Chapter 158: Don't touch me!

Chapter 158: Don't Touch Me!

These words carried a sense of support and encouragement, causing Fu Xianzong to exclaim in disbelief, "Dad!"

His tone was clearly a bit rushed.

Old Master Fu was helped by the servants to sit next to Fu Yanjing. "What are you yelling for? I'm not deaf!"

The bowl of dark, steaming Chinese medicine was placed in front of Old Master Fu by the servant, who frowned in disgust.

The wrinkles on his face deepened. "I need to take care of some family matters first, then I'll drink later."

Even a legendary figure who once dominated the port city was afraid of hardship.

Looking at the couple, whose expressions were different and who seemed to want to say something but couldn't, and then at his grandson who was silently enduring, Old Master Fu suddenly gave a mocking smile.

"The whole family put on such a show for me. Do they really think I'm an old man who's senile? How long do you think Ah Jing can keep up this act? Turns out I just celebrated my birthday and I couldn't help but show my true colors."

Fu Yanjing lowered his eyes and did not deny it, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Old Master Fu suppressed a cough. "The youngest daughter of the Sheng family is indeed pleasing, but standing next to our A-Jing, I couldn't see a trace of joy on A-Jing's face no matter how I looked at her. Her expression was more like she was going to a funeral than someone who was about to have a good thing happen."

"You handled the Fu family's affairs very well. Grandpa believes you will be a very qualified heir. You can choose your own major life events."

Fu Yanjing's eyes trembled under the bright lamplight, reflecting the dappled shadows.

Fu Xianzong, however, reacted like a lion with its mane bristling, shouting, "Father!"

But ultimately, it's the bloodline that suppresses him. No matter how high his status is now, or how glorious he is, he can only obey Old Master Fu.

Fu Xianzong took a few deep breaths to suppress his emotions. "Dad, it's one thing for A-Jing to make a fuss, but why did you join in?"

Grandpa Fu gave him a dismissive look. "What's the rush? Is it your turn to raise your voice at me?"

People often say that grandparents love their grandchildren more, and when Grandpa Fu was young, his methods of disciplining his son were much harsher than those of Fu Xianzong.

He had tried his best for the girl he loved back then.

But the old man used family discipline, the whip leaving afterimages as it lashed his back, almost breaking off in two.

After being whipped around like a top for half a day, seventeen-year-old Fu Xianzong developed a high fever that lasted for three days.

He was much more rigid back then, but now he's transformed into a master of disguise, appearing all considerate and humane.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Fu Yanjing revealed an undisguised tenderness.

"If he can't even keep the people he wants to protect, how can he protect the Fu family's assets? I've braved wind and rain, risking my life countless times, not only to strengthen the Fu family's reputation, but also so that my descendants can live the life they want."

"Your mother and I have been estranged our whole lives, and you and Zhiyi are the same—only business partners, no real feelings. The person beside you in bed isn't your confidant; even a golden house and a silver palace are cold inside. When you were young, you were so foolish as to force yourself to be with Zhiyi. You two know best how awkward your lives have been. Do you still want to push Ajing into a fire pit?"

"When I was young, I didn't know what was truly good. Now that I'm in my twilight years, I've come to understand everything."

Fu Xianzong's temples were throbbing like a breakdancing machine; he felt like his head was about to explode.

He clutched his chest, believing that he was the one who needed to recuperate.

666, I won't include him in my face-changing act.

The old man's traditional Chinese medicine had a calming effect, but he hesitated to drink it, looking around. Fu Xianzong picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Let's try anything, otherwise he'll be furious.

Fu Xianzong handed the empty bowl to the servant, "Go and brew another bowl for the old man, make it extra strong!"

"I'm no longer involved in your affairs!"

Fu Xianzong turned and left, leaving behind a frustrated and helpless figure.

Seeing this situation, Qin Zhiyi was unwilling to persuade her any further.

But his face was full of worries.

turn out to be--

It was still her in the end.

The feelings that are meant to be will never be severed.

In the large living room, only Old Master Fu and Fu Yanjing remained.

The sense of urgency I felt earlier had completely vanished.

Old Master Fu wanted to pour himself a cup of tea, but Fu Yanjing took it away.

"The doctor said you shouldn't drink tea right now."

The old man glared at him. "You're turning your back on us? Who was it that saved the day just now?"

"grandfather……"

Old Master Fu's attitude was something Fu Yanjing had never expected.

Grandpa Fu patted his hand, "The little boy who used to like sitting in my lap watching me play chess has grown up. Grandpa is very pleased."

“Ah Jing, when I was young, I was ruthless and made many mistakes in order to survive. But now, all I want is for you to be happy. There’s no need to say anything else. It’s good if you have any requests. I’ll support you.”

"What kind of person is that girl?"

“It’s very special.” Fu Yanjing’s eyes softened instantly.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "She is so quiet and reserved, yet in my heart, she is like a firework that never fades."

It always resonated with the frequency of his heartbeat.

“Grandpa, I really love her. In the past, I didn’t understand my own heart, or I was bound by certain shackles that prevented me from understanding my own heart. I didn’t know all this. Is it too late now?”

"Grandpa probably can't give advice on these things because he's been through it all."

Even if you don't get to drink the tea, the aroma here will only tempt you.

The old man stood up with a slight tremor. "If you still have a chance, bring the person back so that Grandpa can see him."

*

In the early hours of the morning, Fu Yanjing stood at the door of the suite again.

He hesitated outside the door for a long time before finally deciding to stick the door card on the sensor.

The moment he pushed open the door, he felt his heart race with nervousness.

I was afraid that if I opened the door, I would find a dark, empty room.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway is dim and warm yellow, and it turns on automatically.

Fu Yanjing breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.

Good news, Wen Jin is still alive.

Whether she's afraid of making things difficult for those around her, or simply too lazy to struggle and play the cat-and-mouse game with herself, she's still here.

But she remained curled up on the sofa.

Her head was turned to the side against the back of the sofa, and one hand was hanging down on the edge of the sofa. She had fallen asleep at some point.

The phone slipped from my hand and landed quietly on the soft carpet. Because it was set to always-on mode, the screen still emitted a soft glow.

Her figure was graceful in the dim light.

Fu Yanjing walked slowly, afraid of waking her.

He bent down and picked up Wen Jinye's phone from the ground.

The screen showed her conversation with Xiaoyin.

As Fu Yanjing had expected, she did not tell anyone around her what had happened that day.

In response to Xiao Yin's question.

She glossed over it with a single, effortless stroke.

Xiao Yin: [Jin Ye, where did you go today? Why did you disappear after just one phone call? Dr. Meng said you were busy. Did you run into trouble?]

Wen Jin also replied: 【No.】

Xiao Yin: [Hehe, Xiang Heng and I have finally tied the knot! You kept this a secret from me so hard. I was so envious of Dr. Meng proposing to you, and I was wondering when you two got together. Turns out, I'm the leading lady!]

Xiao Yin: [By the way, Xiang Heng and I are going back to Jiangbei tomorrow. Dr. Meng isn't coming with us. Are you coming with us?]

Wen Jinye: [You guys go first, I'll take care of some things here.]

Xiao Yin: [Is it very difficult, Sister Jin Ye?]

Wen Jinye: [Not tricky, just a minor problem.]

Fu Yanjing glanced at the content on the screen and suddenly froze.

turn out to be--

It wasn't Meng Qinghe who wanted to propose to Wen Jinye.

He felt as if the heavy weight on his chest had suddenly disappeared. He didn't even care that Wen Jin had categorized him as trouble anymore.

Fu Yanjing actually felt a secret sense of joy.

The air conditioner was blowing quietly in the room. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, and Fu Yanjing was worried that she would catch a cold.

He bent down, intending to gently carry Wen Jin to the bed.

Perhaps because she was in an insecure environment, Wen Jin did not fall into a deep sleep.

The moment Fu Yanjing's hand touched her shoulder, Wen Jin's eyelashes fluttered, and she immediately woke up.

Her hazy, confused eyes turned distant and guarded the moment she saw Fu Yanjing's face clearly.

"Don't touch me—"

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See you tomorrow, my wives!