The day after Song Qingyou woke up, she was discharged from the hospital and rested at home for nearly half a month before her body recovered to almost the same level as before, no longer having to pant every three steps or cough every two steps.
Fu Wenzhou spent his days buying rare and nourishing medicinal herbs at high prices, and he could only feel at ease if he watched Song Qingyou drink them every day.
The medicine was extremely bitter, and Song Qingyou cried every time she drank it.
At this moment, Fu Wenzhou displayed his extremely shameless skills, coaxing her with "Youyou" and "sister" all the time, tricking her into drinking.
This is the scene that Song Changjin saw upon entering—
His young lady was held in Mr. Fu's arms, sitting on his lap, and he was being coaxed gently.
For a moment, Song Chang felt that the person Little Fu was holding wasn't his young lady, but his ancestor.
Who can be so adept at serving others?
Song Chang didn't want to disturb them, but today's matter was very important and he had to tell Miss. He coughed lightly and said, "Miss, Mr. Fu."
When Song Qingyou saw Song Chang trying to get off Fu Wenzhou, Fu Wenzhou held her firmly, preventing her from moving an inch.
Song Qingyou glared at him angrily, but the latter just smiled shamelessly.
Song Chang hesitated and did not speak.
Song Qingyou said, "Just say it directly, Uncle Chang."
Song Chang then spoke up: "Song Chen has been gambling in Binhai recently. It is said that he was dragged there by his friends. He has already lost tens of millions there. After losing again last night, he kept saying that he wanted to do a big heist to win all the money back at once."
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow. "Is there a cruise ship extravaganza in Binhai tomorrow night?"
Song Chang was somewhat surprised. How could this young master Fu, who spends all day by the young lady's side, know so much about the outside world?
He nodded: "Yes, it's said to be run by the Jiang family of Binhai."
Binhai is full of casinos and is the only city in China where casinos can be legally operated. The Jiang family made their fortune through casinos and has deep roots in Binhai.
Unlike the powerful families in the capital, in Binhai, anyone with a bit of power has to give the Jiang family face, which shows their status in Binhai.
After a moment of thought, Song Qingyou raised her eyes and asked, "What time is it tomorrow night? Is it too late to book a flight now?"
Song Chang said, "There's still time, I've already made a reservation."
Song Qingyou nodded upon hearing this, "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou frowned, looking displeased: "You've just recovered and you're going out again? It's windy in Binhai, what if you catch a cold?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to say to Song Chang, "Uncle Chang, pack your things, we..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man interrupted her excitedly: "Are you going to abandon me?"
Song Qingyou said expressionlessly, "Aren't you afraid of the wind?"
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Is he afraid of the wind? He's afraid she'll be exposed to the wind!
Fu Wenzhou was angry but dared not show it. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "I'll go too."
Song Qingyou curled her lips into a smile, but it was fleeting and didn't catch him; she pretended to be deep in thought.
Fu Wenzhou, fearing she would refuse, lowered his stance: "Sister..."
Song Qingyou relented: "Okay."
Fu Wenzhou became happy again and kissed that porcelain-white face.
Song Chang's eye twitched.
Mr. Fu, you're truly a master of love-struck and naive charm...
She's too easily manipulated by the young lady.
Fu Wenzhou, like a pampered large dog, wagged his tail and said, "Uncle Chang, I'll take care of Youyou's things from now on. You're getting old, so please get some rest."
Song Chang gave a dry laugh: "As long as Mr. Fu is happy."
Song Qingyou suddenly frowned, as if remembering something: "Where's Zhouzhou?"
It seems she hasn't seen it since she was discharged from the hospital and returned home.
Fu Wenzhou was taken aback, feeling somewhat guilty, "I'm...at home."
"Yalin Villa?"
"……right."
Song Qingyou said "Oh" and said in a low voice, "Take Zhouzhou with you when you go to Binhai."
Fu Wenzhou asked, displeased, "Why bring a cat there?"
Are you bringing it or not?
“…Take it.” Fu Wenzhou replied, feeling frustrated.
Why do I always feel like I'm not even as important as a cat in Youyou's heart?
Zhouzhou wanted to go but we had to beg her; Zhouzhou didn't want to go but we insisted on taking her.
Oh.
After Song Chang left, Fu Wenzhou carried Song Qingyou around, placed her on a recliner, and massaged her jade-like legs.
His palms were warm, and the kneading pressure was just right. Song Qingyou closed her eyes in enjoyment.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were obscure. The soft, smooth touch beneath his palms made him restless. He stared at those jade feet without blinking, and a strong desire was about to well up in his eyes.
He could never understand why some people could be born with such beautiful feet.
Fu Wenzhou stared more and more intently, and even with the heating on full blast, he actually felt a bit hot.
Her voice was hoarse and strained when she spoke: "Youyou, bring Zhouzhou back. I want to ask you for something."
"What do you want?" Song Qingyou asked casually as she felt sleepy.
Fu Wenzhou didn't say what he wanted, but his gaze deepened as he stared at those snow-white and delicate feet. His Adam's apple bobbed noticeably, and he stopped moving, letting out a low hum.
In the afternoon, Liang Zhenzhen was happily playing with the cat. Although the cat raised its head and didn't want to pay attention to her, she still played with the cat toy with great enthusiasm.
Liang Muchuan came downstairs and saw his younger sister playing with the cat. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a voice.
"Liang Muchuan, where's my cat?"
That lazy and unrestrained tone could only come from Fu Wenzhou.
Liang Muchuan looked up and saw an uninvited guest at the door. He clicked his tongue and said, "Instead of being at home with your precious Youyou, what brings you to my house?"
Despite his friend's teasing and disdain, Fu Wenzhou remained unmoved: "I'll come get the cat."
Liang Muchuan chuckled, "Fu Wenzhou, have you no shame? Is there any reason to take back something you gave away?"
Fu Wenzhou: "The cat is mine. I belong to Song Qingyou, so the cat belongs to Song Qingyou. She didn't agree to give it to you."
Liang Muchuan: "..." The logic is touching.
Zhouzhou has a very keen sense of smell. As soon as it smelled its owner's scent, it jumped out of Liang Zhenzhen's arms and ran towards Fu Wenzhou. It stopped in front of him and whimpered twice, as if accusing its owner of abandoning it.
Fu Wenzhou bent down and picked the cat up from the ground. "Thanks. Consider the land in the eastern suburbs a thank you gift for your sister taking care of Zhouzhou for so many days. Tomorrow, take the contract to Chen Shu for his signature."
Liang Muchuan gave him a thumbs up: "Young Master Fu is so generous."
When Liang Zhenzhen saw that she was about to be taken away by the cat, she burst into tears.
Fu Wenzhou didn't know how to coax children, so he squatted down in front of Liang Zhenzhen while holding the cat and said, "Your brother Gu Bai has a pet snake at home. I'll have him bring it to you to play with tomorrow."
Liang Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then cried even louder.
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
Liang Muchuan twitched his lips. With such low emotional intelligence, he didn't know how he managed to win over that little fairy.
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