Chapter 92 They seemed to have known each other for a long time.

"Miss Jiang, you woke up so early?"

Xing Zhen, who pushed open the door and entered, saw that Jiang Shiyuan was not asleep, and felt a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't know..."

Jiang Shiyuan quickly stood up, smiled, and said, "It's nothing."

Xing Zhen looked over and asked softly, "Is the young master awake?"

She answered softly, "Still asleep."

Has the fever subsided?

She bent down and stroked the child's forehead. "Yes, it's gone down. But whether it's getting better or not depends on how things are tonight."

"Ms. Jiang, you've gone to so much trouble."

Xing Zhen placed the exquisite lunchbox she was carrying on the coffee table, carefully opened it, and arranged the food items one by one. "Mr. Fu was worried that the hospital breakfast might not suit your taste, so he specially asked the chef at Yue Man Xi Lou to make you a breakfast. Please try it, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

The moon shines bright over the western tower...

Jiang Shiyuan felt a pang of sorrow welling up in her heart.

My mother was originally from Hong Kong, but when she was in junior high school, her family moved to Beijing because of her grandfather's job transfer. However, she still retains the lifestyle and eating habits of Hong Kong people.

Jiang Shiyuan's tastes also followed her mother's; she preferred sweet, fragrant, and light foods. Her mother said that the most authentic place in Beijing for serving Hong Kong cuisine was Yue Man Xi Lou.

In the past, whenever her mother had free time, she would take her out for a big meal to satisfy her cravings.

Since her mother passed away, she has never visited again, for fear of being reminded of the past.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." She smiled slightly.

"Miss Jiang, you're too kind. It's Mr. Fu who should be thanking you."

Jiang Shiyuan walked to the coffee table, her gaze sweeping over the exquisite dishes, her beautiful eyes widening slightly:

"These dishes...were all ordered by your CEO, Mr. Fu?"

Xing Zhen: "Yes. Is it not to your liking?"

"No, no..." It's not that we don't get along, it's that we get along too well!

Just like a menu customized to her preferences, every dish was the one she and her mother used to order when they went to the Moonlit West Tower!

What a coincidence!

Is it really possible for something to happen so coincidentally?

It was as if Fu Chenzhou and she had known each other for many years...

Even after breakfast, Fu Yansi was still not fully awake, which showed that the child was already exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Secretary Xing, please thank your President Fu for his hospitality. The matter is now resolved for the time being, so I won't bother you any longer."

Just as Jiang Shiyuan was about to take her leave, Xing Zhen quickly stopped her:

"Miss Jiang, please wait!"

She looked puzzled.

"Today, Mr. Fu has a very important task to attend to and is unable to leave. He would like to trouble you... to take care of the young master for him for just one more day!"

“This…” Jiang Shiyuan hesitated.

She really liked Banban, but she and Fu Chenzhou were still very unfamiliar with each other, so it was a hasty decision to go to someone's house and stay for a whole day.

That's too presumptuous, too abrupt, too...

"Young Master's condition has improved a lot. President Fu was worried that he would be uncomfortable staying in the hospital, so he wanted to pick him up and discharge him."

Xing Zhen helplessly spread his hands, "But at home, the young master is sick and there's no one to take good care of him, so he's worried. That's why I can only trouble you to keep an eye on him for a day. Afterwards, I will definitely repay you handsomely."

Jiang Shiyuan listened and thought that Fu Chenzhou was a troublesome person.

Thoughtful and considerate people are often a little bit pretentious.

"No need for thanks, it was just a small favor."

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the child's pale sleeping face on the hospital bed and sighed softly, "Alright, let's do as President Fu says."

...

This morning, Xie Yuexi, accompanied by her secretary, went to the school to complete the withdrawal procedures for her unfortunate son.

She made a point of coming during the morning when teachers were busiest and students were in class, so she could finish her business as quickly as possible and leave the campus looking disheveled.

This incident involving her son has caused them both to lose face at the school. She feels like she could die on the spot if she encounters even one more person.

As a result, Xie Yuexi had just slipped out the back door when a rotten persimmon came flying at her:

"Your son bullied my daughter! Die!"

"Madam, be careful!" The secretary immediately stepped in front of Xie Yuexi.

A rotten persimmon exploded on his face, like dog's blood had been splashed on it.

Xie Yuexi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she had escaped a disaster, but as soon as she turned around, a rotten egg hit her on the forehead, making her vomit on the spot!

"Is your son the only precious one? Our children are our precious children too!"

"We have joined forces to boycott your son! We will ensure that your son has no school to attend in Beijing!"

"Your son is a dangerous element. From now on, we'll make sure other kids avoid him!"

When she got home, Xie Yuexi threw away all her clothes, took a shower for an hour, and sprayed almost half a bottle of perfume, but she could still smell that rotten egg-like stench.

"Madam, the master has returned from his business trip. Please come downstairs to talk."

Xie Yuexi, her nerves on edge, strode heavily into the living room.

"Xiewen, you're back! You must be tired from your journey!" She smiled broadly and went to help her husband with his clothes.

"you--!"

Song Xiewen, furious, suddenly paused and stepped back. "Why do you smell like poop? Did you fall into the toilet?"

Xie Yuexi's expression was even more disgusting than if she had eaten shit. "How could that be possible!"

“I remember you used to be very clean, how come you don’t care about personal hygiene now?” Song Xiewen glanced at her, his disdain written all over his face.

Hearing this, Xie Yuexi felt a pang of sadness.

She had been married to Song Xiewen for six years. Every day, she devoted herself to her husband and children. She spared no effort and schemed to ensure his career advancement. In the end, the only good thing this man could remember about her was that she was clean.

But now, it seems that even that one advantage is gone.

Song Xiewen tossed his phone onto the coffee table and let out a cold laugh. "I've already figured out the whole story about Xingxing."

He bullied his classmates, got expelled from school, and was even boycotted by more than a dozen parents in the principal's office, in front of your brother, sister-in-law, and the principal. You and your eldest son really made a name for yourselves.

Xie Yuexi frowned in annoyance, "What do you mean by 'my son'? Isn't Xingxing your son?"

Song Xiewen gave a forced smile, "Don't flatter me. Your son's surname is Xie. How can I, with the surname Song, be worthy of being his father?"

Xie Yuexi knew that he was still resentful about his mother's insistence that Xingxing take the surname Xie.

His son's surname is Xie, not Song, as if constantly reminding him, and everyone else—

He was a son-in-law who married into the family.

"Oh, okay, Hsieh-wen~"

Xie Yuexi stepped forward and took his arm, coaxing and cajoling him, "So what if he drops out of school? What's the big deal? With your and my status, do you think we'll have trouble finding a school for him? If all else fails, we can send our son abroad. Is there anything in this world that money can't solve?"

"What a foolish woman! All you ever think about is spending money, you really don't understand anything else!"

Song Xiewen shoved her away in annoyance. “Beating a few children isn’t a big deal in itself, but the worst thing about this debt collector is that he’s beating the son of the president of Guangji Venture Capital!”

Did you know that the two projects he's in charge of will involve close cooperation with the government? Do you know how close he is to Mayor Qiao in private? Not only Mayor Qiao, but also many other Beijing officials have close personal relationships with him!

Last night, I received a call from Mayor Qiao. He subtly and overtly warned me, which nearly scared me to death! "Your son is a real disappointment!"

Xie Yuexi felt a chill run down her spine and anxiously bit her wine-red nails.

She didn't dare say that she had given Fu Chenzhou a good scolding, because she was afraid that Song Xiewen would faint on the spot.

Song Xiewen looked annoyed. "From now on, apart from your mother, you should have less contact with your family. Make sure Xingxing doesn't hang out with Xie Junheng when there's nothing else to do!"

Xie Yuexi raised an eyebrow. "How can that be?! That's my own brother, Xie Junheng, the future heir of the Xie family. How can I not try to win him over and curry favor with him?!"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Your son is nothing but a stepping stone for that prince!"

Song Xiewen gritted his teeth in anger, "I've already sent people to investigate. Xie Junheng also hit President Fu's son, but in the end, only Xingxing was punished and humiliated!"

Why? Because Xie Junheng is using Xingxing as a tool, making a fool of him! They don't even treat your son like a human being, yet you're blindly throwing yourself at them. Don't you feel like a clown?!

"Tongtong... Xingxing..." Xie Yuexi murmured, her eyes red-rimmed.

Why is it that Xie Junheng is the sun surrounded by stars in the sky, while her son is just an insignificant star?

Xie Yuexi clenched her fists, her eyes revealing a sinister resentment.

...

Jiang Shiyuan followed Xing Zhen and Fu Yansi to Fu Chenzhou's villa.

A four-story villa with white walls and green tiles is nestled behind layers of lush greenery, quiet and secluded, exuding a peaceful and tranquil seclusion.

Jiang Shiyuan liked it from the first moment she saw it.

After settling the child in and applying the medicine, Xing Zhen left.

All afternoon, Jiang Shiyuan took meticulous care of Fu Yansi. After all, she was a mother, and this was something she could handle with ease.

Before we knew it, night had fallen.

After dinner, Fu Yansi fell into a deep sleep again.

Jiang Shiyuan then stood up, left the room, gently closed the door, and walked towards her own room, wanting to take a shower to refresh herself.

She walked to the door, pressed the handle, pushed it down, and went inside.

The next second, her pupils shrank sharply, and she froze on the spot.