Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 189: Did I hit the nail on the head?
Fu Jing's fever didn't start to subside until just before dawn. He was in a daze and felt weak all over. His throat felt like it was stuffed with a burning coal, hot, dry, and painful. His back was also burning, as if someone was vigorously brushing his back with a wire brush.

Because of his back injury, Fu Jing had been lying face down. After waking up for a while, he felt like there were many small insects crawling inside his body, which was numb, itchy and painful. He couldn't help but want to move. However, just as he tried to prop himself up, he was made to groan by the tearing pain in his back.

"Cough cough, water..." Fu Jing's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

The servant took care of him all night, and only after his high fever subsided at dawn did he sit on the footstool and doze off against the edge of the bed for a while. Hearing his voice, he woke up with a start and exclaimed in surprise, "Young master, you're awake!"

"Hmm, give me some water."

"Alright, young master, please wait a moment, I'll pour you some right away." The servant jumped up from the footstool with delight, ran to pour him a cup of water, and brought it over, intending to feed it to him.

"Help me up first, my whole body is numb from lying down."

"Young master, the physician instructed you not to move around too much, lest you reopen the wound."

"It's okay, just be gentle." Fu Jing really couldn't lie down any longer.

Seeing that he was indeed in pain, the servant had no choice but to carefully help him sit up. He then quickly checked his back and, seeing that there were no new bloodstains on the bandages, he was relieved and picked up a teacup from the side and brought it to Fu Jing's lips.

After drinking two glasses of water, Fu Jingcai felt that the burning sensation in his throat had finally been extinguished. He slowly moved his neck, but accidentally pulled on his back again, hissing as he dared not move.

"Young Master, how are you feeling now?" The servant gently draped a slightly thicker cloak over Fu Jing's shoulders and then carefully observed his face before asking.

"Much better, but I still don't have much strength."

"It's natural that you're weak. Young Master had a high fever all night last night, which almost scared me to death," the servant said, pursing his lips.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you double your monthly pay later." Fu Jing was amused by his wrinkled face.

"Thank you, young master!" the servant said in a low voice, pursing his lips.

"By the way, did my father send anyone over yesterday?" Fu Jing asked, shifting his body slightly to find a more comfortable position.

Upon hearing this, the servant's face immediately fell. "Here he comes. It's Changsheng from the master's side. He said he asked why the young master hasn't gone to the Duke of Dingguo's mansion to find Prince Mo. I told him the young master had a fever, but he didn't believe me. I had to drag him to the bedside and see it with my own eyes before he believed me."

"What else did my father say?" Although he had given up hope for his family, hearing it with his own ears still hurt Fu Jing's heart once again.

"No, Changsheng never came back after he went back."

"Hehe, that's fine too." After a long while, Fu Jing finally uttered these words.

"Young Master, are you... alright?" The servant felt extremely sorry for his young master, and at the same time, he felt a deep sense of indignation for him.

"It's okay, help me pack, I'm going out in a bit."

"What?" The servant's eyes widened like saucers. "Young master, you're in such a state that you can barely even lie in bed, what are you going to do? You should be getting better and recovering from your injuries!"

Fu Jing shook his head, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. "It's precisely because I need to recover from my injuries that I have to go out. Otherwise, do you think I could have properly recuperated if I had stayed at home?"

The servant thought about it and found it made a lot of sense. He quickly started rummaging through the chests and cabinets, and quickly packed the things he found into a bundle and carried it on his chest. After thinking for a while, he took it off again, unfolded the neatly folded clothes inside, and repeated this several times until he was satisfied when the bundle was barely visible on his back.

Fu Jing's injuries were quite severe; just getting out of bed had taken a huge toll on his strength. "Young Master, how about we rest for another day and leave tomorrow?" the servant asked tentatively, looking at him with concern.

"No need, let's go!" Fu Jing shook his head.

The servant had no choice but to help him put on a new outer robe. To prevent the belt from constricting his wound, he specifically chose a loose-fitting one.

After getting dressed, Fu Jing slowly walked out of the Fu family home with the help of a servant.

"Young master, should we tell the master?" the servant asked somewhat nervously after they reached the end of the alley and turned the corner.

"No need, Father should already know I've gone out." Fu Jing chuckled self-deprecatingly. How many of the people in his courtyard were planted by Master Fu and Madam Fu? Did they really think he didn't know?

"Huh?" The servant clearly didn't understand what he meant.

"Stop asking questions and walk a few steps! Young master can't hold on any longer."

"Oh, I see. Young master, let me help you!" The servant dared not ask any more questions and hurriedly stepped forward to let Fu Jing take his arm for support.

The two walked for almost half an hour before arriving at their destination.

"Young master, aren't we going to the Duke of Dingguo's mansion?" Looking at the two characters "Meng Mansion" hanging high on the plaque in front of the gate, the servant was a little suspicious that his young master might be delirious from the pain.

"Are you afraid we won't be kicked out? Hurry up and knock on the door!" Fu Jing was very annoyed by this servant. Although he was very loyal to him, the kind of loyalty that no one could buy, he was really a bit slow on the uptake, and talking to him was sometimes too much of a hassle.

"okay."

After knocking on the door and explaining their purpose, the two were led inside.

"Fu Jing! What happened to you? How did you get yourself into this state?" Meng Yixuan hurriedly followed the servant over and saw Fu Jing's pale face, cracked lips, and stiff body. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"I came to you because I had nowhere else to turn!" Fu Jing said with a wry smile.

"What are you saying!" Meng Yixuan helped him sit down in a chair, frowning as he asked, "What exactly happened?"

“It’s all about the matter of the Marquis of Zhaoyang’s heir! My father has the audacity to want Fu Qing to marry Zi Yuan as a concubine.” Fu Jing said, “You should have someone inform Zi Yuan. I’m not able to move around for the time being. If my father doesn’t get a reply from me and causes some other trouble, then I’ll be completely unable to be friends with Zi Yuan.”

“Alright, I’ll have someone call him over right now. It’s best if you talk to him in person. I’m afraid that if the message is relayed around, it won’t be the original story.” Meng Yixuan had his own concerns.

“Okay, go ahead!” Fu Jing agreed with Meng Yixuan.

"I've already sent someone to fetch Ziyuan. Now you can tell me what happened!" Meng Yixuan went out for a while and then quickly returned.

"What else could it be? Fu Qing went home and complained!"

"I told you that if you spoil your sister like that, she'd get into trouble sooner or later. See, I was right!" Meng Yixuan also disliked Fu Qing. It could be said that there wasn't a single young master from a prominent family in the entire capital who didn't hate her.

Fu Jing gave a bitter smile, but what else could he say but a bitter smile?

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