Xiao Xin regretted saying those words as soon as they were spoken.
Unsurprisingly, he dug himself another hole.
"What happened, happened; what didn't happen, didn't happen. What do you mean by 'maybe it didn't happen with you'? I have amnesia, but does that mean you have amnesia too? Doesn't you remember if you ever kissed me?"
Fu Yan crossed his arms and finished the conversation in one breath. Suddenly, he felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the thermos next to him and took a sip of water.
Xiao Xin remained silent and drove quietly.
Fu Yan stopped talking and sat quietly in the passenger seat. Even though he already had the answer in his heart about that kiss, he still wanted to hear the reason from Xiao Xin, but Xiao Xin ignored him, and he was helpless.
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Xiao Xin took Fu Yan to a restaurant that was relatively close to the hospital for a meal.
Fu Yan said he was full after only a couple of bites. Xiao Xin glanced at him and handed him the medicine she carried with her: "Take your medicine."
He gave Fu Yan medication for depression; his head injury was almost healed, and he no longer needed the medication.
Fu Yan took the medicine and swallowed it with warm water without saying a word.
Despite feeling angry, I still need to take my medicine.
In fact, every time he got angry, Fu Yan would eventually get over it himself, like he would forget the pain once the wound healed, and then he would start clinging to Xiao Xin and calling him "brother" again.
Xiao Xin understood his temperament, so she let him process his emotions on his own. After all, he couldn't even calm his own emotions, let alone know how to comfort Fu Yan.
After finishing his meal, Xiao Xin went to the fruit shop and picked out a bag of red apples, intending to visit his father.
Fu Yan followed behind him, unusually quiet.
He watched Xiao Xin's retreating figure and inexplicably recalled Feng Lu's whispered words to him earlier that day: "Hey, are you and Senior Xiao Xin in that kind of relationship?"
Fu Yan didn't answer at the time, so Feng Lu continued, "I can tell that you like Xiao Xin."
Fu Yan turned around and glanced at him when he heard this. Because it was during class, he lowered his voice and said, "What's it to you? Don't you dare talk nonsense in front of my brother!"
Fu Yan's expression was fierce, and his tone was serious.
Seeing his serious and angry expression, Feng Lu couldn't help but lower her head and laugh: "Why can't you tell your brother? It's not that you have a crush on your brother and he doesn't know, is it?"
Does your brother like you?
...
At this point in his recollection, Xiao Xin's action of pushing open the ward door came to an abrupt halt.
Fu Yan's mind was filled with Feng Lu's question: Does your brother like you?
He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.
Because he knew his brother had someone he really liked, but that person wasn't him.
Xiao Xin pushed open the door and saw a man in a suit sitting with his back to him in front of Xiao Lin's bed.
Two bodyguards stood beside the man, wearing sunglasses even in broad daylight to conceal their menacing faces.
Xiao Xin looked at the back of the man's head and felt inexplicably that he looked familiar.
Xiao Lin smiled gently, turned his head and saw Xiao Xin and Fu Yan, his eyes crinkling: "Hey, Xiao Xin, Xiao Yan, you're here?"
Fu Yan bypassed Xiao Xin, rushed to the bedside, and warmly hugged Xiao Lin's neck, whispering in his ear, "Dad, how have you been lately? Have you missed Xiao Yan?"
Fu Qingting sat in the chair, his brows furrowing. "Dad?"
Xiao Lin's eyes narrowed into slits as he grinned, showing off his big teeth.
He patted Fu Yan on the back: "Yes, yes, I was just thinking about you guys, and you came to see me!"
Fu Yan patted Xiao Lin on the back: "I was sick not long ago, so I didn't go out much."
"Okay, okay..."
Xiao Lin responded, patting Fu Yan on the shoulder and saying, "Xiao Yan, let go first, let me introduce you."
He pointed to Fu Qingting and said to Xiao Xin, "Xiao Xin, this is your Uncle Fu."
Xiao Xin had just placed the apple on the coffee table when he heard the sound and looked up. He glanced to the side and met Fu Qingting's gloomy eyes.
Xiao Xin paused for a moment, then slowly straightened up and asked Xiao Lin, "Dad, do you know him?"
Xiao Lin was unaware that Xiao Xin and Fu Qingting had a past conflict, and said with a smile, "Yes, when we were working together, your Uncle Fu was my client."
The two are considered close male friends.
Xiao Xin: "..."
Xiao Xin couldn't comment on Xiao Lin's job.
Looking at it this way, it's clear that the two have known each other for a long time.
Fu Qingting, unusually calm, looked at Xiao Lin and asked knowingly, "So Xiao Xin is your son?"
Xiao Lin nodded: "Yes, Mr. Fu, do you two know each other?"
Fu Qingting neither said he knew him nor that he didn't, and looked at Xiao Lin with a gentle expression: "Your features are somewhat different from yours."
Xiao Lin smiled sheepishly: "Hehe, he looks like his mother."
"Then it seems your wife is quite a beauty." Fu Qingting's words were rather strange.
Although it sounded like a compliment, it sounded slightly grating to Xiao Xin's ears.
Fu Yan saw that Fu Qingting's expression was unfriendly, but Xiao Lin seemed to respect him quite a bit, so he didn't dare to interrupt.
When Fu Qingting's cold gaze swept over him, Fu Yan felt a chill run down his spine, and the hand on Xiao Lin's shoulder tightened involuntarily.
Fu Yan frowned, and suddenly a pain began to throb at the back of his head.
Xiao Xin immediately noticed Fu Yan's unusual reaction.
He immediately pulled Fu Yan into his arms, preventing him from looking at Fu Qingting.
Xiao Xin glanced at Fu Qingting and said, "Sir, is there anything else? If not, please leave."
Xiao Xin's dismissal was abrupt. Fu Qingting looked at Xiao Lin and suddenly smiled, "Haha, your son's personality is very different from yours."
Xiao Lin looked bewildered, vaguely sensing that the atmosphere among them was off, but still smiled at Fu Qingting: "Hehe, yes, my son has a rather strong personality, just like his mother..."
Fu Qingting's expression suddenly turned cold, and he beckoned to the two bodyguards beside him: "Take the young master away first."
His eyes were cold, and his tone of voice was like that of a cold machine, devoid of any emotion.
Xiao Xin hugged Fu Yan tightly, glaring fiercely at the two bodyguards walking towards him: "Let's see who dares?!"
Fu Yan trembled violently in his arms, clutching Xiao Xin's clothes tightly with both hands, and weakly whispered in his ear, "Brother... my head hurts, my heart is pounding, hurry..."
"Get out." Xiao Xin glanced at Fu Qingting and the other two, and squeezed out these words in a low voice.
Fu Yan's somatization reaction intensified, and he didn't want to speak too loudly and further agitate Fu Yan.
Fu Qingting stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching him. He neither got up to leave nor allowed the bodyguards beside him to continue their attack.
Xiao Lin was standing nearby, and he didn't want to lose his temper and ruin his image in Xiao Lin's eyes.
Xiao Lin then realized the situation was bad. His timid nature prevented him from speaking loudly, but he still asked in a low voice, "President Fu, so Xiao Yan is your son..."
As soon as he said it, he realized he had asked a pointless question.
“Dad,” Xiao Xin interrupted him, her eyes reddening, “tell them to get out.”
Xiao Lin looked at Fu Qingting with a troubled expression and weakly called out, "President Fu..."
Fu Qingting slowly got up and walked over to Xiao Xin and Fu Yan. Xiao Xin hugged Fu Yan and subconsciously took a step back.
However, the next second, Fu Qingting turned around, leaned slightly closer to Xiao Lin, and said, "Xiao Lin, I've told you several times, don't call me President Fu, call me Qingting..."
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