Chapter 169 Who did this to him?

Late at night, Jiang Shiyuan sat on the sofa reading a book.

Suddenly, her gaze inadvertently swept across the room and fell upon Xie Jinghuai's suit jacket, which he had forcibly draped over her shoulders and was resting on the armrest of the sofa.

Her gaze faltered slightly as a flood of memories rushed into her mind.

Looking back now, it's truly unbearable to recall; it's a history of humiliation where we had to endure hardship without facing any real suffering.

Her mother never lifted a finger, never washed clothes or cooked, yet her hands were still covered in calluses as she dedicated her limited youth to scientific research and her career.

But she wasted five whole years between the children's room and the kitchen, and her slender, fair hands, upon closer inspection, looked as if they had been through many hardships.

She gave up everything – her studies, her skills, all those star-like talents that she had once cherished and been so proud of.

No wonder Xie Jinghuai disliked her so much.

She recalled a sentence:

The first step in life is to love yourself, and then share yourself with those who appreciate you, rather than seeking love to compensate for a lack of self-love.

These profound words deserve to be engraved on her tombstone.

Jiang Shiyuan picked up the man's suit jacket, stood up, walked to the entrance, opened the trash can, and threw it in expressionlessly.

Today, Xie Jinghuai was exceptionally attentive to her, fulfilling the intimacy she had longed for but could not have when she loved him, one by one, after she had lost all hope in him.

Jiang Shiyuan gave a cold laugh and shook her head.

She knew it was just an act in front of her grandmother.

She used to be smitten, but now she finds him incredibly hypocritical, even disgusting.

Just then, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Jiang Shiyuan hurried over and found that it was Fu Yansi calling.

It was so late, and the child wasn't the type to cause trouble, so she was worried something might have happened and quickly answered the phone.

"Banban, what's up so late?"

Over there, Fu Yansi's childish voice was filled with worry, "Aunt Jiang, is my dad with you?"

Jiang Shiyuan was slightly taken aback and quickly asked, "No, what's wrong?"

"Hmm... At this time in the past, Dad would have been home long ago, and even if he wasn't, he would always answer my call. Today I've called him several times and he hasn't answered. I'm so worried!"

Jiang Shiyuan paused slightly, then asked, "Have you contacted your Uncle Xing? Isn't he inseparable from your father?"

"I've contacted him, and Uncle Xing has already gone out to look for Dad, but I'm still so worried and scared..."

Fu Yansi's voice choked with emotion, on the verge of tears, "Aunt Jiang, could you come to my house and keep me company? I'm so scared I fell asleep..."

Jiang Shiyuan was initially hesitant, but then she remembered that Banban was different from ordinary children; he had autism.

Although they may appear to have recovered, such children are often more sensitive and vulnerable inside, and need patient guidance and companionship.

Her maternal instincts were awakened, and she immediately stood up:

"Banban, don't be afraid, Aunt Jiang will come to you right away."

...

Tonight, we crossed the line; the air is still thick with boiling hormones, a decadent paradise.

Fu Chenzhou sat on the edge of the bar, a row of whiskeys in front of him. He tilted his head back and gulped down one glass after another. The whiskeys were spicy, bitter, and stimulating, but he drank them as if they were water.

The glistening liquid slid down the corners of her lips, over her strong jawline, down her shapely neck, and into her sharp, sexy collarbone.

The dim light and shadows flickered, and he, like a demon among men, captivated all beings.

Behind him, men and women surrounded him, secretly watching him like prey surrounded by wolves.

However, Fu Chenzhou, who was drunk and out of his mind, was unaware that a man's wicked hand had already unknowingly climbed up his strong, narrow waist...

With a snap—

The man's unclean hand was forcefully pushed away by another clean hand.

"Hey buddy, if you don't want to end up in a really bad way, I advise you not to touch him. This is my sincere advice."

Shen Min, who arrived just in time, shielded Fu Chenzhou behind him. Looking at the man who was a head taller than him, he was honestly a little scared.

The man glared at him irritably. "Who are you? You're ruining my good time!"

"I……"

Shen Min, neck stiff and hands on hips, retorted, "I'm his boyfriend, so what?!"

Aaaaaah! I'm going crazy!

He was always being used as a shield by the young master, but at crucial moments, he was incredibly smooth and reacted instinctively!

If this continues, we'll really need to get a proper title in a few years.

With his hand supporting his forehead, Fu Chenzhou, still slightly drunk, had a furrowed brow.

The man had initially intended to cause more trouble, but upon seeing his wife arrive, he lost all interest in physical contact and merely rolled his eyes at her.

"Tsk, he doesn't have a muscle at all, his butt is flat, and he's pale and beardless like a sick duck. His taste is really not good."

After saying that, the man left dejectedly.

Left standing there alone, Ye Shen gritted his teeth in anger, yelling, "Damn it! You're the one who's a freak! Your ancestors for eight generations were all freaks!"

"Young Master Shen!"

Xing Zhen rushed over, sweating profusely. When he saw Fu Chenzhou, who was almost completely drunk, he was terrified. He rarely saw his boss like this and panicked instantly. “President Fu… how did he get so drunk? He never drinks this much outside, and he would never let himself get drunk!”

"Who the hell knows? It's like an elephant got kicked, or maybe it's just that its period came!"

Shen Min shook his head repeatedly and took Fu Chenzhou's pulse. Although the pulse was a bit erratic, it wasn't a big problem. "He's drunk and confused. Let's get him a private room to sober up and calm him down."

Soon, Xing Zhen and Shen Min helped the heavily intoxicated Fu Chenzhou into the private room. He drank some honey water, took some hangover medicine, and vomited twice. The man's handsome face turned pale, and he regained some consciousness.

"Holy crap... You're so drunk, you're Fu Chenzhou? Are you really the Fu Ye I know? Answer me!" Shen Min grabbed his shoulders with both hands, wanting to shake him awake, but afraid he would throw up all over her, so she could only worry helplessly.

"Amin...it hurts." Fu Chenzhou's long, wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and his stunning black eyes flashed with shattered light, like ice blocks falling into a valley, cracking layer by layer from the inside out.

The man before me was more vulnerable than ever before, as if he were riddled with wounds, yet he was still struggling to hold on.

Xing Zhen was also dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe that this dejected, depressed, and almost broken man was actually the steady, ruthless, and decisive Master Fu whom he had followed for many years.

Who did this to him?!

Shen Min asked anxiously, "Quickly tell the doctor, where does it hurt?"

Fu Chenzhou's eyes were glazed over. He raised his hand and forcefully poked his heart with his fingertips.

The oblivious Shen Min even looked excited and pulled his arm hard, "Angina? Then this is exactly what I specialize in! Come with me to the hospital, I'll give you a full checkup!"

"Could it be... that I am destined to stand only in the darkness, and that she is destined to be someone I can only yearn for but never reach..." Fu Chenzhou's starry eyes were bloodshot, unnaturally red.

Shen Min was completely confused. "Who is it?"

"All these years... all the efforts I've made, all the courage I mustered to return to Beijing from abroad, were just so that one day I could stand before her with my head held high..."

The man's throat felt like it was being gripped tightly, choking him so much that he couldn't speak coherently, "But in the end, she... still didn't have me in her heart."

Xing Zhen was suddenly jolted, clearly realizing something!

“Jiang Shiyuan…”

Fu Chenzhou leaned forward, his forehead resting on Shen Min's shoulder. Each deep breath seemed to be a surge of suppressed emotions, about to burst forth from his body.

"In my heart... there has always only been you. As for you... your heart is like a hotel, people come and go, but there has never been a place for me."

Shen Min stared wide-eyed, utterly astonished!

Fu Chenzhou's feelings for Jiang Shiyuan were not love at first sight, but rather a premeditated scheme.

No wonder he stood up for her time and time again, no wonder he broke his own rules and paid huge sunk costs to take care of her without expecting anything in return.

Everything now has an answer.

The strong liquor burned through Fu Chenzhou's lungs and heart. His tall, broad body trembled in Shen Min's arms, his voice like a broken string, low, hoarse, painful, and broken:

"Jiang Shiyuan, I beg you... please, look at me."