Fang Zhou Will Hate Her

Fang Zhou’s words echoed in the private room, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

Only Fang Zhou, Han Xi, her assistant, the translator, and the three people from the other side were present.

But the atmosphere was tense, as if a confrontation could break out at any moment, forcing everyone to hold their breath and prepare for what might come next.

Even though Han Xi had found people who could navigate both the legal and illegal worlds, Fang Zhou still couldn’t fully trust them.

Dealing with dangerous people required constant vigilance.

The scar-faced man lifted his gaze to Fang Zhou, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if mocking his naivety or restraining his own malice.

“It seems you don’t trust our capabilities?”

As a local power, they were not used to being questioned. They prided themselves on fair transactions—money for goods, no tricks.

Fang Zhou shook his head, indicating that wasn’t what he meant.

“If I didn’t trust your abilities, I wouldn’t be here.”

“But I don’t want to end up in jail later, so I need a legitimate source.”

What he didn’t say was that he didn’t trust their morals. He had heard too many stories about people in this region doing anything for money.

“That’s unfortunate. The kidney that matches your sister is still in its original owner, and it won’t be easy to get it without some… persuasion.”

The scar-faced man shook his head regretfully, drinking half of his glass of wine before lowering his gaze, no longer looking at them.

Fang Zhou’s brow furrowed, his expression freezing on his face.

“Then we don’t want—”

His words were cut off by a cold voice from behind him.

“Fang Zhou.”

Han Xi called out to him, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

She had known what coming here would entail, but she hadn’t expected Fang Zhou to struggle so much with his conscience.

She stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“Think carefully. This might be the only chance to save your sister.”

Han Xi had spent a lot of time and money, scouring resources both domestically and internationally, to find this place. And now, both of them were here to negotiate in person.

If he refused, it would be like personally giving up the lifeline that could pull his sister back from the brink.

If Fang Wenjing were to die from her illness, Fang Zhou, with his personality, would likely be consumed by guilt, possibly even believing he had killed his sister with his own hands.

He would think that he had a chance to save her but didn’t take it, clinging to some misguided sense of justice, and in doing so, rejected what might have been the only kidney that could save her.

Han Xi could almost foresee what Fang Zhou’s life would be like afterward.

He would be filled with remorse, self-blame, and perhaps even fall into self-harm and depression.

She had seen too many people who valued their emotions deeply, only to fall ill from grief when their loved ones passed away. Fang Zhou’s sister was too important to him.

So Han Xi had to make sure he thought it through before making a decision.

Fang Zhou swallowed the rest of his words, turning to look at Han Xi. In her eyes, he saw a clear warning.

He knew what this meant.

But his sister would likely hate the idea of having an organ of unknown origin implanted in her body.

Could a pure white jasmine flower ever return to its original state after being tainted?

“I’ve made up my mind.”

Fang Zhou turned back, ready to give the scar-faced man his answer, but suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the back of his neck. The force was so strong that his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Han Xi’s assistant was quick to catch Fang Zhou before he hit the ground, preventing him from falling.

At the same time, the translator retracted his hand, the solid muscles of his arm hidden once again beneath his sleeve.

It was Han Xi who had given him the signal, prompting him to knock Fang Zhou out.

The scar-faced man watched the entire scene unfold, suddenly intrigued.

He put down his glass, clasped his hands together, and began to applaud, addressing Han Xi and the others.

“Impressive!”

“It seems you two don’t agree on this matter.”

“Are you going to make the decision yourself?”

He looked at Han Xi, his eyes filled with admiration. When she had been blocked earlier, he hadn’t gotten a clear look at her, but now he could see her clearly.

But more than her attractive figure, what made her truly intimidating was her detached demeanor, her calm composure, and her cold, sharp gaze. It was as if she was no stranger to such situations.

A person like this either had a wealth of experience from a young age or had so much money that she could afford to speak boldly anywhere.

He wasn’t sure which one she was, but either way, it was enough to earn his respect.

Han Xi met the scar-faced man’s gaze without flinching.

“Yes, we’ll take the kidney.”

She knew exactly what this decision meant.

Perhaps after the surgery, both Fang Zhou and Fang Wenjing would blame her, even hate her, for making this decision without their consent.

She recalled the last time they argued, when Fang Zhou accused her of being domineering and controlling, which he said was the reason for their breakup.

For a while, Han Xi had reflected on this and even considered changing.

But now, she couldn’t.

If Fang Zhou couldn’t do it, she would push him forward.

If he didn’t want to step into the fire, she would do it for him, as long as it meant fulfilling Fang Zhou’s wish.

The scar-faced man glanced at the unconscious Fang Zhou, then back at Han Xi, as if something had clicked in his mind.

A hint of sympathy flashed in his eyes as he took another sip of his drink, then sighed.

“Poor woman.”

Han Xi frowned and asked, “What do you mean?”

Why would she need anyone’s pity?

The scar-faced man pointed at Fang Zhou, then at Han Xi herself, speaking with a hint of disdain.

“This man clearly wants it, but he’s deliberately bringing you along, giving you the chance to be the bad guy so he can stay out of it.”

“If you’re not pitiful, who is?”

Although the situation wasn’t exactly as he described, his words strangely struck a chord with the assistant. He glanced at Han Xi’s expression and saw that her face had darkened.

He thought to himself: To be honest, he also felt that Han Xi didn’t need to take this risk and be the villain. After all, it was Fang Zhou’s choice, and she had already provided so much help. If he didn’t appreciate it, who could he blame?

But the assistant, wanting to keep his job, chose to stay silent.

Han Xi hated it when people criticized her decisions.

“I didn’t know that the second-in-command of the infamous XX organization was such a busybody.”

Han Xi was also holding back her anger. The scar-faced man was probably directing his criticism at her. She was the one truly meddling, and Fang Zhou would likely hate her for it.

“We’ll reconsider this!”