Chapter 339 Fu Siyan, Talk to Me.

Shen Qingshu closed the book, her voice soft, "I probably slept too much during the day and can't fall asleep."

Fu Siyan walked in and closed the door.

Would you like some water?

"No, thank you."

Fu Siyan paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you hungry?"

Shen Qingshu looked at him and said, "I'm not hungry."

Fu Siyan pursed her lips and stood by the bed.

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Shen Qingshu chuckled softly, "Fu Siyan, if you're not sleepy, sit down and talk to me."

Fu Siyan was slightly taken aback.

Shen Qingshu wouldn't initiate a conversation with him for no reason.

He sat down in the chair next to the bed.

"Have you started another business recently?"

Fu Siyan paused, then asked, "How did you know?"

"I overheard you talking on the phone a few days ago, and you mentioned something about bidding."

Fu Siyan had no intention of hiding it from her.

She'll find out sooner or later.

"We've found a partner, but the company won't officially launch until after the new year."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingshu pondered for a moment, then said, "Fu Siyan, I know you are capable, but starting a business is never easy, and you must be facing financial difficulties. What about the assets you gave to the children before..."

“Ah Shu,” Fu Siyan interrupted her, his expression serious, “Those are for you and the child. Keep them safe. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’m just holding these assets on your behalf,” Shen Qingshu emphasized. “Theoretically speaking, since you’re still alive, you should take those assets back yourself. Once the two children are adults, you can distribute them however you want.”

Fu Siyan looked at her, pursed his thin lips, and asked, "Do you want to return those assets to me? Is it because you want to completely sever ties with me?"

Shen Qingshu was slightly taken aback.

A hint of sadness flickered in Fu Siyan's eyes. "You're still afraid I'll pester you, aren't you?"

Shen Qingshu pursed her lips and stared intently at Fu Siyan.

Actually, she no longer has such concerns.

“Fu Siyan, I’ve seen what you’ve done all this time. I’ve come to terms with things after going through this. You’ve taken care of me, and you’ve worked hard too. If I still think this is pestering me, then I’m being a bit unreasonable. Besides, we’ve already agreed that for the sake of the child, we’ll treat each other as friends or half-family, right?”

“Half family…” Fu Siyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, “So, I can still contact you in the future, right?”

“Of course.” Shen Qingshu sighed softly. “Fu Siyan, we’ve both suffered too much in the past. Putting aside our feelings, we’re actually quite similar. We’ve been through life and death together. I don’t think we need to be at odds anymore and never speak to each other again. That would be too harsh and would make things too difficult for our child. As we are now, we respect each other and wish each other well. That would be a happy ending for everyone. What do you think?”

Fu Siyan's breathing became labored.

The relief in Shen Qingshu's eyes was a luxury he had never dared to hope for.

She truly let go of her past grievances and resentments.

She took him back, as a friend, as half a family member.

Fu Siyan wanted to hug her; he really wanted to.

"Ah Shu, can I hug you?" His voice choked with emotion. "As a friend, as family, is that alright?"

Shen Qingshu stared at him for a moment, then slowly opened her hands.

Fu Siyan's pupils trembled slightly.

Instinctively, the man wrapped his arms tightly around her.

Shen Qingshu quietly let him hold her.

His arms were trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself, afraid of strangling her.

My neck was soaked with warm liquid.

The man held back, not making a sound.

Shen Qingshu sighed softly, closed her eyes, and gently patted his shoulder, as if to comfort him.

…

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Shen Qingshu was discharged from the hospital.

Aunt Yun and Aunt Qin prepared a stove.

Shen Qingshu stepped over the stove and returned to the home that truly belonged to her.

The Lijiang Villa was bustling with activity that day, with firecrackers and fireworks filling the courtyard.

Led by Wen Jingxi, several unmarried young people, along with two little ones, set off small fireworks in the courtyard.

Little Xingchen, who had just celebrated her first birthday, was held in Wen Jingxi's arms. Watching her older brother and sister set off small fireworks, she was so happy that she danced around with joy.

She babbled and laughed, revealing a few tiny baby teeth, and drool dripped from her chin.

...

Inside the villa, Bai Jianwen, Jiang Wenjin, Jin Huaimin, and others gathered in the living room.

The aroma of tea filled the air, conversations were lively, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Surrounded by a group of family and friends, Shen Qingshu's thin face had regained some color, and her beautiful eyes had regained their former vitality.

She will get better and better, and her weight, which had dropped to less than 80 pounds, is slowly coming back up.

On such a beautiful and healing day, Bai Jianwen said she would treat everyone to celebrate her goddaughter's new life!

She took Jiang Wenjin to the nearest fresh food supermarket to buy groceries.

After buying a whole trunk full of groceries, we got home and got busy in the kitchen with Sister Yun and Zhang Yun.

The stove in the kitchen was burning brightly, and the three women, chatting about whatever they were doing while cooking, were laughing and making a lively scene.

They were busy until 7 p.m., when delicious dishes filled the table.

Bai Jianwen greeted them happily, "All the dishes are served, come and have dinner!"

Everyone got up and headed towards the dining table.

Han Mingyu arrived on time, carrying some health supplements and several boxes of New Year's goods.

He said he came to freeload a meal and also to wish everyone a Happy New Year in advance.

Bai Jianwen laughed at his keen sense of smell, saying that he arrived just as they were about to start eating.

Han Mingyu has high emotional intelligence, the Han family has a good family tradition, and there are two elderly people in the family. This is because Han Mingyu is good at dealing with his elders.

He chatted and laughed with Bai Jianwen, making her praise him repeatedly.

Fu Siyan watched from the side, a hint of envy hidden in his eyes.

He is not good at communicating with elders, and he is not good at interpersonal relationships.

When Han Mingyu arrived, a few words from him made the elders present laugh heartily.

For the first time, Fu Siyan felt that emotional intelligence was a very important thing!

He closed his eyes and silently retreated to a relatively quiet spot to sit with his two children.

Shen Qingshu was pulled by Bai Jianwen to sit next to Han Mingyu.

Fu Siyan saw through Bai Jianwen's intentions.

He lowered his eyes, concealing the loneliness within them.

...

At a marble dining table that can seat twenty people, everyone sits around the table.

The automatic turntable rotated slowly.

Everyone chatted and laughed, the men raised their glasses and drank heartily, while the women substituted fruit juice for alcohol.

Raise your glasses and congratulate Shen Qingshu on her discharge from the hospital.

May you live in peace and safety year after year.

...

As midnight approached, the lively dinner party came to an end. Han Mingyu got up to say goodbye, and before leaving, Bai Jianwen kept reminding him to come and visit more often when he had time.

Han Mingyu was naturally happy to agree.

Shen Qingshu had not fully recovered when Bai Jianwen urged her to go back to her room to rest at ten o'clock.

After everyone left, Bai Jianwen and his wife, as well as Jin Huaimin and his wife, went back to their respective rooms to rest.

Sister Yun and Zhang Yun were tidying up.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Shen Qingshu had just taken a shower. When she came out of the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Siyan was standing outside the door.

"A New Year's gift." Fu Siyan handed her a gift bag.

Shen Qingshu looked at him, both amused and exasperated, "Are you also trying to wish President Han an early Happy New Year?"

"I passed by the mall today, went in and browsed around, and thought this would suit you, so I bought it."

Shen Qingshu reached out and took it. "Should I give you a gift in return?"

Fu Siyan no longer dared to hope that Shen Qingshu would give him anything.

"No need, I don't need anything..."

"It's a give-and-take situation," Shen Qingshu said. "Is there anything you want?"

Fu Siyan was taken aback. "Are you serious?"

Shen Qingshu nodded, "I've accepted both your and President Han's gifts, so there's no reason for me not to reciprocate by giving him one as well."

So that's how it is.

Fu Siyan smiled faintly, "You can buy whatever you want, I'm fine with anything."

"Okay." Shen Qingshu paused, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"That's all." Fu Siyan looked at her. "You should get some rest. I'm leaving."

Shen Qingshu has now recovered and been discharged from the hospital, and no longer needs his constant care and protection.

He had no reason to stay any longer.

He turned around, about to leave.

“Fu Siyan,” Shen Qingshu called out to him.

Fu Siyan paused, turned around and looked at her.

"It's late, and it's still snowing outside. Why don't you stay here?"

Fu Siyan's eyes widened slightly. "You mean, you want me to stay?"

“The children’s room next door, where Nian’an lives, has been empty. You can stay there temporarily, which will make it easier to take care of both children.”

Fu Siyan was utterly flattered.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Shen Qingshu added, "Of course, this is just my suggestion. If you..."

“I’ll stay here,” Fu Siyan said urgently. “You’re right, I’ll stay next door so that if my daughter cries in the middle of the night, I can go and comfort her immediately.”

"Then thank you for your trouble." Shen Qingshu paused for a second, then said, "I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."

"good evening."

After saying goodnight to each other, Fu Siyan watched the door close before turning and walking towards the children's room.

In the long corridor late at night, the man walked with light steps.

My heart was pounding, and my blood was boiling.

...

Inside the room, Shen Qingshu pressed herself against the door and gently covered her face with her hand.

My cheeks feel a little hot, but it's not because I'm sick.

She felt somewhat frustrated and sighed softly.

The words Qiao Xingjia had once said echoed in her mind.

She looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Even she herself couldn't explain her feelings.

But having experienced life and death, I feel that compared to health and safety, matters of the heart are not so important.

As for the future, let nature take its course.