"The one who hit someone was Fu Wenzhou."
Yan Shaoqin's leisurely voice came through the receiver.
Song Qingyou slammed the book shut: "What did you say?"
“It seems he didn’t tell you.” Yan Shaoqin raised an eyebrow, not expecting that the name Fu Wenzhou could cause such a strong emotional fluctuation in the usually aloof and indifferent immortal: “Zhang Yinan was beaten so badly that he can’t be a man for the rest of his life. Do you think Zhang Song will let him off easily? Of course, I only heard about this, and I don’t know the specifics.”
He thought that the guy surnamed Fu would use this incident to stage a self-inflicted injury, but it turns out he didn't tell Song Qingyou.
Yan Shaoqin immediately felt that his call today was completely unnecessary. Before he could say anything more, the call was already hung up. He looked at the turned-off phone screen and clicked his tongue.
Song Qingyou called Gu Bai and asked directly, "What happened to Fu Wenzhou?"
Having been up until the early hours of the morning, Gu Bai had just woken up and thought he was dreaming when he first heard Song Qingyou's voice.
After confirming several times, he finally spoke softly, "Nothing much, it's just that you got beaten up and are lying in bed with all your injuries, unable to get up."
Gu Bai felt sorry for his brother and told Song Qingyou the whole story, including that Fu Wenzhou had come to see her last night.
Song Qingyou's brows furrowed slightly, her voice cold: "Is it the bodyguard who's always been with Zhang Song?"
Gu Bai said, "It should be, because Zhang Song couldn't possibly do it himself."
"Okay, thank you."
Afraid the other end would hang up, Gu Bai quickly asked, "Hey, aren't you going to come see him?"
Song Qingyou coughed a few times: "No, thank you."
Gu Bai stared at the disconnected phone and muttered, "That woman is so heartless. Fu Wenzhou, tell me, what exactly did you do this for?"
Fu Wenzhou, holding Zhouzhou, looked impatient: "Who told you to tell her these things?"
Gu Bai chuckled, "I was just thinking that you shouldn't have suffered this injury for nothing."
Fu Wenzhou lay on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages, looking somewhat comical, yet his features were sharp and distinct: "Too talkative."
"You've got no conscience at all," Gu Bai said. "I dragged the doctor to your house late at night to wait for you to come back and bandage your wound, and you still complain about me."
Fu Wenzhou's mind was filled with Song Qingyou's "No, thank you" on the phone. He was very upset.
He didn't want her to worry, but seeing that she really didn't care about him at all, Fu Wenzhou was somewhat disappointed and resentful.
Gu Bai glanced at the bandages on his body: "Can you swallow this insult?"
Fu Wenzhou stroked Zhouzhou's fur and sneered, "From the moment I was born, what I hate most is being threatened."
Gu Bai said, "Zhang Song is not easy to deal with, so be careful."
Fu Wenzhou got up and began to untangle the bandages wrapped around his body, one by one. Gu Bai saw this and quickly stopped him, saying, "We finally got these bandaged up, why are you untying them again?"
Fu Wenzhou snorted, "Go use the self-inflicted injury ruse."
Gu Bai: "...Then why are you holding Zhouzhou?"
Fu Wenzhou: "We'll take a two-pronged approach."
“6”
Wutong Apartment.
A breeze picked up on the balcony, and Song Qingyou coughed several times. Song Chang hurriedly came over and closed the window: "Miss, you said you can't stand the wind, yet you insist on keeping the window open."
Song Qingyou placed the book on the bookshelf behind her and handed a document to Song Chang: "Uncle Chang, send this anonymously to the Zhang family."
Song Chang asked curiously, "What is this?"
Song Qingyou smiled slightly: "The DNA paternity test results for Zhang Yinan and Zhang Song."
Song Chang was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Isn't this what Miss planned to use to keep the Zhang family in check? Why is it being sent over now?"
Song Qingyou rubbed the jade bracelet on her wrist and said calmly, "It's the same sooner or later."
Song Chang didn't ask any more questions and simply said, "Okay."
After Song Chang left, Song Qingyou lay on the rattan chair with her eyes slightly closed. Her jade-like face was almost transparent in the sunlight, and her features were so exquisite that they looked like a painting, so beautiful that it was mesmerizing.
There was a noise coming from the living room. Song Qingyou thought it was Song Chang returning: "Uncle Chang, I'm a little thirsty. Could you pour me a glass of water?"
Warm water was handed to her, and Song Qingyou reached out to take it. As she was about to remove it, the back of her hand was suddenly pressed against a warm piece of skin. She opened her eyes abruptly and stared blankly at the tall man in front of her.
The cat suddenly jumped into Song Qingyou's arms, meowing and nuzzling her head against hers.
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and reached out to lift Zhouzhou down.
The kitten meowed at him a few times in dissatisfaction, then ran away.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes, subtly scrutinizing the person from head to toe, before finally asking, "Why didn't you go to the hospital?"
Fu Wenzhou squatted down beside her, resting his head on her arm that was resting on the armrest, and said in a deep voice, "Youyou, I thought you really didn't care whether I lived or died."
Responding irrelevantly, Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Get up."
Fu Wenzhou then said, "You know I don't like the smell of disinfectant in hospitals."
Song Qingyou didn't pull her hand away after all; she was too lazy to argue with the injured person: "Is Zhang Yinan really crippled?"
Fu Wenzhou took the opportunity to rub against him again, having gotten his fill of the advantage: "It's ruined."
"Oh," Song Qingyou replied.
She finally pulled her arm away and stood up from the wicker chair: "Come here."
Fu Wenzhou obediently followed.
Song Qingyou found the first-aid kit in the storage room and looked at the man: "Take off your clothes."
Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows high and a carefree smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Youyou, isn't this a bit inappropriate in broad daylight?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him, her eyes cool.
Fu Wenzhou forced a smile: "I'm fine. Gu Bai already had someone apply medicine for me this morning."
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