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"Grandpa Shen, I don't know what my grandfather told you, but there's nothing between Qinglan and me like what you think, at least not now. As for the future, no matter what develops between us, she will always be my sister, and I will protect her," Fu Hengyi said earnestly.
He didn't make any definitive statements, so Old Sir Shen couldn't say much in return. Aside from his age, frankly speaking, Fu Hengyi was indeed one of the most outstanding among the younger generation that Old Sir Shen knew.
Having lived a long life, he didn't have any regrets. If there was one, it was merely hoping that his granddaughter could receive sincere love and full protection from someone.
"Forget it, let the younger generation have their own blessings. I'm too old to meddle," Old Sir Shen waved his hand and sighed lightly.
"That's the spirit, Old Man Shen. Just think about it, these two are so outstanding in appearance and intelligence. If they were to get together, imagine how adorable and smart their children would be," Old Sir Fu said, putting an arm around Old Sir Shen's shoulder and whispering in his ear.
Seeing the two make up again, Fu Hengyi shook his head and went to the study room. Since he couldn't go back immediately, he couldn't let things slip.
After he left the military, he took over a small company his mother left and then started a security company to provide job opportunities to soldiers who had retired for various reasons.
Over the years, with his efforts, the company grew stronger and stronger.
Many approached his company because of his capabilities. Sometimes he would personally take on tasks. This time, the task was to protect a very important person, but his grandpa tricked him into coming back. Since he couldn't go himself, he had to send someone he trusted and coordinate with the client.
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Soon, the rumors in Beijing were suppressed, and before Shen Xitong could come over, she heard from a friend that the Fu Family's chosen granddaughter-in-law was Shen Qinglan, not her, Shen Xitong.
Remembering her friend's gloating expression when delivering this news, Shen Xitong couldn't help but bite her lip, a fire flaring in her eyes.
What was so great about Shen Qinglan? Aside from a pretty face, she was good for nothing, always wearing a deadpan expression that dampened spirits. Yet, this person, who she deemed a waste, was chosen by the Fu Family as their granddaughter-in-law. Shen Xitong couldn't accept it, couldn't possibly be content.
From the first moment she saw Fu Hengyi, she knew he was the man she wanted to marry in this life. She had worked so hard to become excellent so that one day she could stand by his side, shoulder to shoulder.
But what she had strived for tirelessly, Shen Qinglan had obtained so easily. She hated it! If Shen Qinglan hadn't returned, all of this would have been hers.
Watching the figure descending from the upstairs, Shen Xitong's eyes shifted, and an idea formed in her mind.
Shen Qinglan looked at the person blocking her way, looking down at her with an unchanging expression, "What's the matter?"
Shen Xitong looked at her and smiled slightly, "Sister, I heard that Old Sir Fu chose you as their family's granddaughter-in-law, and I haven't congratulated you yet."
Shen Qinglan frowned, not wanting to pay attention to her.
When Shen Xitong saw a certain figure in the corridor, her lips curved into a sinister smile, and she leaned closer to Shen Qinglan, whispering, "Do you think the Fu Family would marry a woman with a scorpion's heart as a granddaughter-in-law?" As she said this, her body quickly fell backward, her hand tugging tightly at Shen Qinglan's sleeve, her face full of panic, involuntarily letting out a sharp scream.
Shen Qinglan was pulled to follow Shen Xitong's downward motion. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she firmly stabilized herself with a strong grip on the handrail. Meanwhile, Shen Xitong rolled straight down the stairs, ending up motionless on the floor.
"Tongtong."
Shen Qinglan was pushed aside forcefully as someone rushed down to Shen Xitong's side.
"Tongtong, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Chu Yunrong knelt beside Shen Xitong, wanting to reach out but afraid that moving her would worsen Shen Xitong's injuries, not knowing what to do in her anxiety.
Shen Xitong was in pain all over, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. Over the corner of her eye, she saw someone standing on the stairs and her lips curled slightly in a mysterious smile.
When she looked up again, tears hung on her face, but a smile was on her lips, her face pale from the pain, "Mom, sister... she didn't mean to, please... don't blame her."
Then she looked at Shen Qinglan, speaking weakly, "Sister, I know because mom favors me, you don't like me, but I really didn't want to take things from you. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. I just want to stay in this home, to have a place to return to. I didn't know you liked Hengyi too, if I had known, I wouldn't have competed with you."
Chu Yunrong looked at Shen Qinglan in shock, not expecting that she would push her sister down the stairs out of jealousy. She felt a surge of blood rush to her head and shot up, taking two steps to Shen Qinglan.
"Slap," a heavy smack landed on Shen Qinglan's face, turning it to the side.
Shen Qinglan looked at Chu Yunrong steadily, her eyes showing no sadness or joy, showing no sign of feeling the pain on her face. In contrast, Chu Yunrong looked at her hand in disbelief, she had...she had actually hit her own daughter.
"Yunrong, what are you doing?" Old Sir Shen's roar came from the corridor. Everyone turned towards the sound to see him full of fury, glaring at Chu Yunrong, with Fu Hengyi standing beside him.
Shen Xitong's pupils shrank, a flash of panic crossing her eyes. Why was Fu Hengyi at the Shen house?
"Dad... I..." Chu Yunrong stammered.
"What are you doing?" Old Sir Shen demanded angrily. He had been in the study playing chess with Fu Hengyi when he heard Shen Xitong's scream and went to see what was going on. Just when he came out, he witnessed Chu Yunrong angrily slap Shen Qinglan.
Chu Yunrong snapped out of her shock at hitting her daughter and found her voice, "Dad, Qinglan out of jealousy pushed her sister down the stairs."
"Did you see it with your own eyes?" Old Sir Shen's sharp gaze fixed on Chu Yunrong.
Chu Yunrong was startled and instinctively replied, "No."
"Grandfather."
Shen Xitong called out, her face covered in sweat from pain, her brows furrowed tightly, "Grandfather, don't blame mom, and don't blame sister. It's my fault, I didn't stand well and fell myself."
Her expression was restrained, though she spoke thusly, a hint of grievance lay hidden in her eyes.
Old Sir Shen's gaze fell upon Shen Xitong, his eyes showing no emotion.
Shen Xitong's heart clenched.
"What are you all standing here for? Go call an ambulance," the old man said, addressing Sister-in-law Song.
Sister-in-law Song hurried to make the call.
"This matter ends here. I don't want to hear any talk of discord among the Shen sisters," Old Sir Shen said to Chu Yunrong, though his eyes were on Shen Xitong.
Shen Xitong was startled, lowering her eyes, not daring to meet Old Sir Shen's gaze.
The ambulance arrived swiftly, and the doctor conducted a brief examination. Besides a fracture in Shen Xitong's right calf and some minor scratches, no other injuries were found for the time being.
Chu Yunrong left with the ambulance.
From start to finish, Shen Qinglan had not spoken a single word, her expression unchanged, even though her face had swollen into a bun.
Old Sir Shen looked at Shen Qinglan's face with a pained expression, "Child, don't you know to dodge when your mother hits you?"
Shen Qinglan's eyes softened slightly, and she shook her head gently, "Grandpa, I'm fine."
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