Someone poked his leg with their finger and joked with a laugh, "Hey, look at his leg, it seems like he really can't feel anything."

He then held the headset up to Xiao Lin's mouth again: "May I ask, Mr. Xiao, how did you end up with President Fu?"

Xiao Lin lowered his head, his nose stung, and his eyes instantly turned red.

The only fig leaf covering his body was ruthlessly ripped off, exposing him naked to the public, which was undoubtedly like rubbing his bloody scars with a knife.

Someone poked his chin with a microphone, and Xiao Lin suddenly looked up and shouted, "I said I don't know, I don't know..."

The sound grew softer and softer, and hot tears instantly streamed down his face.

As Xiao Xin squeezed through the crowd to reach Xiao Lin's bedside, he saw his father crying his eyes out.

He had never seen Xiao Lin cry like this before, and his heart ached inexplicably. He called out, "Dad..."

Xiao Lin raised his hand to wipe his eyes, his throat tightening: "Xiao Xin..."

Xiao Xin pushed aside the reporter next to him, pressed Xiao Lin's head and pulled him into her arms, resting her chin on Xiao Lin's head and softly comforting him, "Dad, I'm here, it's alright, it's alright..."

Someone recognized Xiao Xin and exclaimed, "Hey, aren't you Xiao Xin, the one who went viral online? I didn't know you were Mr. Xiao's son. May I ask...?"

"Get out!" Xiao Xin roared angrily, his eyes red.

His voice was so loud that it drowned out everyone around him.

Xiao Xin was about to start cursing when medical staff from the hospital came in and pulled the reporter away.

Xiao Lin was still crying: "Xiao Xin, waaaah, I'm scared..."

Xiao Xin watched as the reporters were pulled away by the doctor, and gently patted Xiao Lin's head to comfort him: "It's okay, Dad, they've been taken away."

Xiao Lin clutched his clothes tightly, sobbing uncontrollably, "They...my leg...taking pictures..."

He looked like he wanted to eat him up.

Xiao Lin's crying made Xiao Xin's heart tremble. He held Xiao Lin's head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad, it's my fault..."

He knew without guessing that Jiang Yuqing was behind it.

"Why do they know about my relationship with President Fu?" Xiao Lin asked, crying.

Xiao Xin: "I'm sorry..."

The caregiver tucked Xiao Lin in and turned to Xiao Xin, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, I was in such a panic that I didn't have time to call you."

Xiao Xin shook his head at him: "It's nothing, you can go out now."

The caregiver nodded, then left with her head down.

Xiao Xin adjusted the pillow behind Xiao Lin and took a tissue from the bedside table to wipe his tears: "I'm sorry, Dad. I will never let this happen again."

Xiao Lin leaned against the headboard and it took her a while to stop crying.

He looked at Xiao Xin with a guilty expression: "I'm sorry, Xiao Xin, I've caused you trouble again."

Xiao Xin looked at Xiao Lin, her eyes filled with heartache.

Just then, my phone rang. It was a text message from an unknown number: "How was it? Did you like the big gift I sent you?"

Jiang Yuqing's wicked smile appeared before Xiao Xin's eyes. Xiao Xin gripped his phone tightly and slammed his fist on the bed.

Seeing that his neck was red with anger, Xiao Lin asked softly, "Xiao Xin, what's wrong?"

Xiao Xin suppressed his anger and smiled at Xiao Lin, shaking his head: "It's okay, Dad. I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I couldn't stop them."

Xiao Lin wiped away her tears and forced a bitter smile: "Xiao Xin, I want to rest now. You go ahead and do your work."

Xiao Xin paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

He helped Xiao Lin lie down on the bed, tucked the blanket in, and then turned and walked towards the door.

Xiao Lin suddenly shouted at his retreating figure, "I won't associate with him anymore, Xiao Xin, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Xin paused, turned back and smiled at his father: "Okay."

Xiao Lin nodded to him, and then Xiao Xin turned and left the ward.

As Xiao Lin watched Xiao Xin's departing figure, he suddenly felt that his son's shoulders had slumped considerably.

His eyes blurred again, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He should have listened to Xiao Xin and refused to associate with Fu Qingting.

Fu Qingting came to see him yesterday after drinking, but who knew he would forcibly kiss him and someone would take pictures of it.

Xiao Lin is now filled with a thousand regrets...

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Xiao Xin returned to the car, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and took a breath.

His mind went blank, and he suddenly didn't know what to do.

But what can he do now?

He was incapable of doing anything anyway.

Xiao Xin took out his phone and, as soon as he opened it, saw a message from Mo Xuan about the news report about his father.

A candid photo reveals a variety of distorted facts.

Looking at these distorted and misleading words, Xiao Xin was so angry that she wanted to smash her phone against the window.

He rested his head on the back of the chair and calmed down for a while.

Suddenly I remembered how he took his anger out on Fu Yan yesterday because of a post.

Thinking about how good Fu Yan had been to him recently, he suddenly softened again.

Perhaps Fu Yan isn't as bad as the news portrays him.

At least Fu Yan isn't a bad person now, so he shouldn't let his own wild imaginations lead him to doubt their relationship.

What he couldn't let go of was Fu Yan's feelings for Jiang Yuqing.

If that scoundrel Jiang Yuqing interferes, he might not be able to explain himself later.

Xiao Xin was still in a daze when Mo Xuan suddenly called him.

Xiao Xin answered slowly, saying weakly, "Hello?"

Seeing his composure, Mo Xuan chuckled, "Why are you always so calm when something big happens?"

Xiao Xin felt exhausted and pinched the bridge of her nose, asking, "What big thing happened again?"

“Something happened to the Fu family,” Mo Xuan replied.

Xiao Xin paused, her hand rubbing her temples. "The Fu family... what happened?"

"Fu's stock plummeted, Fu Qingting was so angry he was hospitalized, and the Fu family is now leaderless and in complete chaos..."

Xiao Xin thought for a moment, and was about to say something when Yu Muqing called.

"Wait a moment." Xiao Xin hung up Mo Xuan's call and switched to Yu Muqing's phone screen.

He pressed the answer button and said, "Hello, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Muqing: "Where is Fu Yan?"

“Probably at school,” Xiao Xin said uncertainly.

"Contact him immediately and bring him back to the villa," Yu Muqing said before hanging up the phone.

Xiao Xin's heart was in his throat, his brows furrowed, and he gripped the steering wheel, making a turn to adjust the car and drive it out of the underground parking garage.

He was driving and calling Fu Yan at the same time, his heart was pounding and he was even having trouble breathing.

Jiang Yuqing's words were still echoing in my ears.

"Fu Yan, you don't care either?"

So, is Jiang Yuqing doing all this to deal with the Fu family?

After making five unanswered calls to Fu Yan, Xiao Xin grew increasingly anxious.

He slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. Just as he was about to call again, a familiar string of numbers appeared on his phone screen.

He could remember these numbers after just one glance; they were Jiang Yuqing's phone number.

Xiao Xin looked at the string of numbers, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on her heart.

He hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button.

As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Yuqing's laughter, sharp and piercing, came through the Bluetooth headset to his ears.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Yuqing asked, "Let me guess, are you thinking about me right now?"