The Fulang's Modern Young Husband Chapter 209

Chapter 209

These few children used to play with Guaizai. They weren't afraid of Fang Zichen, even though his expression was very unpleasant now. "Yes! That's right, Uncle, do you have a cold?"

Fang Zichen forced a smile. "No. Go play now."

Zhao Ger said that person called himself 'this young master,' and furthermore...

He lowered his gaze, his eyes inadvertently sweeping the ground. It had rained the day before yesterday, and the wheel ruts on the ground were still clear.

He followed the wheel tracks from the village entrance all the way until they stopped outside his own courtyard gate.

This wasn't a human trafficker.

A human trafficker wouldn't call himself 'this young master,' nor would they dare to be so arrogant and brazen. The children had been playing at the village entrance all along; if it really were traffickers, they likely would have been rounded up in one go.

It was the spring plowing season. Everyone was busy in the fields. Those left at home were mostly children and elderly who couldn't do the work anymore. Carriages had come to the village before, and after seeing them a few times, everyone had gotten used to it, assuming it was just someone going to the Fang family again. Hearing the commotion, they would just peek out before going back inside.

The village chief's old house was rather out of the way. One had to make two more turns after entering the village to find it. When Yang Mutao came last time, he had to ask for directions. The delivery man from the escort agency who delivered things for Old Master Wu also mentioned later that he had to stop and ask for directions twice that day before finally locating the house.

With several dozen houses scattered throughout the entire village, it was impossible for this 'human trafficker' to have recognized his house on their own.

At the fork in the road, the carriage wheel had turned very naturally, without signs of the horse hooves trampling around in confusion. This meant the other party hadn't paused at the fork but turned directly. Therefore, the other party must have known the way in advance.

Someone who could afford a carriage and called himself 'this young master'—nine times out of ten, they were from town. In their words, they said they had been looking for his son for a long time, and also mentioned 'that woman'...

Fang Zichen's mind had only just started turning when his temples began to throb with pain. He felt so enraged he was about to explode.

That b*tch!

That b*tch!

Causing trouble for me again and again, she truly is a f*cking b*tch.

When Fang Zichen returned, the old physician had just finished bandaging Zhao Ger. The wound was too deep. Worried it might scar if not properly treated, the physician thought of persuading him to go to town. But Zhao Ger's face was frighteningly pale, and seeing him constantly shedding tears while clutching his stomach—with the clear imprint of a shoe sole on it—the old physician privately guessed he might have been beaten after quarreling with Fang Zichen.

But then he remembered running into them the day before yesterday; the two had been washing clothes together by the river, talking and laughing. Fang Zichen was usually polite and warm to people, not seeming like that kind of person. Yet as soon as he stepped outside, he saw Fang Zichen's face was dark and gloomy. He walked straight into the main hall and came out holding a wooden club.

Fang Zichen glanced at him and stopped. "How is my fulang? Is he alright?"

The hostility emanating from him was overwhelming. The old physician's legs trembled uncontrollably, but bound by his duty as a physician, he steadied himself and replied, "Not too good. This old man's skills are limited. I see his condition seems off, likely injured elsewhere as well. It would be better to go to town for a look."

Fang Zichen nodded and called out Xiao Feng, telling him to go fetch Aunt Liu to help.

He had only been with Guaizai for half a year. Usually, he could remain calm and controlled when things happened. But today, he was so flustered he lost his composure. Zhao Ger and Guaizai were biological father and son, having been together day and night for so many years; their bond was even deeper. If he himself was struggling to hold it together, Zhao Ger was probably even more panicked and distressed.

Worried that Zhao Ger might refuse to go, wanting instead to search for their son, Fang Zichen went back in to comfort him.

"Husband," Zhao Ger’s complexion was terribly wrong—it seemed as if a cold sweat was seeping from his very bones, spreading to the surface of his skin and bringing with it waves of chill that left his entire body trembling uncontrollably. With great effort, he clutched Fang Zichen’s hand, pleading without incessantly, "Husband, I want to go find our son. Help me go find our son, okay? Help me go find our son, I beg you..."

He had always been strong, independent. For him to say such things now meant he was probably in so much pain he couldn't even stand.

Seeing him clutch his stomach, Fang Zichen roughly understood. Zhao Ger's sobs, one after another, made his own headache worsen, his whole body feeling unwell.

His voice low, he gently wiped away Zhao Ger's tears, soothing him softly, "Be good. Go with Aunt Liu to town later, let a physician check you first."

"...I won't go. I want to find our son." Zhao Ger struggled to get off the bed. Fang Zichen held him down. "I will find our son. You go see the physician first. I promise you, I will bring our son back."

Zhao Ger's throat was dry and hoarse as he looked at him hopefully. "Really?"

Fang Zichen's heart ached sharply. He clenched his fist, nails digging into his palm, bringing a slight pain. "Yes. But first promise me you'll go to town with Aunt Liu to see a physician. I'm really worried about you."

Zhao Ger hurriedly agreed. "I'll go... I'll go."

As soon as Aunt Liu arrived and saw Zhao Ger couldn't even walk, she asked Xiao Feng on the way and roughly understood what had happened. She then ran straight to the village chief's house to borrow his ox cart. He Xi happened to be there and, without a word, hitched the cart from the backyard and hurried over.

"What happened?" Wang Damei came out of the house holding a spatula.

"Not sure. Seems like Guaizai is missing." In her rush just now, Aunt Liu hadn't explained clearly, only said Guaizai was missing, Zhao Ger was hurt and needed to go to town to see a physician. The village chief had just returned from the fields, covered in mud. "How could the child disappear for no reason? Quickly fetch me some water. I'll go check."

As Wang Damei turned to get water, someone happened to call out from outside.

"Village Chief, something bad, something bad has happened!"

The village chief's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

"I don't know what's wrong with Young Fang, but he suddenly went to make trouble at your younger sister's house. You better go look. He seems really off. If we're late, there might be a loss of life."

It was just past noon, and everyone had returned from the fields. Dragging a wooden club, Fang Zichen charged toward the He family’s home. The villagers saw him but had no time to ask what was wrong. They followed and watched as Fang Zichen reached the He house, and without a single word, swung the club and smashed it against the courtyard gate with a dull, heavy thud.

The He family was relatively well-off. While most villagers used simple fences for their courtyards, theirs was enclosed by a solid earthen wall, and the gate was sturdy. Yet, struck with such force, it collapsed straight to the ground.

They had never seen Fang Zichen like this before—not when the Ma family came causing trouble after he first arrived, nor when he went looking for Liu Laizi. He had never been so furious.

His eyes seemed to glow with a bloodthirsty red, cold and阴沉. A thick, heavy aura of violence emanated from his brow.

His eyes seemed to glow with a cold, bloodthirsty red, dark and forbidding. A thick, heavy aura of violence radiated from his very being.

He was utterly unlike any version of himself they had ever seen.

This was wrong. Deeply, dangerously wrong.

Aunt He's family was eating in the main hall. The commotion outside was loud, so they all put down their bowls and ran out.

He Tiezhu glanced at the gate lying sideways in the courtyard and frowned. "Young Fang, what are you doing?"

Aunt He's family was simple: her husband was He Tiezhu; they had a son, He Li; a daughter-in-law; and two young grandsons. The two elderly parents lived with He Tiezhu's older brother.

Everyone was present now, except for He Huihui.

Aunt He’s genes were strong. Both He Li and He Huihui shared the same facial structure as hers. Even the eyes and brows of her two grandsons bore a clear resemblance to her.

People have different tastes in what they like, but the faces of those you despise always seem to wear the same ugly expression.

Fang Zichen coldly swept his gaze over them. "Where is that bitch He Huihui? Where? Tell her to get the hell out here."

These words were truly insulting. Although He Tiezhu and He Li knew about the awful things He Huihui and Aunt He had done outside and felt somewhat apologetic towards Fang Zichen and Zhao Ger, for the other party to come storming in and address their daughter like that to their faces showed them no respect at all.

"Young Fang... Hey, what are you doing? This isn't a place for you to run wild."

Fang Zichen raised his club and stepped towards the left side. He Tiezhu spread his arms to block him. Fang Zichen grabbed his neck and flung him aside.

"This isn't a place for me to run wild? Hah. Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that." Fang Zichen walked towards the left-side room door, kicked it open, and seeing no one inside, he didn't just leave. Instead, he wildly smashed the wooden cabinets, tables, and chairs until the place was a mess. Then he moved to the next room.

"He Huihui, if you have the guts, don't come out. I'll search room by room. If I don't find you, I'll smash your house to pieces. You'd better pray I don't find you."

Fang Zichen spoke these words without haste, and his face showed no particular emotion—it could even be called calm. But everyone understood this was not an empty threat; he would truly do as he said.

Aunt He slapped her thighs, wailing. "What are you doing? This is a sin! A sin!"

The two children also started crying. Amid the chaos, He Li moved to intervene but was pulled back by his wife.

Fang Zichen looked utterly terrifying. She could not possibly let her husband walk to his death.

The He house had four rooms. Fang Zichen smashed them one by one. If even the He family didn't dare to step forward and stop him, those outside certainly didn't dare either.

"What's going on here?"

"I don't know," someone said, peering into the courtyard and seeing the He house being smashed to pieces. Fang Zichen was heading towards the last room. They ventured a guess, "Could it be because Aunt He and Huihui spoke ill of Zhao Ger last time, and Young Fang is acting like this now?"

"That shouldn't be. That was over a month ago. He didn't come fighting then, so it's even less likely now. Huihui must have done something else."

The last room's door was kicked open, and finally, He Huihui was found.

From the moment Fang Zichen smashed the courtyard gate, He Huihui had been terrified. Or perhaps, since morning, she had been on edge. After all, it was her first time doing something like this. She was too scared to eat, hiding in her room, not daring to say a word.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with fury.

The instant Fang Zichen’s eyes fell on her, a savage fury erupted from the depths of his heart. The rage inside him seethed and churned so violently that he wished he could flay the wretched woman alive.

All reason was gone. Whether the other party was male or female no longer mattered. Without a word, Fang Zichen charged over, grabbed He Huihui by the neck, lifted her off the ground, then pinned her against the wall behind her. Gnashing his teeth, he asked, "Where is my son?"

His face was dark, eyes clouded with gloom. His voice was cold and heavy, like it carried barbs. Though he tried to suppress his rage, it still sent a chill.

He Huihui hadn't even had time to run before a powerful hand clamped around her throat. She struggled desperately to pry it off, but couldn't. That arm held her neck in an iron grip. Stared down by Fang Zichen's bloodshot eyes, she felt a surge of panic, so terrified her mind went blank. In that state of shock, she stammered:

"I... I don't know."

"You don't know? You're telling me you don't know?" Fang Zichen was infuriated by these words, his chest practically blazing, as if it had burned his eyes red. He no longer tried to control his violent temper, his hand tightening its grip. He Huihui's face abruptly flushed crimson, and she let out a choked groan.

That beast knew his house; someone must have given directions or informed them beforehand. In the village, the only one who could possibly know people from town, without thinking too much, was He Huihui alone.

She had married into the Wu family and lived in town for many years; she must know some people.

In the village, the only ones holding a grudge against him were the Ma family, Liu Laizi, and the Zhou family. But these three families were mostly bullies within the village itself; once outside, they were like turtles pulling their heads into their shells. They definitely wouldn’t know anyone who could afford a carriage.