stones crisscrossed it like two entangled dragons tearing and biting at each other. His skill at Go was profound, yet he devoted only thirty percent of his attention to the board; the remaining seventy percent lay entirely beyond it.
Seeing Liang Muqiu come to call, Chen Siyuan's heart immediately sank. He felt an ominous foreboding.
And what Liang Muqiu said indeed proved that his premonition had been correct.
"Mr. Chen, I came today for only one matter. I wonder whether you have any intention of abandoning darkness for the light and joining my husband?"
Though Chen Siyuan had seen Liang Muqiu's side as a heroine among women, her blunt words still shook him. He hurriedly stiffened his expression and said angrily,
"Miss Liang, what do you mean by that? Though I,