He gripped that piece of paper as if he had used all his strength.

Ye Si didn't say anything, but could only reassure him with his eyes before turning and returning to the operating room.

From the pitch-black night to the first light of dawn, the red "In Progress" light in the operating room finally went out.

Three exhausted doctors walked out. The one in the lead took off his mask and was thinking about how to start the conversation when he met Fu Siming's dark eyes.

He regained some spirits. "Mr. Fu, the surgery was relatively successful. Madam needs to be kept in the intensive care unit for observation for another two days, but..."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking, but still met the man's cold gaze and began to speak.

"Young Master, the situation isn't good. Although it was full-term, the premature birth, coupled with the significant stress Madam experienced, has caused some of her indicators to deviate from the norm... We need to conduct further examinations..."

The two pieces of news, which were neither bad nor particularly good, caused his sharp eyebrows to furrow.

Fortunately, no one reported that the mother and child were in any danger, which was a stroke of good luck amidst the misfortune.

"Um."

Just one word brought a huge sigh of relief to the leading doctor.

Looking at his gloomy face, I decided to report the abnormality I had just discovered on the operating table as well.

But Fu Siming instructed the people beside him: "Send people over to keep an eye on the ward. If anything goes wrong again, you know the consequences."

The bodyguard bowed slightly and respectfully saw him off.

Soon, more than 20 bodyguards arrived on this floor of the hospital. They were all strong and muscular men, exuding an aura of high training.

The entire floor of the ward was completely sealed off.

A few people peeked out to watch the commotion, but the scene looked frightening, so the family members quickly pulled them back inside.

The people living on this floor all had some status, and soon some of them knew the inside story and wanted to spread some information to satisfy their "desire to share".

But they were soon warned and asked to move out of the floor.

Fu Siming went straight to Baiye after leaving the hospital.

I had informed Yuan Zhao before leaving him here.

White Night, White Night, the white is magnificent and dazzling, while those things that cannot be seen in the light are naturally hidden underground.

The underground level is three stories deep and dark.

The cold, dusty smell clung to his skin, causing Pei Jing, who was following behind, to shiver slightly.

Master Fu hasn't been to a place like this in a long time.

The Fu family has a bottom line: they can't touch the dark side. So even if there's such filth and corruption in the business world, President Fu never gets involved.

This was also his first time coming to a place like this, and he had no idea what would happen next, so he was quite nervous.

With a loud bang.

The dark and cramped space suddenly became bright, and a woman with a black cloth bag over her head was lying on the ground.

To be precise, it was a woman wearing mourning clothes...

He soon discovered that the body belonged to Fu Yao.

The two people who were originally standing beside her to take care of her moved over a soft leather sofa chair.

Fu Siming sat down, crossed his legs, and stared at Fu Yao on the ground with his dark eyes.

He parted his thin lips slightly, "Wake her up."

Upon receiving the order, there was no hesitation.

A bucket of cold water was poured over Fu Yao's head.

Fu Yao sat up abruptly, but because her hands were tied behind her back, her movements appeared somewhat flustered and comical as she struggled.

Because the black cloth above my head hadn't been lifted yet, water seeped onto my face and clung to it, creating a feeling of impending suffocation.

The hood was removed.

Fu Yao finally looked up and saw the man sitting in front of her.

The initial fear quickly transformed into a pleasant sensation.

"Ah Ming?" she slowly uttered the once intimate nickname.

It was a call that was made with the utmost tenderness, yet it only made him more irritated.

He didn't speak, but when he saw the woman in front of him, his long, slender eyebrows showed signs of impatience.

The two locked eyes for a while.

Fu Yao finally realized that since he was able to find her, Song Xingyao had probably already been rescued.

Judging from his expression, the situation is probably not very good.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's wrong, Ah Ming? If you're trying to catch up with me, this isn't very polite."

"Why?" His voice was low and hoarse from working all night.

"Hehe...hehehehe...hahahaha..."

The woman burst into loud laughter, which echoed in the eerie basement.

"You're asking me? Fu Siming? You're asking me? She's like this because of you all? Hahaha..."

With just one sentence, he shifted the blame for his own actions onto others, completely absolving himself of any responsibility.

Fu Siming wanted to wait for her to continue.

How could the ruthless and vicious woman in front of me be the same girl from the wooden house I used to live with?

He couldn't understand what had caused such a drastic change in her.

Fu Yao had already turned over and sat up. Even though she was already a prisoner, she still maintained a composed demeanor.

"I was the one who got to you first, so why did you all crowd around her as soon as she appeared?"

She murmured a few words to herself before looking up at Fu Siming and asking, "She's not dead, is she? What about the child? What about your child?"

Hearing her bring up the child out of nowhere reminded me of what the doctor had just said about the child's poor condition.

He stepped forward and forcefully grabbed her chin with his large hand.

"What exactly did you do?"

Fu Yao avoided eye contact, her jawbone was being squeezed so hard it felt like it was about to break, but she seemed oblivious to the pain.

His lips moved slightly, revealing a truth that was hard to accept.

"If she lives, the child must die!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Siming's gloomy eyes flashed with even more anger.

She slapped him across the face.

He exerted all his strength, and Fu Yao was thrown to the ground. The red marks on her face and the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth were proof of the force he used.

Pei Jing, who was standing to the side, was startled by the commotion.

This was the first time a CEO had ever hit a woman, and so brutally at that.

And this woman is the CEO's ex-girlfriend...

She spat the blood out of her mouth onto the ground.

Then, speaking slowly and deliberately, "What good thing in this world can just happen to her? Fu Siming, aren't you her savior? Then save her one more time. She's been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying that, she lay down on the ground, laughing so hard she rolled around, her laughter gradually fading away.

Seeing her like this, Fu Siming grabbed her collar, intending to make her speak.

Pei Jing, standing behind him, interrupted, "Master Fu! The hospital says the young master's condition has worsened, and he's been rushed to the emergency room!"

Both of them heard this, and Fu Siming let go of her and let her continue to lie on the ground.

"Keep an eye on her!" Then the figure disappeared into the darkness.

Fu Yao stopped laughing and watched his figure gradually disappear into the distance. She murmured softly, "Ah Ming, don't worry, we'll see each other again soon."