Chapter 3058 Professor Fu's Inescapable Net

Was even this part of his plan?

It truly looked like a touching, even heart-wrenching scene.

Anyone well-read enough could easily picture emotionally manipulative plots like "abandoning the devoted wife and daughter" or "demanding elder care without paying child support."

Fortunately, the people present weren't the type to spend much time binge-watching shows, allowing them to easily conjure up an even more sinister version—was this also part of a plot against the Ji Clan?

This scheme hadn't just targeted Classmate Liushuang, but had actually begun with her mother?

Was the out-of-wedlock pregnancy back then also arranged by Professor Fu?

Once conspiracy theories started, sometimes they couldn't be stopped.

With just a little thought, Professor Fu's image already seemed sinister and inhuman.

'Hmph, this is exactly the effect I'm after.'

How could Fu Qian not know this?

His earlier decision to beat them at their own game was specifically so he wouldn't waste such a good narrative foundation, turning stone into gold.

As a dignified Apocalypse professor, caring about something like reputation would be far too unprofessional. Although the truth of the matter was that many injustices bring self-destruction—a misunderstanding born from recklessly impersonating a student's parent—the others didn't know that.

Even his colleagues at the Academy had marveled more than once at how Professor Fu showed such incomprehensible care and concern for his assistant.

Now, all of that had a highly fitting explanation.

It only required the male protagonist in this story to appear a bit more vile, and then a bit more...

Just look at how Excellency Ji Zhaoyi's expression had thoroughly darkened, as if he were imagining the threats the Ji Clan had remained oblivious to all these years.

Even his complexion had turned gloomy, giving off the feeling that his fate had been tainted by a haze after learning something he shouldn't have.

"Professor Fu... my mother is in a rather poor state. She shouldn't be agitated."

But not everyone's complexion was looking poor. Right when the crowd fell completely silent and Ji Xue stood frozen in disbelief from the massive shock, Classmate Liushuang stepped forward once again.

Her care for her mother was displayed once more. Naturally noticing Ji Xue's state, Classmate Liushuang seemed somewhat worried about her mother's health and softly reminded him not to agitate her any further.

'Are you sure? Why didn't I see that?'

At first glance, those words sounded perfectly reasonable.

After all, not too long ago, Ji Xue had been dragged into the Rebirth Club incident and fainted. Coupled with her ordinary human physique, the pressure of this kind of occasion was a bit too much for her.

But that still didn't change the fact that Classmate Liushuang was lying through her teeth. Following her "recognition" of the person who had just arrived, her mother's complexion had obviously begun to improve.

Having her wish fulfilled finally allowed her to let go of her obsession, giving off the feeling that she had found inner peace for the rest of her life.

So the question was, why would Classmate Liushuang lie through her teeth?

That excessive concern clouds judgment was certainly one explanation, but it wasn't hard for Fu Qian to notice that Classmate Liushuang—who theoretically knew the truth about her parentage—hadn't actually punctured his lie while offering that word of advice just now.

Even within a fate where she didn't hold much control.

...

'Has her Lucent Sword Heart reached such a profound level?'

Even if Classmate Liushuang had exposed the results of his research, Fu Qian was still confident he could control the situation.

But her performance in that moment was still inevitably stunning.

Even while "not knowing oneself is a guest while in a dream," was she still subconsciously grasping her superior's intentions and playing along?

She was so obedient that it would feel unjustified not to apply for a staff position for her once they returned.

"Alright."

Even an empty promise wouldn't suffice; in response to her current request, Professor Fu cooperated directly without batting an eye.

"Everyone, just forget what I said a moment ago."

At that moment, he turned to look around, meeting the many gazes and signaling that there was no need to look too deeply into his previous words.

It was just that while he was clearly addressing everyone, he deliberately skipped over the most important parties involved—the mother and daughter.

"Forget it?"

Ji Zhaoyi naturally noticed this detail, and by following Fu Qian's gaze, he even noticed An Gui nearby. He fired back the question in that moment, his voice clearly turning a bit cold.

"Yes, it was just a joke. Just a tiny misunderstanding, really."

Fu Qian continued to smile as he spoke the truth, waving his hand to indicate that he was merely trying to lighten the mood.

"So that's how it is—did you forget it then, An Gui?"

As if infected by this friendly atmosphere, Ji Zhaoyi actually revealed a trace of a smile in that moment.

He didn't even go so far as to disturb Classmate Liushuang and her mother. Instead, he turned toward An Gui, who had spoken the least so far...

It was confirmed: stress was harmful to one's health.

Being directly called out by the person in charge, Demigod Angui obviously couldn't keep a low profile any longer.

Because the topic was truly far too serious, his stress levels directly went off the charts in that moment.

The specific manifestation of this was that upon suddenly realizing Ji Zhaoyi's presence, the radiance representing fate across his body darted around wildly, eventually tracing out a plunging line.

And this scene, which made him look like a ruined futures trader, successfully helped Professor Fu deduce a piece of wellness knowledge.

"I... believe Professor Fu is joking."

However, for someone striving to hold a high position, working under high pressure was a necessary quality.

Even though the situation was difficult, facing this "judgment of fate" before him, An Gui actually managed to hold onto some persistence after a bit of struggle.

He clearly knew that fence-sitters never met a good end at times like this. Instantly defecting just because the person in charge yelled at him would only throw away what little value he had left.

When the time came, regardless of which side gained the upper hand, there would be no place for him in the Ji Clan.

Of course, not defecting didn't mean he had to throw himself onto the gun barrel either. Regarding the question of whether he had forgotten or not, An Gui didn't bluntly say he hadn't forgotten. Instead, he used a softer expression—he hadn't forgotten, but he believed that an intellectual like Professor Fu truly harbored no ill intentions toward the Ji Clan.

In short, he hoped they would just fight it out among themselves first; personally, he didn't want to act as a speed bump for either side.

Making such a difficult decision seemed to have consumed an astonishing amount of energy, as he refused to spit out another word after saying it.

What was even more interesting was that this answer, full of calculated self-interest, actually hit closer to the truth by sheer coincidence.

"Very good."

Unfortunately, Ji Zhaoyi clearly didn't believe that was the truth.

While giving his adopted son such high praise, he turned back to Fu Qian.

"I actually lean toward believing it's a joke as well. However, could Professor Fu explain exactly why An Gui would believe it?"

...

'Good question. The Old Man truly lives up to his role as the person in charge.'

Demigod Angui's response was certainly brilliant, but Excellency Ji Zhaoyi's question in that moment instantly grasped the core of the issue.

If he didn't believe there was a scheme at play, why would An Gui answer like that? His seemingly slick response had actually ended up contradicting itself.

"It's very simple. I was the one who killed Ji Yicheng."

And amidst his admiration, how could Fu Qian not satisfy the Old Man's curiosity? He immediately informed the victim's family member of a certain bloody murder.