Chapter 28: My Brother Fu Never Forgets a Grudge

Chapter 28: My Vengeful Brother Fu

Before posting the announcement about cutting familial ties, Chu Yan transferred ten million yuan to Liao Jian.

Chu’s Entertainment was a top player in the industry. Liao Jian’s forced resignation due to his association with Chu Yan was the least of his worries; the real fear was being blacklisted across the entire sector. Liao Jian was capable, and both the original Chu Yan and the current one owed him compensation. Money was the only thing Chu Yan could offer at that moment.

Once again, Chu Yan felt grateful for securing that 100 million yuan that night.

Shortly after, he posted the announcement on Weibo, officially severing all ties with the Chu family. He expressed gratitude for their years of care and upbringing and stated he held no regrets toward them. From that moment on, he and the Chu family would go their separate ways, with no further entanglement.

In truth, Chu Yan could have turned this into a dramatic spectacle—crafting half-truths to suggest his life in the Chu family wasn’t as privileged as outsiders believed, or implying the family had ulterior motives in raising him. But Chu Yan acknowledged that the Chu family had indeed raised the original host, and that was an undeniable fact.

Emotions couldn’t be neatly categorized as right or wrong. The Chu family had raised Chu Yan, but they had also used him to achieve their own goals. Therefore, the original host owed them nothing.

If he was going to cut ties, he would do it cleanly—no lingering attachments.

Chu Yan was already at the center of a storm, with the contract termination pushing him to the brink. Yet no one expected him to take such a drastic step—voluntarily severing all familial connections and sealing his own fate.

Had the Chu family initiated the separation, Chu Yan might have gained some sympathy. But since he was the one making the move, public backlash was inevitable—accusations of ingratitude poured in.

Sure enough, the moment the Weibo post went live, Chu Yan was immediately flooded with hatred, shooting to #1 on Weibo. The insults this time were harsher and more vicious than ever before.

*Ungrateful wretch. Ungrateful wolf. After eighteen years of raising him, the Chu family might as well have raised a dog. A thankless bastard like him deserves to die…*

The torrent of curses quickly overwhelmed Chu Yan. He simply logged off, refusing to subject himself to the toxicity. But as he stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror—messy hair, unkempt appearance—he realized it was time for a change.

Whether it was the Chu family or the Fu family, their connections had always been with the original host. But from this moment onward, Chu Yan was truly himself—the Chu Yan from another world.

So screw moping around! He should be celebrating. This was his true new lease on life.

With that in mind, he contacted a stylist. The first step of his new life? A fresh hairstyle.

The original host had likely kept his hair conservative and dark-colored to please Fu Hongan. But Chu Yan went for a complete reversal—dyeing his hair a striking silver with pink undertones.

At first glance, it appeared silver-white, but under sunlight, a subtle pink hue emerged, giving him an ethereal, almost angelic glow. Paired with his exquisitely handsome face, the effect was mesmerizing, even slightly otherworldly.

His hairstyle was now edgy and wild, and he even added earrings. When Chu Yan saw his blindingly radiant reflection, he was momentarily stunned—let alone the stylists, who couldn’t tear their eyes away.

*Was this really the same Chu Yan they knew?*

Chu Yan had always been strikingly good-looking, with pale, flawless skin from his face down to his neck and hands.

In the past, people had dismissed him as a shallow, insufferable pretty face—someone without substance. Prejudice had colored their perception, like a filter obscuring his true appearance. But now, even with their biases, they couldn’t deny how breathtakingly beautiful he was.

*This was a heartthrob—no, heartthrob didn’t even cover it. His eyes were so clear and bright, yet his entire being radiated an irresistible magnetism. For the first time, they entertained the absurd thought: Had the Fu young master, whom Chu Yan had pined after for fifteen years, been utterly blind?*

*So damn handsome.* The silver-pink hair made Chu Yan glow, as if he had finally stepped out of the shadows. Before, his beauty had been muted, overlooked. But now, bathed in light, he was impossible to ignore.

"Mr. Chu, this hairstyle suits you perfectly."

Chu Yan flicked a strand of hair, satisfied. "I think so too."

In his past life, he wouldn’t have dared to dye his hair such a bold color. His looks alone had already made him stand out as a minor character—doing this would have invited too much unwanted attention.

But now? He loved it. He didn’t need to cater to anyone or dim his own light for others.

*Pleasing himself? One word summed it up—Hell yeah!*

Meanwhile, during the hours Chu Yan spent on his makeover, the trending topics continued to rage. Initially, the internet had branded him an ungrateful fool who overestimated himself, now expelled from high society. Then came the calls for his exile from the entertainment industry and to vanish from public view.

In a dimly lit private room, Zhu Ye stood stiffly beside Fu Junhang, monitoring the online chaos on his tablet.

Occasional screams came from the next room, but they were quickly drowned out by the blaring music.

Zhu Ye couldn’t quite grasp his boss’s stance toward Young Master Chu, but one thing was clear—Fu Junhang cared. Otherwise, why would he bother keeping tabs on these trivial trending topics?

"Third Master, should we suppress these trending topics?"

This wasn’t the first time Zhu Ye had asked, but the answer was always the same—

"Hold off."

Zhu Ye had no idea what his boss was waiting for.

Fu Junhang slouched lazily on the leather sofa, long legs propped on the table amidst half-finished drinks. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the curve of his hand highlighting their slender elegance.

He took slow drags, exhaling smoke that curled ominously around him, adding to the room’s oppressive vibe.

The dim lighting suited him—he had always preferred darkness. But his little benefactor was the opposite, thriving in brightness.

Fu Junhang’s gaze darkened, lost in thought, until Zhu Ye’s sudden exclamation broke the silence.

"He updated—Young Master Chu just posted on Weibo."

Fu Junhang’s brow lifted slightly. He took another drag before accepting the tablet.

It was Chu Yan’s announcement severing ties with the Chu family. Instantly, Fu Junhang’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Bold little thing. Then again, he did have the guts to sleep with me."

Zhu Ye: *What kind of scandalous remark is that?!*

His boss’s mood visibly improved.

"Tell that spineless director—whoever he is—not to back down. The Chu family is nothing. Double down."

"Of course, if he dares to quit, I’ll end him."

Fu Junhang delivered these threats with eerie calm. Suddenly, Zhu Ye understood—this was what his boss had been waiting for. *Young Master Chu’s stance.*

*Ah, the penny dropped.*

"Understood, Third Master."

Once Zhu Ye relayed the orders, Fu Junhang spoke again. "Why’s it so quiet next door?"

Zhu Ye quickly pulled up the surveillance feed.

"Third Master, they’ve all blacked out."

The screen showed five men strewn haphazardly on the floor, limbs twisted unnaturally, faces beaten to a pulp beyond recognition. Broken bottles littered the ground—evidence of the brutal torture they’d endured.

Fu Junhang didn’t even blink. "Wake them up. Continue."

"Yes."

The Third Master had demanded they suffer for a full twenty-four hours—not a second less. So their arms were popped in and out of their sockets, over and over, leaving them in those contorted shapes.

Yet Zhu Ye remained unfazed by such a gruesome sight, clearly long accustomed to it.

If Third Master wanted someone dealt with, Zhu Ye had witnessed far more cruel methods—hundreds, even thousands of times worse. Besides, these five men were no saints themselves.

They bullied the weak, preyed on men and women, leveraged their family's clout to commit atrocities. Countless young victims had suffered under their coercion, and some had even ended up dead. They deserved every bit of this retribution. The only reason they had gotten away with it before was that no one had dared to touch them—until they provoked the wrong person.

"Third Master, we’ve investigated their families. All of them have issues, big or small. Orders have already been given to handle them."

"Mm."

As they spoke, muffled screams filtered through the walls again.

"Make sure to break their legs before handing them over to Captain Jiang," Fu Junhang said lazily. "Every last leg."

Hah. What a joke. Did they really think they could lock his little sugar daddy in bed? They were playing with fire.

"Will Third Master handle it personally?"

Fu Junhang shot him a glance. "Don’t you know your Third Master has a sugar daddy now?"

Zhu Ye: "?"

"I'm spoken for. How can I just touch other men casually? My golden master would have my head."

Zhu Ye: "..."

Sometimes, Zhu Ye genuinely considered calling the police. No one understood better than him just how not right in the head his boss was.

"What about the Chu family?"

Fu Junhang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray before answering.

"Since Chu Yi has so much free time, let’s give him something to do." His smile carried a bone-chilling edge. "For example, he’s not getting any younger—shouldn’t he get married? Preferably to someone he despises."

Zhu Ye: *...Aren’t you older than him, though?*

"Third Master, these are the entertainment companies you asked us to investigate. We’ve shortlisted over thirty that meet the criteria, but the top ones are all controlled by major families. The few without backing are scraping by."

Fu Junhang took the list and skimmed through it. This sector was inherently a cash cow, so it was no surprise that powerful families dominated it. But the pie was too big—even they needed to keep each other in check, leaving some scraps for others. His eyes soon landed on one name: Star Journey Entertainment.

Its owner was a young man, with several top-tier agents as partners. They had once groomed multiple award-winning actors and actresses, nearly rivaling the industry giants. But their success made them a target, and now every major family’s entertainment arm wanted to swallow them whole. Ironically, the infighting among these predators was the only reason the company was still breathing.

"This one."

Fu Junhang was about to steal from the lion's den—several lions, in fact.

"Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately."

Once these matters were settled, the neighboring room fell silent again—though soon, pitiful moans started up again. Fu Junhang lounged across the couch, arms stretched lazily over the backrest.

The boss was waiting for someone. Otherwise, a few worthless scum wouldn’t have gotten his ass out here.

"Speaking of which, that damn Old Jiang is late, isn’t he?"

Zhu Ye got the hell out.

Meanwhile, the Chu household was in a foul mood as they read Chu Yan’s public severance from the family. Chu Hongrun’s face was dark as thunder, his silence heavy, while Madam Chu sneered bitterly. Just as the internet said—the Chu family had raised a backstabbing ingrate.

"Bravo, Chu Yan. Just *bravo*," Chu Shuo came close to throwing his phone in fury. "How *dare* he?"

That pathetic worm who'd never stood up before him—where did he find the audacity?

"Does he really think anyone would want him after leaving the Chu family? Who gave him the confidence to push his luck like this? To publicly cut ties with *us*? As if he even has the right! If anyone’s cutting ties, it should be us cutting *him* off!"

"Big Brother, do you think he’s trying the same tricks he used against Fu Hongan on us?" Chu Xiuyi frowned. "How does he keep getting bolder? The Fu family already discarded him—why is he still acting up? Who’s backing him?"

Chu Yi, who had stayed silent, had a rough idea of where Chu Yan’s confidence came from—likely the 50 million he’d given him, along with the so-called truth about the sham marriage.

Though Chu Yi now managed most of the Chu family’s affairs, Chu Shuo and Chu Xiuyi remained unaware of the past. The scheme had been orchestrated by Chu Hongrun, his wife, and the late family patriarch. Only after Chu Yi took over the company had they revealed the truth to him.

What puzzled him was that, despite being mistreated, Chu Yan had always seemed starved for their approval. Every foolish thing he’d done was to earn their attention and affection. No one craved family love more than Chu Yan.

So how could he possibly sever ties now? Was this some kind of reverse psychology?

Or was it simply because he held leverage over the Chu family, making him fearless?

But Chu Yan was naive. Without Chu Yi’s tacit permission, he would never have had the chance to threaten the Chus. There were countless ways to make someone disappear without a trace—far more than Chu Yan could imagine.

As the saying went, Chu Yan trying to oppose the Chu family was like a gnat trying to bring down an oak.