massage?

Fu Yinzhou's expression suddenly turned cold.

He turned his wheelchair around, his eyes filled with malice, and curled his lips into a smirk. "Are you laughing at me?"

He had long since lost feeling in his legs.

Forget about a massage, even if you stab it with a knife, it won't have any effect.

She should be well aware of this as well.

Yet, he still dared to make this request.

What else could it be but laughing at him?

"Young Master, you've misunderstood." Shen Zhiyi waved his hands repeatedly. "That's not what I meant."

"That's not what I meant. Then what did I mean?" Fu Yinzhou sneered. "Pity me?"

"Do you think I'm a cripple and need your pity?"

“No, that’s not it.” Shen Zhiyi shook her head gently. “I’m just worried that my muscles will stiffen if I don’t move them for a long time, and I’ll get cramps at night.”

"I'll worry if you can't sleep."

This kind of cramp is different from the cramps experienced by ordinary people.

It's more like a muscle spasm.

Although patients do not feel pain, they become more agitated because their limbs are out of control.

Especially...

People like him who have suffered for a long time.

Even the slightest discomfort can trigger extreme emotions.

Irritability and anger are commonplace for me.

Her gaze fell on his face, and she said softly, "Last night, were you unable to sleep because of muscle spasms, which is why you got up in the middle of the night and smashed things?"

Fu Yinzhou's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You're spying on me?"

She's already forbidden from going up to the second floor, yet she still dares to hide and eavesdrop?

A surge of malevolence instantly welled up.

He stared intently at her.

"Tell me, what exactly does the Fu family want with you?"

"What does this have to do with the Fu family?" Shen Zhiyi opened her watery eyes innocently. "I'm a nanny. Watching your movements at night is part of my job."

"and……"

She crouched down, bringing her eyes level with his.

“My grandfather also fell and was injured before. He was unable to move and had no feeling for a while.”

"He told me that he could bear the pain, but the crawling sensation, like being electrocuted, that caused nerve compression and damage was the most torturous."

"It's more uncomfortable than an itch."

"It's a kind of pain that you can't scratch or endure."

"So, I understand how you feel."

Her eyes were gentle. "I massaged him for six months. You can try it. Your muscles will really relax and feel much better."

"At least, I won't feel so uncomfortable at night that I can't sleep anymore."

Fu Yinzhou's Adam's apple bobbed.

As if unable to face the concern in her eyes, he reversed his wheelchair and stiffly turned his head away.

His tone remained cold and indifferent.

"Stop trying to get close to me by bringing up your family matters."

“You’re just a babysitter, so figure out your boundaries.”

"Some things are none of your business."

"Alright then." Shen Zhiyi shrugged, stood up, and took out a bottle of essential oil from her large pocket, placing it on the table.

"However, if you feel unwell at night, you can apply some yourself."

"It helps with sleep."

She smiled again, "Of course, you can call me anytime if you need me."

"I won't touch the places you don't allow me to touch."

"That's the rule."

She left with the plate.

The door clicked shut.

Fu Yinzhou turned his head and looked at the bottle of essential oil standing quietly on the table.

A rich, earthy, woody scent wafts over slowly.

It was the vetiver scent that he was familiar with and loved.

A calming scent.

Won't you touch places he doesn't allow you to touch?

Fu Yinzhou pursed his lips, his expression darkening.

...

Midday.

After Shen Zhiyi finished making the second dessert and brought it upstairs, she saw the housekeeper beckoning her over as she came downstairs.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

The butler smiled and said, "Zhiyi, the young master said he wants to have a custom-made work uniform made for you."

"The tailor will be here soon, hurry back inside and wait."

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

Individual work uniforms?

She turned her head and looked towards the second floor.

Her eyes curved into a smile.

"good."

She had just taken a step when a bodyguard strode in, his face grave, and said to the butler, "Something terrible has happened! The Fu family has arrived!"

"Who?!" The butler visibly panicked.

"It's Old Master Fu!"

As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, a sprightly old man with silver hair walked in, escorted by several men in black.

His hair was neatly combed, his brow bones were high, his eyes were deep-set, and his gaze, while not exactly stern, carried a penetrating scrutiny.

He was Fu Yinzhou's grandfather, Fu Sheng.

"Master." The butler and a room full of servants bowed respectfully.

Fu Sheng went straight upstairs.

He didn't even glance at them.

Soon, Shen Zhiyi heard several angry arguments coming from upstairs.

Then came the sound of ceramic shattering.

The sound of a cane striking something hard.

There was also the sound of the door being slammed open.

"The heir of the Fu family must not be a cripple!" Fu Sheng said this and stormed downstairs.

He swept his gaze across the crowd.

Everyone was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He immediately lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

Only Shen Zhiyi calmly met his gaze.

Fu Sheng's gaze sharpened slightly, filled with inquiry.

"You're Shen Zhiyi?"

Seeing her nod, Fu Sheng put his hands behind his back and said with a stern expression, "Come with me."

He gestured for her to go to the door to talk.

Ten minutes later.

Shen Zhiyi watched Fu Sheng leave.

Then he turned around and went back into the house, hurrying upstairs.

The servants and the housekeeper were blocking the doorway, and no one dared to go in.

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