In the kitchen,
Jiang Yun was washing bell peppers while talking to Shen Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe was responding to her, but her ears were tuned to the noises coming from the living room.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the living room.
Shen Yanhe's eyes sparkled slightly, but she pretended to be worried and quickly walked towards the kitchen door, saying, "Mom, I heard someone falling outside, I'm afraid it's Yanhe, I'm going to check."
"Eh! Yanyan!" By the time Jiang Yun reacted and tried to intercept, she had already left the kitchen.
Jiang Yun shook her head: "Let it be, enough time has passed, it should have been long enough for Ran girl and Yanhe to finish their talk."
She could only hope that after this talk, Yanhe and Miss Ran could put aside their previous grievances, and the Xia Family and the Fu Family could continue their normal interactions.
Shen Yanhe exited the kitchen and entered the living room.
She saw Fu Yanhe sitting in the wheelchair with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, his expression one of humiliation and anger, while Xia Ran was sitting on the ground with a face full of sadness.
Upon clearly seeing Xia Ran's appearance, Shen Yanhe was shocked.
This… Miss Xia really has some nerve.
At that moment, the zipper on Xia Ran's qipao was undone, exposing her round shoulders.
From Shen Yanhe's position, she could clearly see her bare back exposed.
After only a glance, Shen Yanhe withdrew her gaze, quickly put on a surprised and astonished expression before the raging Fu Yanhe noticed her and took out his anger on her, and she quickly ran to his side to separate him from Xia Ran: "Miss Xia!"
Fu Yanhe paused for an instant.
Looking at the slender figure in front of him, he was reminded of the image of a little girl deep in his memories...
Shen Yanhe did not notice the change in Fu Yanhe's expression; she was looking at Xia Ran with anger: "What did you want to do to my husband?"
The sudden appearance of Shen Yanhe made Xia Ran panic for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, glanced at the dark-faced Fu Yanhe with blushing cheeks, zipped up her dress, and fumbled with her words.
"Please don't get me wrong, Miss Shen, nothing happened between me and Yanhe, this, this is still the living room..."
She purposefully spoke ambiguously, hoping to stir up Shen Yanhe's jealousy.
But Shen Yanhe did not fall for it.
Her face tight with displeasure, she said: "Of course, I know nothing happened between you and my husband."
"My husband is disabled in both legs and physically frail, let alone doing anything, even a slight movement leaves him gasping for air, and even his little brother doesn't work." Shen Yanhe ruthlessly badmouthed Fu Yanhe without any pressure.
Fu Yanhe's face turned even darker, and he glared at Shen Yanhe coldly.
He would remember these words.
Sooner or later, he would show this ignorant woman just how weak his body was, or if it truly didn't work!
"Miss Xia, just now I saw that you seemed to be harassing my husband. You wouldn't be thinking of taking advantage of my husband's immobility to do something to him, would you?"
Xia Ran's face turned pale: "I…"
"Don't waste your breath on her, I need to bathe, take me back." Fu Yanhe interrupted her, tugging on the hem of Shen Yanhe's clothes with a dark face.
Shen Yanhe immediately dropped her aggressive demeanor, turned around and obediently acknowledged him with an 'oh', greeted Jiang Yun in the kitchen, and then pushed Fu Yanhe away from the living room.
Before leaving, he gave Xia Ran a cold look through his eyes: "I'll let you off this time for the sake of Uncle Xia, but I hope there won't be a next time, Xia Ran."
Xia Ran stood there, her face both green and white, full of shame and anger as she watched their departing figures, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
Even if Fu Yanhe could not accept her,
She could not let any other woman appear by his side!
She could not accept that someone who once belonged only to her could be so affectionate to another woman!
Even if her relationship with him could only be that of former fiancés,
He could only belong to her alone!
Forever and always!
-
Shen Yanhe pushed Fu Yanhe down the hallway.
She looked down at him slightly with a smile, her eyes containing a hint of mockery: "Young Master Fu's taste is indeed unique; even the woman he likes is so… different from others."
Fu Yanhe's eyes were cold as he gave her a glance, "You were happily calling me 'husband' just now. Why do you sound so distant all of a sudden?"
For some reason, hearing her mock herself didn't provoke any anger in him.
On the contrary, when she referred to him as "Young Master Fu," it felt particularly grating to his ears.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Shen Yanhe choked on her spit at his sudden query.
"If not 'Young Master Fu,' what should I call you?" Shen Yanhe glanced at him and asked with a deliberately lowered voice.
"Yanhe?"
Her voice was tender, sweet, with clear enunciation. Hearing his own name coming from her mouth carried an inexplicably amorous flavor.
Fu Yanhe unconsciously tightened his grip on the wheelchair's armrest and responded with an impassive grunt, his slightly red ears betraying his current mood.
"From now on, just call me that. No need to refer to me as 'Young Master Fu' again."
Shen Yanhe was startled for a moment and subconsciously squeezed the cool wheelchair handle: "Okay."
-
Back in her room,
Fu Yanhe immediately summoned San Fang and Si Fang; San Fang took him to have a bath, while Si Fang escorted Shen Yanhe to the guest bedroom.
After eating some food brought by San Fang and enduring a whole day of turmoil, Shen Yanhe could finally shower, change clothes, and get a good night's sleep.
After a comfortable hot shower, Shen Yanhe stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror.
The woman in the mirror had a curvaceous figure with not a trace of excess fat, her lines defined, her abdomen sporting a few abdominal muscles, hinting at a powerful explosive force.
However, what marred her beauty were the purplish bruises scattered on her body and a bite mark on her shoulder.
Shen Yanhe touched the bite mark on her shoulder.
That man last night was truly a beast.
At first, she led the way, but after she moved him to the bed, the situation spiraled out of control.
Shen Yanhe shook her head, pulled on a bathrobe, and wore it.
Forget it, don't think about it now.
She needed to sleep well, to visit Shen Huai tomorrow.
-
While Shen Yanhe was sound asleep, inside Fu Yanhe's room,
A bodyguard dressed in a black suit stood respectfully inside Fu Yanhe's room, handing him a tablet: "Young master, we've found the person from that night."
"We've checked all the surveillance from that night and found that footage from the corridor leading to your room had been deleted. The surveillance from other areas is still intact, and we also found this in the corner of your room that day."
The bodyguard handed Fu Yanhe a fox mask.
"After checking the surveillance and making comparisons, we suspect a female fighter named S."
"She was seen entering the floor where the VIPs stayed that night, and she was not seen leaving afterward."
"However, this S has maintained her confidentiality very well. We only found the name S registered in the fighting ring, no real name. The card used for remittance is from overseas, registered under the name John, a man. We haven't uncovered any other information for the time being."
"S..." Fu Yanhe toyed with the fox mask in his hand, looking at the photo of the woman on the tablet wearing a fox mask, her eyes sharp with a hint of cunning as a chilling smile curled on his thin lips.
"I've found you."
-
The next day.
"Achoo!"
Walking along the hospital corridor, Shen Yanhe suddenly let out a big sneeze.
"Who's speaking ill of me behind my back?" Shen Yanhe rubbed her slightly itchy nose, frowning and muttering under her breath.
This morning she woke to find that Fu Yanhe had gone to the hospital for a follow-up examination, leaving her a note saying she could go out as she pleased and providing a driver for her use.
So she had the driver take her to the Haicheng First People's Hospital to visit Shen Huai.
Shen Yanhe donned a fully disinfected protective suit from the hospital, took a deep breath, put on a gentle smile, pushed open the door of the ward, and spoke softly, "Ah Huai, your sister is here."