Shen Yanhe was taken aback, keenly aware that the current Fu Yanhe was different from the one who had scoffed at her earlier.
She observed Fu Yanhe surreptitiously and in detail.
Fu Yanhe lifted his eyelids carelessly, looking at her sitting beside him, his thin lips parted slightly with a hint of ambiguity, "A life-saving grace should be repaid by a springlike bounty. Why not Ms. Shen..."
He drew out his tone slowly, "Offer yourself in return? How about that?"
This deep and magnetic voice made Shen Yanhe, who was a bit of a voice enthusiast, feel a tingling in her ears, making her involuntarily raise her hand to rub them.
Then, with lowered eyes, she leaned toward him, her body gently pressing against his chest, "Offer myself in return?"
Fu Yanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the girl lying on his chest with a delicate and beautiful face, her cat-like eyes looking at him with a bit of cunning.
The warm sun-like freshness of her enveloped him, and the fury surging in his heart gradually subsided.
It seemed the girl was not afraid of his disfigured, almost terrifying face; she even moved closer to him, closer than the usual safe distance, and a sweet, well-behaved smile formed on her soft, fair face.
"Right now, my relationship with Yanhe is registered on the same household book," she said.
Fu Yanhe looked at her, suddenly letting out a scoff with a teasing look in his eyes, "What kind of relationship?"
"A father-daughter relationship?"
The sweet smile on Shen Yanhe's face paused slightly, "..."
Well, that's something.
I thought of you as my husband.
And you actually want to be my dad?
Without altering her smiling face, Shen Yanhe batted her eyes at him and replied with a soft, sweet smile, "If you wish, you can be my dad, that's okay~"
She enunciated each word, looking at him with unwavering cat-like eyes, and slowly uttered three words, "Fu, Dad, Dad."
Her voice was tender and sweet, deliberately softening as she said these ordinary words, which strangely carried a hint of ambiguity.
"..."
Fu Yanhe's body stiffened, and he looked at her with a half-smile, his dark eyes slightly squinting as a hint of danger flashed within them, and he hummed softly, "Good daughter."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Shen Yanhe gave a light cough, pulled back from his embrace, and sat down neatly with her hands on her knees, "Cough cough, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."
She looked at him, her cat-like eyes curving into a soft, sweet smile, "To thank you for rescuing me tonight, how about I give you an acupuncture treatment?"
Fu Yanhe's hand on his knee twitched slightly as he raised his eyes to look at her, "Detoxification? Or healing my leg?"
"Detoxification."
"Besides damaging your internal organs, the poison in you is also damaging your nerves," Shen Yanhe explained, "To treat your leg, you need to get rid of the poison in your body first."
"But the toxins have accumulated in your body for too long. It's impossible to clear them all at once. You'll need to combine it with medicinal baths, at least half a month's worth."
Shen Yanhe blinked, giving him a timid smile, "But let's make it clear, the medicinal herbs needed for these baths and the subsequent treatment for your leg and face will have to be paid for by you."
Right now, she was utterly penniless.
Not to mention the money for the herbs—she didn't even have the fare to take a taxi back to the Fu Family residence. She had already been considering whether she should sleep under a bridge.
Without waiting for Fu Yanhe to respond, Shen Yanhe smiled again, stretching out her hand to him with her soft, white palm upturned, "If you want me to help you buy them, that's fine, but you'll have to pay a runner's fee."
Taking the opportunity, she advertised, "With the speed of flight and the quality of a dream, Yanhe's errand service—you deserve it."
Fu Yanhe: "..."
Only after finishing her slogan did Shen Yanhe realize what she had said, showing a sheepish smile at him, "Cough cough, don't worry, my running fee isn't expensive, I'm trustworthy~"
"..."
Fu Yanhe's hand, which was distinctively boned and aesthetically pleasing, rubbed his slightly aching brow as he looked at her with a somewhat helpless expression. His thin lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a resigned, "Forget it."
He took out a black card from his pocket, his pale fingertips holding it out to her, his face expressionless, "Take this, you can spend whatever is on the card."
Shen Yanhe's hand moved faster than her brain; the moment she saw the bank card, she reached out and took it with practiced ease, tucking it into her chest.
By the time she realized what she had done, the card was already snug in her pocket, she: "..."
"Uh... sorry, my hand was faster than my brain," Shen Yanhe said with an awkward smile, as Fu Yanhe raised his eyebrow at her and took the card out of her pocket.
When Shen Yanhe clearly saw the bank card in her hand, the corners of her eyebrows rose imperceptibly.
This bank card was different from the rest; it was made from a fabric of black and gold patterns, and the top bore four large seal-script characters: Mist Mountain Bank.
Mist Mountain Bank was one of the most enduring banks within the Daxia nation, and it also ranked within the top three internationally.
It was said that the power behind Mist Mountain Bank descended from a royal of an ancient dynasty and was born into immense prestige.
This black card was actually a special black card issued by the Mist Mountain Bank to the world ten years ago, with only twenty in existence worldwide.
The conditions for obtaining this black card required one to have deposits of over a hundred billion in Mist Mountain Bank.
The card she held was an auxiliary card of this black card.
However...
Shen Yanhe's gaze deepened.
If she hadn't remembered wrong, the documents she investigated yesterday showed that the highest valuation of the Fu Group at IPO was merely ten billion, far from meeting the requirements for a Mist Mountain Bank black card.
It seemed that her husband in name, who came cheap to her, was not so simple after all.
While her thoughts flickered through her mind, Shen Yanhe reined in all her emotions, took the bank card with both hands, and with a pain in her heart, pushed it towards Fu Yanhe, "You take this bank card back; I don't want it."
Although she really wanted to just pocket the card.
But then, her relationship with Fu Yanhe was merely a superficial plastic marriage.
Helping him treat the leg injuries, toxins, and scars on his face was also a matter of transactional conditions.
It was better not to take this money.
Otherwise, it would make running away in the future much more difficult.
Fu Yanhe watched as she spoke of returning it, yet her hands clenched the black card tightly, those round and clear cat-like eyes betraying a strong reluctance.
It reminded him strongly of a stray cat he once fed, and the longing look it had when it saw cat food.
A smile flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes.
She really is a little money-grubber.
Fu Yanhe watched her and raised his hand.
Shen Yanhe, seeing his action, felt an even greater pain.
There was nothing more painful than watching an opportunity for wealth slip by, especially when one had to let it go.
Fu Yanhe's hand instead fell on her head, and he ruffled her hair vigorously, his voice cool, "If I tell you to keep it, then keep it. Don't let outsiders think the Fu Family has mistreated you."
"Even though I, Fu Yanhe, might be a waste, I'm not so useless that I can't provide for my own wife."
The black hair under his hand was incredibly soft, and the feel was excellent.
It was somewhat addictive to ruffle her hair like this.
Fu Yanhe couldn't help but rub it a few more times.
Shen Yanhe was caught off guard by his attack, immediately her cat eyes widened, and she leaned back to dodge his hand, then swiftly slipped the bank card into her pocket.
"Since you said so, I'll keep it. But just to be clear, I won't return what I use, okay?"
Only an idiot would refuse money!
At worst, she would use the most expensive herbs when treating him, aiming to get him back on his feet in the shortest time possible.
Fu Yanhe's now-empty hand curled slightly, watching Shen Yanhe who had shrunk back to the car door, clicked his tongue lightly, and somewhat regretfully withdrew his hand, "There's no need to return it, just use it."
Shen Yanhe was very moved, placing her palms together over her heart, "You look so handsome in this moment!"
Fu Yanhe: "..."
Fu Yanhe, with a face scarred beyond recognition, his dark eyes coldly fixed on her, pulled down the corner of his lips, "Are you mocking me?"
Shen Yanhe: "..."
She lifted her hand to her mouth and made a zipping motion.
Tsk.
She aimed for flattery, but it ended up hitting the wrong spot, a miscalculation.