At this moment, Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe had already returned to the Fu Family Manor.
Jiang Yun and Fu Yu were still out attending a banquet and had not come back, while Old Madam Fu Shuqin had returned to the old residence.
Aside from the servants in the villa, only Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were present.
To avoid the vengeance of a certain bigshot who remembered her botched attempt at flattering, Shen Yanhe personally went out again with San Fang to gather medicine.
After returning, she personally prepared the herbal ingredients. It took a Herculean effort to finally ready a bathtub full of medicinal water.
After pouring the last bucket of herbal water into the bathtub, Shen Yanhe wiped the sweat off her forehead, standing in the steam-filled bathroom and turned her head to look at Fu Yanhe who was half-naked above the waist.
The lower half of his body was clad only in a pair of black sports shorts, sitting very upright in his wheelchair with a blank expression on his face.
Fu Yanhe was also looking at her.
Standing in the bathroom, the slender girl's sleeves were slightly rolled up, her thick, long hair casually tied up with a wooden pin, her soft, pale face blushing from the steam, and her cat-like eyes moist as they looked at him.
Fu Yanhe's hands resting on the wheelchair slightly curled, and his expression grew even more indifferent.
Shen Yanhe now looked particularly easy to bully.
"Is it ready?" he asked.
"Yes," Shen Yanhe put the basin aside, moved forward, and pushed him in front of the bathtub, "Soak for an hour, and after that, I'll give you your first acupuncture session."
Fu Yanhe gave a slight nod, "Mm, thank you."
Shen Yanhe's cat eyes curved, and she patted the bank card in her pocket, "No trouble at all!"
As long as there was money, all was well!
If it weren't for Fu Yanhe not wanting her to watch, she would have liked to squat next to him and watch his medicinal bath.
After all, he was currently her biggest "sponsor."
Thinking this, Shen Yanhe considerately walked toward the door, "You soak; I'll come to get you when it's time."
Fu Yanhe didn't speak, just lowering his gaze to look at his legs that had grown somewhat weak and couldn't exert any strength, his dark eyes flickering with intense ferocity for a moment, but then that ferocity disappeared so quickly one might think it was an illusion.
He expressionlessly reached out his hand, grasping the edge of the bathtub, exerting force, and tried to shift himself from the wheelchair into the bathtub.
Just as Shen Yanhe reached the door, she caught a glimpse from the corner of her eye of Fu Yanhe's veins bulging as he struggled to shift, looking extremely uncomfortable.
She paused in her steps, her lips tightening.
She knew men had strong pride, especially someone like Fu Yanhe, a favored son of heaven who had fallen from heaven to hell after an accident.
Meeting difficulty, he would never easily ask for help.
But in his current state, if he managed to move from the wheelchair to the bathtub, it would be fine.
What if he accidentally fell here...
Considering he was now her biggest "sponsor," Shen Yanhe briefly struggled internally for a few seconds, then swiftly turned around, closed her eyes, moved quickly forward, and hugged Fu Yanhe around the waist with sudden strength—
The sudden closeness of softness made Fu Yanhe's body stiffen abruptly. Before he could open his mouth to speak, he was lifted from the wheelchair.
Fu Yanhe's face briefly wore a rare expression of blankness as he found himself suddenly lifted into the air.
Was his little wife really that strong?
Before he could come to his senses, Shen Yanhe delicately placed him in the bathtub, then, as if afraid he would blame her, leaped away like a startled cat and sprinted out the bathroom door, slamming it shut.
Sitting in the bathtub, Fu Yanhe who had no time to react, "..."
The blank expression on his face slowly turned complicated as he lifted his long, pale hand, stained with some black medicinal water, and rubbed his forehead, his thoughts extremely tangled.
The dark and destructive emotions in his heart had completely vanished.
Instead, what replaced them was a mixture of helplessness and amusement.
This little money-grubber truly had a natural ability to disrupt one's composure.
With no one else in the bathroom, Fu Yanhe no longer needed to maintain his facial expressions.
His brows relaxed, and he slightly leaned against the side of the bathtub, immersing his whole body in the scalding black medicinal liquid. His eyes drooped as he gazed at his two legs, which were devoid of any sensation.
Emotions surged in his eyes and, after a long while, he slowly closed them, quietly soaking in the medicinal bath.
Shen Yanhe, who had run out of the bathroom, pricked up her ears to listen for any noise inside. Relieved not to hear any scolding, she cheerfully returned to her room and quickly took a shower.
Then she grabbed her Golden Needle and timed her return to Fu Yanhe's room.
By the time she returned, San Fang had already helped Fu Yanhe out of the tub, and he was now lying on the bed, wearing a loose bathrobe that revealed his pale and delicate collarbone, and below that, the faint outline of his abdominal muscles.
San Fang stood obediently to the side, waiting for Fu Yanhe's command.
Shen Yanhe withdrew her gaze before Fu Yanhe noticed her peeking, and stood by the bed with the Golden Needle in hand. She looked down at him, blinking her round, clear cat-like eyes, and said, "Take off the bathrobe."
Fu Yanhe slightly nodded, glanced at San Fang, who approached considerately to help him remove his bathrobe, leaving only his black shorts.
Under Shen Yanhe's gaze, Fu Yanhe's body stiffened slightly, and a flash of discomfort quickly passed over his face.
It was the third time.
He had now been undressed in front of her three times.
Resigned, Fu Yanhe closed his eyes. He could foresee that in the future, in front of this little money-grubber, the chances of being stripped would surely increase.
Shen Yanhe suppressed the random thoughts in her mind, her expression solemn as she pulled out a Golden Needle, ready to place it on the Daling acupoint, when a startled shout suddenly came from behind her, "What are you doing?"
Immediately after, a hand stretched out fiercely towards her needle-holding hand with a chop!
Shen Yanhe frowned and swiftly retreated to dodge the sudden hand. The Golden Needle in her hand spun around between her index finger and thumb, safely landing back in her palm.
Once she ensured her Golden Needle had not been knocked aside, Shen Yanhe then lifted her eyes to look at the unexpected newcomer in the room, a young boy with medium-long hair tied in a small braid, sporting a doll-like face.
Liu Fang stood between her and Fu Yanhe, angry and hostile like a protective hen, glaring at her: "Who are you? Who allowed you to perform acupuncture on the young master?"
"San Fang! Weren't you supposed to be by the young master's side to protect him? And you just watched as this unknown woman stuck needles in him?"
"Don't you know the young master is currently in poor health? What if something happens to him, could you bear the responsibility?"
San Fang, who had been scolded without getting a chance to respond, only managed a bewildered, "..."
Wu Fang, who trailed behind Liu Fang and hadn't had the chance to warn him, said, "..."
With sympathy, Wu Fang watched the angry Liu Fang and quietly stepped back, avoiding any potential splatter of blood from his master later on.
Shen Yanhe looked at Liu Fang, who was puffed up like a blowfish, with a smirk. She tilted her head slightly, her cat-like eyes curving as she looked towards Fu Yanhe on the bed, deliberately softening her voice and acting a bit aggrieved as she said coquettishly, "Husband~ he called me a woman of unknown origins."
Liu Fang blurted, "Even if he is your husband, you can't just—"
Liu Fang suddenly came back to his senses with a stunned expression as he stared at the smiling Shen Yanhe, "Wait, wait, you called the young master, husband?"
"Are you, are you really the young madam?"
Shen Yanhe nodded, "Mmhmm."
Liu Fang's heart sank in despair, glaring hatefully at the oblivious Wu Fang and San Fang.
These two blokes, they hadn't told him!
This was the end!
It's all over for me!