Chapter 311 Departure
When Wen Qingrang arrived, Fu Shenyuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, smoking in a depressed mood.
When Wen Qingrang stepped into the villa, he suddenly remembered the last time he came to the home where they lived together. At that time, Fu Shenyuan and Jiang Ranxing had not yet divorced. He had seen her suffering in this marriage. He never expected that even now, Jiang Ranxing still couldn't get out of this swamp.
The butler stepped forward to remind Fu Shenyuan, "Sir, Mr. Wen has arrived."
Fu Shenyuan's scattered thoughts were lifted: "Yes, call him over."
When Wen Qingrang walked over, he kept looking around for Jiang Ranxing, but he didn't see her.
Instead, Fu Shenyuan stood up, stubbed out his cigarette, and gestured for Wen Qing to come over.
"What did you mean on the phone? What do you mean by saying that her situation is not good?" Wen Qingrang stepped forward and questioned her without any politeness.
Fu Shenyuan remained silent for a moment without speaking.
After a long time, he finally spoke and told Wen Qingrang what had happened.
"Fu Shenyuan!"
Wen Qingrang stepped forward and grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and anger.
Upon seeing this, the butler quickly stepped forward to try and stop the two from escalating the conflict.
"Mr. Wen! Let's talk this out. Please let go of my hand, and we can sit down and discuss this calmly, okay?"
Fu Shenyuan glanced at the butler: "You can go now, leave this to me."
The butler said, "But..."
"It's alright, go down."
The butler left, feeling uneasy.
Fu Shenyuan pulled the hand off his collar.
"Your priority right now isn't to fight me, but to go see her first."
Fu Shenyuan lowered his eyelids and said, "Whether I deserve to die or not is not something to be discussed now. You didn't come here just to fight me, did you?"
Wen Qing loosened her grip and flung Fu Shenyuan away: "Where is she now?"
Fu Shenyuan led Wen Qingrang upstairs, and when they reached Jiang Ranxing's bedroom door, he pointed to the door and said, "This is her room."
Wen Qingrang ignored Fu Shenyuan and knocked on the door, saying in an extremely gentle tone, "Ranxing, it's me, may I come in?"
The person inside the room seemed to react for a moment before replying, "Come in."
Fu Shenyuan watched helplessly as Wen Qingrang entered Jiang Ranxing's bedroom right in front of him.
It was hard to describe the feeling in his heart. It was like personally sending his own person to someone else's side, watching her smile at another man, as if his heart was being torn apart by sharp teeth.
Now, however, he really had no right to say anything more. If he caused Jiang Ranxing's condition to worsen, he would probably condemn himself immensely.
Fu Shenyuan went downstairs and into the kitchen. When the butler saw him open the refrigerator door, he asked, "Sir, what would you like to eat? I can tell the kitchen to make it for you."
“No need,” Fu Shenyuan shook his head, “I can do it myself.”
He just wanted to make something for Jiang Ranxing himself, even if it was just a soup for her to drink, it would mean that he hadn't completely lost his value to her. Sometimes people are like that, when they can't do anything, they want to desperately grasp the last thread of life, so that they can still keep breathing.
The housekeeper didn't want to disturb him, but seeing Fu Shenyuan wandering around the kitchen looking dejected and completely distracted, the housekeeper couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
After Fu Shenyuan placed the last herb and put the lid on, he rested his hand on the marble countertop, his shoulders slightly shrugged and his head drooping. He looked like a defeated lion, helplessly venting his frustration in his own territory.
"Madam, are you heading out now? But what about your husband—"
Fu Shenyuan looked up after hearing the noise and saw Jiang Ranxing coming down the stairs, with Wen Qingrang next to her carrying a handbag.
Fu Shenyuan immediately felt uneasy, walked out of the kitchen, and hurried to the stairs.
Jiang Ranxing looked up at him and said, seemingly without any emotion, "Get out of the way."
Jiang Ranxing hadn't spoken to him for a long time, but the words she spoke made him feel as if a wound was about to split open in his heart, one that would never heal.
"Ranxing, where are you going?" Fu Shenyuan tried his best to control his tone and not let Jiang Ranxing feel displeased.
Jiang Ranxing simply tilted her head slightly, as if she didn't want to see him at all.
Wen Qingrang shielded her behind him and said, "Fu Shenyuan, where Ranxing goes is none of your business. She has no obligation to report to you."
Fu Shenyuan narrowed his eyes, feeling utterly disgusted by his protective posture.
What gives him the right to speak to Jiang Ranxing like he's her man, offering such protective words?
These things should have originally belonged to Fu Shenyuan.
"Burning Star is the mistress of this place, why can't I ask?"
Wen Qingrang scoffed: "You're really just being presumptuous, aren't you? The mistress of the house? Have you even asked her what she wants? Does she really want to be the mistress of your house?"
Fu Shenyuan shouted, "Get out of my way!"
He then approached Jiang Ranxing to ask what was going on, but the other party took a step back to avoid him.
This dodging action caused Fu Shenyuan excruciating pain: "Burning Star, please don't go. Like I said before, the situation and timing are very sensitive right now. Staying here will allow me to protect your safety."
Jiang Ranxing suddenly looked up, her eyes sharp.
"No, I don't need any of that anymore. Staying by your side is the greatest danger to me, Fu Shenyuan. I will never listen to you again."
Jiang Ranxing seemed to have regained her usual consciousness, and her expression was full of resistance towards Fu Shenyuan.
In the end, Fu Shenyuan still couldn't keep Jiang Ranxing, just like the soup in the kitchen that was almost done simmering, which had lost its owner.
It felt as if winter had suddenly descended upon the villa. Even though the actual temperature was quite warm, Fu Shenyuan still felt a chill seeping into his very bones.
He wondered if he would lose her completely because of this.
Would she still be willing to stay by his side, even if it was out of necessity?
It seems that no one knows the answer to this question.
The events that happen in City A every day are so numerous that they are like raindrops falling from the sky during a downpour, and just like raindrops falling to the ground, they are too many to keep track of.
But recently, one thing has attracted a lot of attention.
"Have you heard? It seems the old chairman of the Fu Group is dying. My relative works at the Fu Group's international hospital, and I heard that the old man has been to the hospital several times and even received a critical condition notice."
"Really? I heard before that things weren't going well, and the news even said they were using incredibly expensive drugs to keep him alive. Is that true?!"
"How could it be fake? What do rich people have? Money. Why wouldn't they use the best of everything when they have so much money? They can take it with them when they die, right?"
"Money can be left to your children and grandchildren, passed down from generation to generation."
"Do you think their wealth is as much as yours? The little money in your pocket isn't even enough for them to eat a few meals. Don't try to think about them with your own ideas. You should be thinking about whether your salary of a few thousand yuan this month will be paid on time."
"Speaking of which, our company is also invested by a subsidiary of the Fu Group. I wonder if the change in the Fu Group will affect our lives."
"That will definitely have an impact. I heard that the two people waiting to take over have different management styles. It's okay if our current master takes over, but if his uncle takes over, life won't be easy for us."
"No way, I have elderly parents and young children to support, I can't afford any more trouble. I want to live a good life."
"Who knows? Anyway, we don't have the final say. We can only obey orders."
"Yeah, let's go, we'll be late for work."
After the gossiping employees left, they happened to brush past Tan Shen, who was dressed in a suit and tie.
Tan Shen walked to the sofa hidden in the corner and said to the person sitting there, "President Fu, the person that President Wan invited is about to arrive. Let's go upstairs first."
Fu Shenyuan stood up with a deep look in his eyes, then nodded.
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