Chapter 223 I'm a little dizzy, can you take me home?
Sheng Weiwei paused for a moment, then tugged at the corner of her mouth, her expression indifferent.
"Who you marry or not has nothing to do with me."
"It's fine as it is now. You have your sunny path, and I have my narrow bridge."
She paused, looked up at him, her eyes devoid of any warmth.
"Also, the bet we made before is still valid."
"Let's wait until the child is born and see what fate has in store."
She took a step forward, getting closer to him, and spoke clearly, word by word.
Even if you win the bet, even if we do end up together in the future, it has nothing to do with marriage.
She really is a scumbag, blatantly so.
Bai Yu felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, his chest aching with a dull pain. He lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a single word.
"good."
His gaze fell on her half-moon-sized lower abdomen, his eyes softened, and his voice became gentle.
"Can I... touch the child?"
Sheng Weiwei glanced around subconsciously, and only after confirming that no one else was around did she nod almost imperceptibly.
He received permission and immediately knelt down on one knee, his movements as devout as a believer.
He carefully pressed his ear against her belly, and through the thin cashmere sweater, he could feel the slight movement inside.
He smiled slightly, and his usually deep eyes were now filled with tenderness.
Sheng Weiwei looked down at him.
Looking at his handsome profile, and at the way he knelt before her.
Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
If Zhan Xiao were still alive...
...
Mu's stock was soaring, hitting the daily limit up immediately after the market opened, and the upward trend was unstoppable.
Anyone who gets even the slightest connection with N God is destined for meteoric rise; this is the latest ironclad rule in the capital world.
But Mu Yanchen's heart felt like it was being roasted over a fire.
N hasn't replied to his messages for several days now.
Yesterday, Fu Beichen made such a big fuss, kneeling down to beg for her forgiveness. There must be a huge problem between them.
This is his chance.
As soon as Mu Yanchen got off the plane, his car sped along the wide coastal avenue in Haicheng, heading towards the Sheng family's residence.
He desperately wants to see her now.
In the hospital, the smell of disinfectant was clean and refreshing.
Fu Beichen opened his eyes; the IV needle was still stuck in the back of his hand, and clear liquid was dripping down.
He did have a high fever.
I stood in the pouring rain for two hours, holding her stiffly for two hours.
It was worth it.
When her hand finally tentatively and gently wrapped around his waist, he knew that she would still feel sorry for him.
He felt sorry for her hands getting wet in the rain, so he had to pull her hands away and instead wrapped her up even tighter in his arms, protecting her completely until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
Lin Qi knocked on the door and came in, carrying a lunchbox.
"Mr. Fu, are you feeling better?"
He laid out the breakfast items one by one on the bedside table, his face filled with self-reproach.
"It's all my fault. Old Zhang happened to be out of town, so he came back late, causing you..."
Fu Beichen raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and said nothing.
Lin Qi immediately shut up and turned to report on important matters.
"Mu Yanchen has arrived in Haicheng. I estimate that he will go to see his wife as soon as possible."
Lynch's worries were almost overflowing.
"At this critical juncture, we absolutely cannot let Mu Yanchen find out that N is fake."
Fu Beichen's face showed no sign of panic.
"Then let's bleed him a little first."
"Tell him to go back."
Lin Qi was stunned, not immediately understanding what President Fu meant.
Fu Beichen said again.
"Closing the net ahead of schedule."
"The authorities have already taken action and will soon ship the produced reagents to all parts of the world."
I believe the official news will be released soon; this is the thunder of the Mu family.
They hoarded so much medicine, made so much money by inflating prices, it's time for them to give it back.
Lin Qi's eyes lit up, and he nodded emphatically.
Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open again, and Fu Shihong walked in with a sullen face, leaning on his cane.
"Master." Lin Qi bowed respectfully, picked up the kettle on the table, and tactfully withdrew.
Only the grandmother and grandson remained in the ward.
"Grandpa." Fu Beichen's voice weakened, hoarse from illness.
Fu Shihong walked to the bedside and looked him up and down with sharp eyes.
How are you feeling?
"It's nothing serious, the fever has gone down." Fu Beichen propped himself up on the bed, trying to sit up straighter.
Fu Shihong ignored his little tricks and spoke directly.
“I went to the capital this time, and I personally went to apologize to the Bai family and Mr. Zhuang on your behalf.”
"It wasn't entirely fruitless."
Fu Beichen paused for a moment.
"They relented."
"We can let you into the Bai family, but whether Niannian forgives you or not is not up to them."
Fu Shihong tapped his cane lightly on the ground.
"You should go over on New Year's Eve."
"It's the Lunar New Year, so even if they're angry, they probably won't make things too difficult for you."
Fu Shihong looked at him with a disappointed expression.
“Okay, Grandpa,” Fu Beichen replied, bowing his head.
"besides."
Fu Shihong's voice deepened.
"We must not let the Mu family take advantage of this opportunity."
“My granddaughter-in-law, if you can’t win her back… then don’t come back.”
"Yes, Grandpa." Fu Beichen raised his head, his eyes filled with determination, and nodded earnestly.
...
The car was driving smoothly on the highway in Haicheng. Mu Yanchen was about to close his eyes to rest when his phone screen suddenly lit up.
A message came from a rabbit avatar.
She finally appeared.
N: Sorry, I just got back to Haicheng not long ago.
Mu Yanchen's heart skipped a beat, and his fingertips went numb. He quickly opened the chat box.
You finally replied! I was worried about you.
Only after sending the message did he realize that his tone was too eager.
He stared at the screen, waiting for the other party's reply.
He couldn't help but post another message:
I am very sorry for Mr. Yang's passing; the public relations department happened to release a press release on that day.
Upon seeing this message, he felt much relieved.
N: Hmm.
One word.
A simple "hmm" conveyed no blame or questioning.
Mu Yanchen's tense nerves relaxed, and he immediately pressed for answers.
I've arrived in Haicheng. Can I see you?
The dialog box displayed "The other party is typing...", but then paused for a long time.
Every second felt like torture to his heart.
Finally, a new message popped up.
N: Okay, I'm outside now. I'll send you an address.
A burning light flashed in Mu Yanchen's eyes, and he almost shouted it out.
"Turn around! We're not going to the Sheng family!"
The driver was startled and quickly turned at the next intersection according to the new address he gave.
The scenery outside the car window rushed past.
He would soon see her, the woman who haunted his dreams.
He was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
Mu Yanchen arrived at the address sent by N and went to an open-air cafe by the river, where he waited for a full half hour.
The river breeze made him feel a bit chilly, and the coffee he ordered had long since gone cold.
Where are they?
He frowned, took out his phone, and was about to urge them when a pop-up news notification took over the entire screen.
The title, every word of it, struck his pupils like a heavy hammer.
#N God generously saves the world, new antidote launched, free for global distribution#
This message, released by official media, went viral across the global internet within minutes.
The color drained from Mu Yanchen's face in an instant.
An antidote for the virus in Country A has been successfully developed.
free.
Support the world.
This means that the batch of special medicines that Mu's Hospital had stockpiled at high prices and had not yet sold has become a pile of unwanted garbage overnight.
They're all ruined.
His mind was buzzing, and just as he was racking his brains for a solution, his cell phone rang sharply.
As soon as the call connected, a hoarse, tearful scream came from the other end.
"Mr. Mu, something terrible has happened!"
"Country A has announced the distribution of free test kits, so all the medicine we stockpiled is gone! It's worthless now!"
"And there's more! The families of patients who bought our medicine before, as if they had planned it all, all rushed to the hospital to cause trouble, demanding a full refund!"
"The hospital lobby is packed with people, they're practically smashing the hospital up! We've lost control, it's complete chaos!"
Mu Yanchen's hand gripped the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
His brows were furrowed tightly, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.
At this moment, a message from N pops up at the top of the screen.
N: Sorry, there was a small mishap here, I might be a little late.
Mu Yanchen stared at the line of words, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He took a deep breath and used all his strength to stop his fingers from trembling.
He replied with a message.
I'm sorry, there's an urgent matter at the company, and I might need to return to Beijing immediately.
N: Well then, see you next time.
He stared at the screen, his finger hovering over the screen for a long time, before finally asking the question that had made his heart stop.
Did you develop the virus reagent?
N: Yes, it's a success. It's now in production and being distributed free of charge to countries around the world that need it.
The moment he confirmed it, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away.
Mu's family is finished.
This will be a catastrophe.
He could no longer think about meeting her and suddenly stood up.
"Back to the capital!"
"immediately!"
Mu Yanchen's departure was within Fu Beichen's expectations; in fact, every move he made was within his own chessboard.
afternoon.
Fu Beichen is preparing to be discharged from the hospital.
Before leaving, my body temperature spiked again, repeatedly.
He had to lie back in his hospital bed, take medicine, and receive intravenous fluids. A needle was stuck in the back of his hand, and the cold liquid dripped slowly into his body through the IV tube.
It wasn't until evening that my phone buzzed once.
He picked up the phone and opened it.
It's a video.
The scene shows a brightly lit, luxurious private room at Jinse Restaurant.
Madam Sheng was all smiles, with Gu Xingnian and Qingning sitting beside her.
Opposite them sat a graceful and elegant lady, with a young man sitting beside her.
The man wore a well-tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses; he was refined and had a scholarly air.
It's clearly a carefully planned scheme.
As the camera swayed, the man known as the Second Young Master Lin never took his eyes off Gu Xingnian.
That look in his eyes revealed undisguised surprise and unabashed liking.
Hold!
Fu Beichen cursed under his breath.
He sat up abruptly, and without even looking, pulled the needle out of the back of his hand.
The movements were both rapid and ruthless.
Blood gushed out from the needle hole instantly, staining a small patch of the back of his hand red.
"Oh!" The nurse just pushed the door open and saw this scene, and exclaimed in fright.
"You're bleeding! Press down on it!"
She rushed over in a flurry, tore open a band-aid, and pressed it forcefully onto the needle hole.
"Your fever hasn't gone down yet, how can you remove the needle?"
The nurse was extremely anxious when she saw his face, which was flushed red with fever.
Fu Beichen's eyes were so cold they were practically ice crystals.
"I'm fine now."
"My assistant will come to process your discharge in a little while."
After saying that, he went straight into the restroom, quickly changed his clothes, and strode out.
He made a phone call as he walked.
"Shen Yuan."
"Madam Sheng is arranging a blind date for Qingning in Jinse Room 301."
His voice was deep and hoarse.
"If you don't care, you can pretend you don't know."
On the other end of the phone, in a VIP room at the Vanstar Hotel, Huo Shenyuan was holding a wine glass, engaging in conversation with a client.
Upon hearing this, he slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.
"Excuse me, my house is on fire. Please excuse me."
He stood up, uttered those words, and didn't even glance at the bewildered guests at the table.
"Xiao Cai, make sure the guests are well taken care of."
"Yes, Mr. Huo." Assistant Xiao Cai stood up abruptly and replied respectfully.
Lin Xia, the beautiful woman with big waves from yesterday, was also at this dinner party. She watched Huo Shenyuan's hurried departure, lost in thought, her eyes deepening.
Huo Shenyuan sped all the way to Jinse.
He didn't go in; instead, he stood under a tree not far away, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.
The scarlet flames flickered in the night.
He took out his phone and sent a text message.
[Qingning, there's a fish with long legs in the pond outside. Would you like to see it?]
Inside the private room, Qingning's phone lit up.
She looked down and her eyes widened instantly.
A fish with legs?
She immediately put down her chopsticks, gestured to Madam Sheng, said she was going to the restroom, and ran out.
Huo Shenyuan saw the small figure, stubbed out his cigarette, and a smile appeared on his lips.
He reached out his hand to her.
Qingning ran up to him, her little face beaming with excitement, and began gesturing wildly.
Where is the fish with legs?
"I had someone retrieve it."
Huo Shenyuan's voice was tinged with laughter as he grabbed her soft hand and led her outside without giving her a chance to explain.
"I'll take you to see it."
Inside the private room, Gu Xingnian was a little worried because Qing Ning hadn't returned for so long.
She greeted Madam Sheng and then got up and left.
The corridor was empty.
She had just turned a corner.
Suddenly, a tremendous force struck from the side, violently pulling her over.
"ah!"
She was startled, her whole body spun around, and she fell heavily into a hot embrace.
A clean yet sharp masculine scent instantly filled the tip of his nose.
Gu Xingnian looked up, still shaken.
The man's handsome, deep-set face was inches away, his dark eyes filled with frighteningly red blood vessels as he stared straight at her.
It's Fu Beichen.
"What are you doing here?" Gu Xingnian was a little surprised. Shouldn't he be at the hospital?
"I wanted to see you, so I came."
Fu Beichen's voice was terribly hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
The temperature emanating from his body was frighteningly high.
Gu Xingnian immediately reached out and touched his forehead.
The temperature was so hot it terrified her.
The fever hasn't gone down yet?
Has it been burning since last night? Has the person been burned to the point of insanity?
"I'll take you back to the hospital." She frowned, trying to push him away.
Fu Beichen hugged her even tighter, his tall body trembling slightly, burying his head deep in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.
I feel a little dizzy.
His muffled voice came through, carrying a hint of grievance and dependence.
"I don't want to stay in the hospital... take me home."
"Return to Imperial View No. 1".
Gu Xingnian's heart clenched. Their first time... happened at Imperial View No. 1!
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