Chapter 142 She was deeply moved by him.

Lin Zhixin trembled, frozen in place, unable to move. "J-Jing Huai-ge... what did you say?"

"Zhixin, you are indeed a very important person to me, Xie Jinghuai. I will do my best to fulfill any request you make, as long as it is within my power."

Xie Jinghuai coughed a few times, whether from smoking too much or feeling tightness in his chest. "But this hairpin has special significance. After thinking it over, I feel it's inappropriate to give it to any woman other than my wife."

I apologize for my rudeness earlier. But I still hope you can return the hairpin to me.

Lin Zhixin felt as if she had been hit on the back of the head; her whole body trembled, and her vision went black!

She wasn't actually sick, but even though she wasn't sick, Xie Jinghuai was driving her to the brink of illness; her face was deathly pale.

"Brother Jinghuai...but this is a gift from you, I really like it..."

"Feel sorry."

Xie Jinghuai's phoenix eyes were deep and dark as he stared at the hairpin in her hair. But what uncontrollably came to mind was the image of Jiang Shiyuan with her hair up. "In the future, if you like anything, just tell me. No matter how hard it is to buy or how expensive it is, I will give it to you."

But you have to give this hairpin back to me.

That cold tone made it seem as if they were complete strangers, with no trace of their former warmth remaining!

"Brother Jinghuai, who are you going to give it to... Sister?" Lin Zhixin's eyes were red.

She practically chewed the word "sister" to pieces!

"Um."

Xie Jinghuai looked calm, as if it were a matter of course. "Grandma said that in ancient times, hairpins were only given as gifts between husband and wife. I didn't know when I gave them to you, which is why I made such a mistake."

Now I understand, so I must take this hairpin back and give it to the rightful recipient.

The person who should receive this gift... is Jiang Shiyuan?!

And what about her? What did she mean to him after all she sacrificed for?!

Seeing Lin Zhixin standing there motionless, Xie Jinghuai was too lazy to say anything more. He swept his large hand past her ear and suddenly pulled the jade hairpin out of her hair.

Lin Zhixin's hair suddenly came undone, flying messily and disheveled in the cold wind.

"I owe you, and I will make it up to you in the future."

Xie Jinghuai tucked the hairpin into his bosom, quickly turned around and opened the car door. "It's too cold outside, you should go home. I'm leaving now."

The roar of the engine shook the sky as the Bugatti disappeared into the night.

Lin Zhixin was left alone on the spot, her eyes bloodshot with hatred, screaming like a madwoman.

...

As night falls, the city lights begin to illuminate the night.

Fu Chenzhou didn't come to pick up Jiang Shiyuan; instead, he sent Xing Zhen to bring Fu Yansi over.

On the way to the Fu family villa, Fu Yansi held Jiang Shiyuan's hand tightly the whole way, asking her about her well-being and chattering on and on.

However, Jiang Shiyuan did not show the slightest impatience and responded to every word the child said.

Xing Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

He sincerely hoped that President Fu and Miss Jiang could get together.

If President Fu misses out on Miss Jiang, he may never find another woman he can truly appreciate. Who knows, he might end up living with the young master of the Shen family when he's old.

Upon arriving at the villa, Jiang Shiyuan, holding the child's hand, had just stepped inside when she suddenly froze, exclaiming in surprise:

"Senior brother?!"

"Ah Yuan!"

Ye Yu rushed to Jiang Shiyuan's side, his clear eyes instantly welling up with tears. "I heard you were hospitalized for a while. How's your recovery going? Is there anything else bothering you?"

As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he raised his hands to grasp Jiang Shiyuan's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yansi's small body blocked his way, his eyes shining brightly, like a domineering little CEO:

"Uncle Ye, Aunt Jiang is still injured. Please tell her to take good care of herself and not to accidentally aggravate her wounds."

Ye Yu paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand guiltily. "Thank you for reminding me. I was being presumptuous."

Little did he know, the child before him was full of cunning and scheming.

Xing Zhen remained calm, silently thinking to herself: "Young Master, you did a good job stopping him! You're such a sweet little angel!"

"Senior brother, I'm feeling much better now, and I'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Jiang Shiyuan looked surprised. "Senior brother, what are you doing here?"

"I was invited by President Fu."

When Fu Chenzhou was mentioned, Ye Yu was filled with gratitude. "President Fu told me about your kidnapping and hospitalization. He knew I was very worried about you, so he contacted me and asked me to come over and have dinner with you."

Jiang Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat.

Fu Chenzhou knew that her senior brother was a very important person to her, so she specially asked him to come and reunite with her after the ordeal.

How could this man be so meticulous? How could he consider everything so thoroughly?

Honestly, if she hadn't gotten married and had no children, she would have met Fu Chenzhou five, six, seven, or eight years earlier.

Who knows, she might actually fall head over heels for him.

"Everyone."

Just then, steady footsteps approached.

Jiang Shiyuan raised her eyes and saw Fu Chenzhou standing in front of her. Her bright pupils contracted sharply.

The man's black shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a pair of fair, strong, and beautifully toned forearms. A black apron was tied around his muscular, narrow waist. His sharp, edgy aura blended with the warmth of home, creating a captivating and alluring sexual tension.

If Xi'er were there, she would definitely whisper excitedly in her ear:

"Tsk tsk, what a handsome guy. It's a shame he's dressed. He'd look so much better naked in an apron!"

Jiang Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed, her ears burning red.

The screen is showing again.

"The food is ready."

Seeing that Jiang Shiyuan was staring at him intently, Fu Chenzhou simply walked up to her, bent down, and got closer to her.

Although social distancing was still maintained, his strong masculinity silently surrounded and enveloped her.

"Aunt Jiang, if you keep staring at me like that, the food will get cold."

Jiang Shiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and her clear eyes darted around in a flustered manner, like two shiny black magnets. No matter where they flew, they were eventually drawn to Fu Chenzhou's handsome, godlike face.

Ye Yu, who was standing to the side, glanced at Jiang Shiyuan and then at Fu Chenzhou.

His throat tightened.

That subtle feeling can only be sensed by someone who is secretly in love.

...

Meanwhile, Xie Jinghuai, having retrieved the jade hairpin, rushed to the First Affiliated Hospital of Beijing as quickly as possible.

"What? Jiang Shiyuan has been taken away? By whom?"

Han Xu was the first to arrive at the hospital looking for his wife. After meeting Xie Jinghuai, he learned that he had come up empty-handed, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest made him feel very uncomfortable.

"They were picked up by Fu Chenzhou's secretary, Xing Zhen, along with his son." Han Xu looked annoyed at arriving too late.

Xie Jinghuai pressed his thin lips together and clenched his fists in anger.

It's so late, and Jiang Shiyuan is still sick. Where can Fu Chenzhou take her?

The only option is to go to his house!

After thinking it over and over, Xie Jinghuai turned around, picked up his phone, and dialed Fu Chenzhou's number.

After ringing several times, the call was finally answered, and a man's nonchalant voice came through:

"Hello."

Xie Jinghuai gritted his teeth until they hurt. "Fu Chenzhou, I am Xie Jinghuai."