The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

Yes and no.

Yue Xue took a sip of tea and looked up: "Huahua, you haven't had any contact with the Fu family for years. I've always treated you like my own daughter. There are some things I, as your aunt, must say to you."

"We all know about Xie Ci's situation; he was injured in the line of duty and is a hero."

But he had both legs amputated and will need someone to take care of him for the rest of his life.

During this time, you took care of him day and night in the hospital, doing your utmost and fulfilling your boundless kindness and duty.

I believe the entire Xie family has seen and remembered this, and no one will say a bad word about you.

"You're still young, only in your twenties. You're capable and have a bright future ahead of you. You have a long life ahead of you."

If you stay by his side forever, you'll be tied to his bedside for the rest of your life, ruining your career and your entire life.

It's not that your aunt is heartless, it's just reality. Think about it carefully.

Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about future generations.

You are a good girl and deserve a better life. The Xie family is understanding and will understand you; they won't blame you.

After listening, Fu Hua understood that her aunt meant well and was doing it all for her.

She looked up, her eyes firm: "Aunt, thank you for thinking of me so much. I appreciate your kindness."

But Xie Ci and I cannot be separated. Marriage and relationships, for me, are not icing on the cake.

When he was successful, I could stand by his side; when he fell on hard times, I would never leave him.

Since I chose him, I will stay with him for the rest of my life, no matter what he becomes, I will never let go.

Seeing her unwavering resolve, Yue Xue knew she couldn't persuade her otherwise, and sighed.

"Huahua, that's what you think, but what about him?"

Yue Xue moved forward slightly: "After experiencing something like this, his mentality will inevitably change. How does he treat you?"

Attitude?

Xie Ci was not the same as before; in fact, he was somewhat indifferent towards her.

Putting yourself in their shoes, no one could be the same as before after experiencing something like this.

She understands.

"Aunt, I don't care about others, as long as I can live with my own conscience."

"Your aunt knows you're a thoughtful child, but she just wants you to think carefully about what kind of life you'll be facing in the future."

Even if you take such meticulous care of them, they might feel grateful for a short time, but over time, that gratitude will change. Do you understand?

How could Fu Hua not understand human nature?

Even the strongest love cannot withstand the constant care, toileting, and long-term recovery required.

Even if they don't have financial pressure, they can't live a normal life for the rest of their lives, constantly subjected to strange looks and gossip.

These are all pressures as heavy as mountains.

But, does being with normal people eliminate these pressures?

She didn't think too much about it; she just wanted to focus on the present.

Yue Xue knew she couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she gave her a few more instructions to take care of herself, and then left with Su Rong.

Fu Hua quickly packed her things, not daring to delay any longer, grabbed her car keys, and rushed to the hospital.

As soon as I pushed open the ward door, I smelled an unpleasant odor.

Looking further inside, the caregiver was bending over to help Xie Ci with his urination and defecation.

On the hospital bed, Xie Ci was completely stiff, his face flushed red, from his cheeks to his ears.

The moment he saw Fu Hua, his eyes were filled with shame, embarrassment, and an unspeakable sense of humiliation.

His whole body was tense, his hands gripping the sheets tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Fu Hua went over, but Xie Ci coldly stopped her, saying, "Don't come any closer."

He turned his head to the side, refusing to look at anyone.

No one could understand his feelings at this moment, despite his usual pride.

These days, he has been enduring and holding it in.

Each time, they only dared to ask the caregiver for help after Fu Hua left the ward.

I just didn't want to lose the last bit of self-respect and dignity in front of her.

The caregiver was also a little embarrassed, but quickly tidied up.

He gently reassured her, "Comrade Xie, don't be embarrassed. It's all I should do. It'll be over soon."

Fu Hua stood at the door, her heart aching with bitterness.

The feeling of having his dignity crushed was a thousand times more agonizing to him than physical pain.

Xie Ci slowly turned her head, her voice devoid of warmth: "Fu Hua, could you please leave first?"

"Okay."

Fu Hua came out and sat on a chair by the door.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I froze on the spot.

What did he just call her?

Fu Hua.

A full name and surname, such an unfamiliar form of address.

Since they started dating, he has always called her "Huahua" tenderly, his tone full of doting affection and gentleness.

I have never called her by her full name like that.

So cold, so distant.

In an instant, trepidation, unease, and heartache all surged into my heart.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe.

It wasn't a sharp pain, but rather a series of throbbing pains.

It was dense and spread all over my body, so heavy that even my soul couldn't lift itself up.

.........

The caregiver quickly tidied up, carried the miscellaneous items, and hurried out of the ward, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

In the large ward, only Xie Ci remained.

He stood with his back to the door, his eyes fixed on the white snow outside the window, motionless.

His shoulders, which had been straight, were now slumped slightly and trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't cry out, nor did he scream; he just remained quiet.

The air around him was deathly still, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

It was a despair etched into one's very bones.

He used to be such a spirited soldier.

With upright posture, standing tall and firm, protecting the country and its people, they are capable of anything.

But now, he can't even take care of his most basic needs like eating, drinking, and using the toilet; he needs to be waited on by others.

In front of the woman he loves, he has lost all his dignity and self-respect.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks taut.

Her lips were bitten until white marks appeared, but she was still desperately trying to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes and not let them fall.

waste.

He pounded his legs hard.

He's a burden, a liability, destined to spend his life lying in bed, a burden to others.

Fu Hua is so wonderful—young, capable, and with a bright future.

She deserves the best of everything: a healthy partner who can provide her with support and protect her.

Instead of him, a cripple who lost both legs and was disabled for life.

He is not good enough for her, and he should not be a burden to her.

Rather than suffer together, he would rather push her away and let her live an easy life.

Even if I grow old alone, even if I suffer in pain my whole life, it's better than ruining her life.

The guilt and despair in his heart were intense and persistent, overwhelming him like a tidal wave.

It pressed down on him so hard he almost suffocated, and his whole body exuded a deathly desolation.

After standing at the door for an unknown amount of time, Fu Hua gently grasped the doorknob and slowly pushed it open a crack.

She tiptoed in, afraid of disturbing him.

Hearing the noise, Xie Ci slowly turned his face. His expression was completely devoid of emotion, and his eyes were cold and distant.

How could Fu Hua not have noticed?

She pulled up a chair and sat down. Normally, Xie Ci would greet her with a smile and ask, "You've arrived?"

Today, however, he stepped aside to keep his distance.

He was polite but distant, as if he were treating a complete stranger.