Shen Yanhe rested for a few minutes before she recovered from the intense emergency she had just been through. Her gaze then fell on Fu Yanhe, who was lying on the carpet. He had not yet awakened from his coma and was completely naked.
The man in front of her was tall and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His skin, rarely exposed to sunlight, appeared somewhat pale. His body had not an ounce of excess fat, and traces of exercise still lingered on his abdomen. Just lying there, one could feel a strong waft of hormones emanating from him.
It was evident how fit he had been before his car accident compared to now.
What a pity...
Shen Yanhe realized she had been watching him for too long, her cheeks flushed with a slight redness as she inwardly cursed herself. While he was still unconscious, she carefully examined his body.
Her delicate, scallion-like fingers landed on his wrist, and she calmly took his pulse.
Feeling the highly irregular and slightly gritty pulse, Shen Yanhe's eyes widened in astonishment, and she abruptly looked down at Fu Yanhe.
Her husband in name was not only disfigured and disabled, but someone had also poisoned him.
How tragic.
No wonder he had convulsed so violently just now, it turned out to be the poison acting up...
"You woman, what have you done to me?" Fu Yanhe woke from the darkness, opened his eyes, and saw his own body stripped bare.
And there she was, kneeling in front of him, her hand on his wrist, her eyes filled with profound pity.
As if he was a poor little thing.
Fu Yanhe's brows furrowed tightly, and he instinctively tried to sit up but suddenly found that he couldn't move his upper body. A flash of astonishment and chill crossed his eyes.
What was happening?
When Shen Yanhe saw him wake up, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. True to his reputation as the eldest son of the Fu family, he had woken up so quickly after the onset of the poison. She had thought he might be unconscious for at least three days and nights.
With an innocent face, she gently flicked the Golden Needle on Fu Yanhe's body. "Eldest young master Fu, don't misunderstand, I didn't do anything to you. On the contrary, I saved your life."
The tail of the Golden Needle shook, spreading a numb sensation throughout his body, making Fu Yanhe feel even weaker.
Fu Yanhe's pupils shrank slightly, his irritated and embarrassed expression softened, and he looked at her with a slightly dark gaze, asking in a deep voice, "You know medicine?"
"Yes, when I lived in the countryside, an old traditional Chinese doctor took notice of me, and he taught me," Shen Yanhe answered lightly, extending her hand to remove the Golden Needle from his body.
"I have saved your life; can we calmly discuss things now?"
Fu Yanhe's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze scrutinizing Shen Yanhe.
The woman before him looked as fragile as a harebell, her delicate neck could be snapped with a twist. Yet, she seemed to harbor many secrets...
She appeared different from other women who clung to him for his wealth.
"Help me up," Fu Yanhe commanded coldly, his voice harsh, his ears displaying a rare hint of red.
Shen Yanhe frowned, sighed, and resigned herself to helping him up while muttering softly, "I really must owe you from a past life."
Fu Yanhe caught the fleeting smile on her reluctant face, a light smile briefly crossing his eyes before he returned to being the cold and capricious eldest son of the Fu family as he sat back in his wheelchair.
"Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to the Fu Family?" Fu Yanhe regarded Shen Yanhe with a detached expression, his eyes sharp and probing, making Shen Yanhe feel as if she was being watched by a large, fierce beast.
She took a deep breath, looked at Fu Yanhe sincerely, and said, "My purpose for coming to the Fu Family is something I can't disclose to you right now, but I would like to propose a deal with you, eldest son Fu."
She was unsure. If Fu Yanhe knew that her purpose involved seeking revenge against a member of the Fu family, he might interfere with her plans.
She couldn't take that risk.
"A deal? What makes you think that because you saved my life, I would make a deal with you?" Fu Yanhe raised an eyebrow, his gaze at Shen Yanhe was somewhat meaningful.
Before Shen Yanhe could speak, Fu Yanhe said decisively, "Let's skip the deal, but, in light of you saving my life, I'm willing to let you leave the Fu family and set you free."
"Thank you, eldest son Fu, but I have reasons to stay," Shen Yanhe smiled faintly, politely refusing, and then pursed her lips.
"What if I could treat your legs and face, and also find a cure for the poison in your body? Would you consider the deal then?"
Fu Yanhe's pupils contracted sharply, his hand tightened around the wheelchair's armrest, his veins bulging as he looked at Shen Yanhe with sharp and scrutinizing eyes. His voice was tremendously ominous, "Shen Yanhe, do you realize what you are saying?"
Over the past two years, the Fu family had consulted numerous international orthopedic and neurological authorities, all of whom had pronounced his legs beyond hope.
Not to mention his face, marred by burns and cuts, nearly disfigured!
And the unknown toxins in his body...
Even the top authorities had failed to identify them!
A grandmaster once said, only Dr. YM could have potentially detoxified him, but Dr. YM's whereabouts were shrouded in mystery, and despite sending a large number of people to look for him, he still hasn't been found.
He had already given up, but now...
The girl before him, younger than he, actually brazenly claimed she could heal his legs, treat his face, and eliminate his poison?
Preposterous!
"I am very clear about what I am saying." Shen Yanhe was very calm, looking at Fu Yanhe, "Others don't have the ability to cure you, but I do!"
Shen Yanhe's hand, hanging by her side, clenched into a fist as she took a step closer to Fu Yanhe, "Moreover, the toxins in Great Young Master Fu's body have penetrated deeply into the organs, and you must have felt that the frequency of your poison outbreaks has increased of late, allowing them to continue spreading, and within three months, you will invariably burst dead."
Fu Yanhe's expression darkened, his fingers on the armrest turning slightly white from griping.
This woman was right.
Previously, the poison would outbreak once a month, but this month, it had already occurred twice.
During the last outbreak, that woman took advantage of his weakness...
Shen Yanhe stood before him, her young face seriously persuading, "Instead of waiting to die, why doesn't Great Young Master Fu give it a try and trust me this once?"
As soon as her words faded, the room fell silent.
Fu Yanhe was silent for a moment, his gaze coldly fixed on her, "What are your terms for this deal?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yanhe's face lit up; she squatted beside Fu Yanhe, eye-level with him, "My terms are simple, I hope you can protect my brother, Shen Huai."
Fu Yanhe was taken aback.
This woman went through all this trouble just to make such a small request?
He suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, looking indifferently at Shen Yanhe, "You are currently my wife in name, your brother, without your asking, I would protect him anyway, pick another condition."
"No need, Great Young Master Fu." Shen Yanhe pursed her lips and smiled, "This condition is fine."
Her current power was too weak to fully protect Shen Huai.
With Fu Yanhe's help, she could be more at ease in Haicheng.
Finally, she added, "Rest assured, Great Young Master Fu, once I have dealt with my matters, if you still wish to divorce, I will not stay and bother you."
Fu Yanhe furrowed his brows, feeling a bit displeasured, his face grew colder, his voice harsh, "As you wish."
Shen Yanhe keenly felt this boss's mood worsen again, quickly picking up a scattered shirt from the floor, she shook it towards him with a pleasing sweet smile, "Great Young Master Fu, shall I help you put on your shirt?"
Fu Yanhe, dazzled by her brilliant smile for a moment, scowled and snatched the shirt back from her hand, gruffly, "No need! I can do it myself!"
He seemed to have forgotten that he was still standing naked talking to this woman.
But why wasn't this woman embarrassed at all? She had been staring at him for so long!
Fu Yanhe, expression cold, put on his clothes, encountering a problem when putting on his pants.
His legs were numb, he couldn't muster the strength, struggling to pull the pants up.
After trying two or three times.
Fu Yanhe's expression darkened further, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.
Shen Yanhe, quietly standing like a wooden figure, blinked and asked softly, "Shall I... help you?"
Fu Yanhe glanced at her coldly, not making a sound.
Shen Yanhe, getting the hint, obediently moved forward, took the pants from his hands, and helped him put them on.
Just as Shen Yanhe was about to button and zip Fu Yanhe's trousers.
The room door was suddenly pushed open from outside, a soft, tender voice came in, "Yanhe, Xia Ran's here..."
Shen Yanhe instinctively looked up, eyes meeting those of the frail woman at the door.
At that moment, her hand was still on Fu Yanhe's waistband.
From the woman's perspective, she and Fu Yanhe appeared to be engaged in an indescribable act.
Shen Yanhe: "..."
The frail woman: "..."