After he left, I locked the door.

I don't need a caregiver, not even to look after someone, and I don't want to be in the same room with a stranger.

I was left alone in the ward. After sending Fu Yanshen away, I felt much more at ease.

Actually, I understand that my fear of my friends knowing that I still have a connection with Fu Yanshen is a projection of my own inner feelings.

I haven't been able to let go of the past, accept my past self who was obsessed with romance, and even feel ashamed of my past self.

As for Fu Yanshen, I had no time to consider his feelings.

I went to the bathroom to wash up quickly.

Squeezing toothpaste with one hand is difficult, so I have to put the toothbrush on the sink, squeeze the toothpaste on it, and then carefully break it to avoid the toothbrush becoming crooked and the toothpaste sticking to the sink.

As for taking a shower, I'll pass.

I showered last night and didn't sweat today, so I can tolerate it.

However, personal hygiene is still necessary.

I did all of this with one hand and found it wasn't that difficult, but I was clumsy and got my trouser legs wet.

I came out of the bathroom, and Fu Yanshen was still knocking on the door outside.

When he saw me, he gazed at me intently through the glass.

I calmly walked over, not looking at him, and ruthlessly pulled the curtain behind the small window shut.

That way, he couldn't even look at me.

I completely cut myself off from him.

After struggling to change into a pair of pajama pants, I lay in bed, put on my earphones, and listened to meditation music to help me fall asleep.

That night, I didn't have any nightmares.

The next morning, I heard from the nurses who were making rounds that Fu Yanshen had sat on a chair outside my ward all night and didn't leave until after 5 a.m.

After the nurse finished her rounds, he returned with breakfast.

However, Ouyang called me to have breakfast with him again.

"Did you have a fight with Ah Shen?"

After the meal, Ouyang and I chatted casually.

"I have no relationship with him, so it's not like we had a conflict," I said with a smile.

“I know about your relationship. Before, I thought he and Shi Jin were a couple… He has a complicated background. I heard that he used to carry a grudge. After taking revenge, he almost lost his life. It was my wife who helped find a donor in northern Myanmar,” Ouyang added.

During the two years that Fu Yanshen was in a coma, she lived under their roof, so she knew him a little better than I did.

However, Ouyang didn't know why Fu Yanshen almost lost his life.

She didn't know whether his heart was injured or diseased.

"Qiaoqiao, I think that young master of the Song family is quite good. He comes from a prominent family, has a good background, is refined and elegant, and is also a semi-artist. He's a rare find."

"In particular, such people grow up in a normal family atmosphere, have relatively sound personalities, and are easy to get along with."

Ouyang refers to Song Sinan.

I understand what she means.

Compared to Song Sinan, Fu Yanshen has an unfortunate family background, has been burdened with hatred since childhood, has an unhealthy personality, and suffers from mental illness... Being with someone like that will only lead to internal conflict.

"Of course, a happy marriage also needs love to sustain it," she patted the back of my hand and added.

"Alice, right now I just want to focus on my work, studies, and life. I don't want to be in a relationship. How about you give me some guidance on business?" I smiled and changed the subject.

That was the truth.

Ouyang really started giving me guidance.

During my hospitalization, whenever she had free time, she would call me over to guide my work and share her business experience with me. I also listened to her tell me a lot about her experiences.

After I was discharged from the hospital, she took me to her villa in the suburbs of Beijing to recuperate with me and teach me. We were almost inseparable.

During that time, I did not see her husband or Shi Jin.

Ouyang appears to be recuperating and resting. Her advisory team holds meetings in the villa's study every day, acting very mysteriously, as if they are brewing something.

After I got together with Ouyang, Fu Yanshen never contacted me. He had his own career to attend to, and he was extremely busy, flying all over the world.

Time flies, three months have passed, my arm is almost fully healed, and Ouyang's leg can move freely again.

She told me that connections and resources are very important, and often took me to high-end business social events to help me build connections. She also publicly claimed that I was her goddaughter.

The banquet hall was filled with elegantly dressed women, their hair swaying in the breeze, and glasses clinking in the breeze.

Holding my champagne glass, I greeted several film and television investors before heading to the self-service food area to get some food.

"Some people think they've transformed from sparrows into phoenixes, but it's nothing more than a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest," a soft female voice rang out.

Shi Jin held a plate and selected food from the side.

From what she said, it seemed like she was being sarcastic towards me.

Recently, Ouyang hasn't brought her to any events like this.

Although Ouyang claimed she didn't remember how she fell off the cliff that day, she actually knew the truth and was already on guard against Shi Jin.

"You talk as if you're Ouyang's biological son," I retorted.

Shi Jin curled her lip, her eyes, so similar to mine, giving me a smug, disdainful look. "We'll see..."

She carried the tray, swaying her serpentine waist, and walked away.

I frowned. Was she trying to mess with me again with her sarcastic tone?

Good will prevail over evil, and I'm not afraid of her.

The banquet reached its climax as all the guests gathered, waiting for the music to start so they could dance.

"Feng Jiaojiao! You come out here!"

Before the music even started, the sound of a shrew cursing filled the banquet hall. Everyone turned to look at the entrance and made way for her.

A middle-aged woman, seemingly out of place in this setting and from a very low social class, wearing worn-out leather shoes, stormed toward me angrily.

She was slender, with gray hair tied in a low ponytail, and her eyes were like steel needles, piercing me intently.

They came with ill intentions, and it seemed they were after me.

But I simply—

The middle-aged woman hurled her wine glass at me. I reacted quickly and turned my head away. The glass fell to the ground and shattered.

"Who is she? Where are the security guards?" Ouyang shouted loudly.

"Feng Jiaojiao! You vicious little bitch! You lost your sister, killed her, and had no face to go home. All these years, you've been hiding here enjoying yourself!" The middle-aged woman pointed at me, her face contorted with rage, and roared hysterically.

Hearing her words, I was shocked.

"What? Qiaoqiao, she's your mother?" Shi Jin asked loudly.

The guests were in an uproar.

"Don't stop me! I'm her biological mother! Her name is Feng Jiaojiao. Twenty-two years ago, when she took her younger sister out to play, she deliberately threw her onto the beach, letting the sea wash her away and drown! Later, she also disappeared, and all these years, our family has been looking for her!"

The middle-aged woman struggled against the two bodyguards, tilting her head back and shouting loudly.

Her voice echoed throughout the entire venue, and everyone's eyes were fixed on me.