Chapter 140 You've struck gold!
“I just asked Amin, and he said you are feeling much better. If you stay for a few more days, you can go home to rest.”
Fu Chenzhou looked at Jiang Shiyuan's gentle and kind eyes, paused, and added, "But remember to rest quietly and don't wander around like a chicken in the countryside."
"..." Jiang Shiyuan was speechless.
He's such a handsome man, why does he have to speak?
"Mr. Fu is so busy with official duties, how can you still have the leisure to take a walk in the fields?" Jiang Shiyuan smiled slightly, showing that he had the energy to argue with him, which meant that he had indeed recovered quite well.
Fu Chenzhou raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when his son Banban spoke first:
“My dad often goes to the countryside to buy old hens himself, and he even jumps into the chicken coop to catch them!”
Jiang Shiyuan stared in surprise at Fu Chenzhou's somewhat flustered handsome face, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Fu Chenzhou catching a chicken? The image has appeared, but it's a bit abstract.
The man's voice turned serious, "Banban—"
"The old hen soup that Aunt Jiang drank the day before yesterday was made by Daddy himself!" Fu Yansi continued to chatter. He had finally met Aunt Jiang, so he had to give his dad a big thumbs up.
Jiang Shiyuan: "?!"
Fu Chenzhou narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his breath slightly heavy, "Banban, if you talk nonsense again, I'll beat your butt in half when we get back."
"Dad, even if you don't hit me, my butt is still split in two."
Fu Yansi blinked her bright eyes, "Besides, I didn't lie. The old hen soup was made by you, Dad. I drank it too, and it was great!"
You often tell me that only children who lie get spanked, so why should I get spanked for telling the truth?
Children speak without restraint, and every word they utter is the truth.
Who is Fu Chenzhou? His face is calm and his heart is still, but his son has made it hard for him to keep a straight face.
Jiang Shiyuan gazed at the man's handsome face, which was somewhat frozen, and gently pursed her lips, her thoughts a jumble of emotions.
It turned out that all the meals Fu Chenzhou had brought her these past few days were actually made by him.
But they lied to her, saying it came from "The Moon Shines Over the West Tower," making her think she was so sick that her sense of taste had gone awry...
But why doesn't he tell the truth?
Is there anything shameful about a man cooking for a woman? Even domineering CEOs are quite thin-skinned.
But, to be honest, she was still very touched.
After all, during their five-year marriage, she had always played the role of cook and nanny in the Xie family; her status as the "young mistress" was merely a facade.
She used to work tirelessly day and night for Xie Jinghuai and his son. Madam Xie also set rules for her: as soon as she finished her postpartum confinement, she would get out of bed and go straight to the kitchen.
Often, after preparing dinner for the whole family, her hair would be soaked with the smell of cooking oil, and she would be exhausted. Looking at the exquisite dishes, she would have no appetite at all. At one point, she even suffered from depression, accompanied by mild anorexia.
This made Madam Xie, who already had many grievances against her, even more displeased with her, and she racked her brains to make sarcastic remarks:
"You're as skinny as a skeleton, as if the Xie family has suffered a loss because of you!"
Xie Jinghuai didn't even pour her a glass of water when she had a fever, let alone ask him to go to the kitchen.
He was the head of the Xie family, a favored son of heaven. How could he possibly stoop to something as degrading as cooking?
"Alright, alright, I did it all. I bombed Pearl Harbor, I killed Empress Dowager Cixi, and I burned down the Old Summer Palace. Is that enough?" Fu Chenzhou finally lost his temper and had no choice but to lay his cards on the table.
Jiang Shiyuan frowned and then smiled.
Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?
Fu Chenzhou raised his large hand and placed it on the back of his son's neck, gritting his teeth and squeezing it:
"Isn't it because you're such a glutton? I'm going to cook you different things every day anyway, and I'll also make some for your Aunt Jiang while I'm at it. What's so strange about that?"
"Hmm...no one said it was strange. Does Dad think it's strange?"
Fu Yansi squinted his eyes, "Dad, it feels so good, squeeze harder."
Fu Chenzhou's face darkened.
He felt that the more he explained his cooking for Jiang Shiyuan, the worse it got.
He now wants to grab the kid by the neck, like a puppy, and throw him into Siberia to ride a mammoth.
"Aunt Jiang, don't stay in the hospital tonight. Come home and let Dad cook for you!" Fu Yansi's eyes were full of anticipation as he gently massaged Jiang Shiyuan's slender arms with his small hands, giving his beloved Aunt Jiang a massage.
A child's hands are soft and warm.
The small amount of force stirred Jiang Shiyuan's heart.
"It was too sudden, I wasn't prepared at all," Fu Chenzhou said calmly.
"Didn't you ask Uncle Xing to..."
The man coughed heavily, forced a smile, and finally made Fu Yansi shut up.
Let our actions prove that laughter is a form of politeness, but also a warning.
"Wouldn't it be too much trouble for me to go?" Jiang Shiyuan asked, feeling embarrassed.
"No, no! Aunt Jiang, come on, I'll push Aunt Jiang's wheelchair!" Fu Yansi massaged her even more vigorously.
"bring it on."
Fu Chenzhou glanced at her indifferently, his eyes as bright as black gems at the bottom of a pool, "Banban has no friends, and our family has never invited guests before. You are the first."
I've always doted on my son, so since you've already asked, Miss Jiang, please don't refuse."
Banban doesn't seem like a spoiled child at all; he was well-educated by Fu Chenzhou.
Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but think of Tongtong.
She had been determined to teach her child well, and she put in a lot of effort. However, her father's long-absent presence, her grandmother's doting, and Lin Zhixin's arrogance gradually eroded her hard work, causing all her efforts to be in vain.
In the end, all she received was the hatred and abandonment of her own son.
This is her first time being a mother, and it will likely be her last.
“Okay, then... I’ll have to trouble you, Mr. Fu.” Jiang Shiyuan replied softly.
...
Madam Xie suffered a heart attack in front of Xie Jinghuai and was rushed to the hospital where she was treated overnight before she was out of danger.
Xie Jinghuai sat alone outside the ICU all night, with Han Xu by his side. Han Xu suddenly fell asleep, then woke up with a start, only to find the man still sitting there like a mountain, motionless.
Only the bloodshot eyes and the dark stubble on his chin betrayed his physical and mental exhaustion.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie."
Han Xu hurriedly wiped his drool with his sleeve. "The old lady has passed the critical period, so you don't need to worry too much. I'll continue to stay here and watch over her. You should go back and get some rest."
"Grandma is seriously ill, you want me to go back and rest?"
Xie Jinghuai closed his bloodshot phoenix eyes. "I am being filial, not bursting into laughter."
Han Xu: "..."
At this moment, the attending physician walked over, quite surprised:
"Mr. Xie, did you... not sleep all night?"
The man's voice was hoarse. "Mmm."
"Oh, what a filial son!"
The doctor couldn't help but sigh, "In all my years of medical practice, I've seen patients fight over inheritance in their wards, and I've seen people scheming in the corridors about how not to fulfill their filial duties... People like you who are genuinely kind to the elderly are truly rare."
Xie Jinghuai curled up his large hands, which were resting on his knees.
He was proud, open-minded, and of good character, but hearing the doctor praise him like this made him feel more guilty than ever before.
"Dr. Zhang, my grandmother..."
"The test results just came out, and the situation is not optimistic."
Dr. Zhang sighed helplessly, "The old man is getting on in years and his health is not good. At this age, he should be well taken care of and should not be upset, angry, or have any intense emotional fluctuations."
"I'll say something that might be hard to hear, Mr. Xie, please don't be offended. The old lady has a serious heart condition, and for the past two years, it's been your wife who's been accompanying her, taking care of everything."
"My wife..." Xie Jinghuai's throat tightened.
"Your wife is truly a wonderful woman. Her filial piety is not just talk; she puts it into practice. Moreover, although she is a wealthy socialite, she doesn't have any of the bad habits of rich people. She is down-to-earth, honest, and humble."
Dr. Zhang kept talking, as if praising his own daughter, "I still remember that the winter before last, when you were away on a business trip, the old lady had a heart attack and came to our hospital for treatment."
When they arrived, the elevator was under maintenance and the wheelchair couldn't go up. Without saying a word, your wife carried the old lady on her back and climbed three flights of stairs in one go. By the time they arrived, her legs were weak, but she still insisted on taking care of the old lady.
Mr. Xie, you've really struck gold by marrying this young lady! You must cherish her dearly!
Xie Jinghuai's pupils contracted sharply, and he seemed to be nailed to the chair, his eyes vacant, a stifling and aching emotion churning repeatedly in his chest.
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