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

As Zhou Yun listened to her son's words and saw the unconcealed pain and reluctance in his eyes, tears instantly streamed down her face.

She reached out and wiped away her tears, feeling both heartache for her son and heartache for Fu Hua.

She knew the pride in her son's bones.

I know he was speaking from the heart, and that's precisely why it's so heartbreaking.

"Mom understands your thoughts and knows you mean well for Huahua, but have you considered Huahua's feelings? She genuinely wants to be with you; it's not just a momentary impulse."

Your deliberate distancing is the greatest harm you can do to her.

Zhou Yun choked up as she advised, "Even if you really want what's best for her, you shouldn't use such an extreme method, you shouldn't hurt her like this."

You can communicate with her slowly, treat her gently, even if it's just gradually distancing yourself, it's better than pushing her away and breaking her heart like this!

"You're putting her through this, and not only are you suffering, but she's suffering too. What's the point?"

Listen to Mom, stop being so stubborn, talk to her nicely, and don't reject her kindness anymore, okay?

Xie Ci didn't speak, but simply kept his eyes tightly closed.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of suppressed pain.

He knew his mother was right, and he also knew his methods were too cruel.

But he had no other choice.

He understood Fu Hua; the only way to force her to let go was through this most drastic method.

Even if he has to bear this pain for the rest of his life.

Seeing that he was completely unyielding, Zhou Yun knew that further persuasion would be useless.

With a sigh, wiping away her tears, she walked out of the ward with a sense of helplessness, leaving the space to Xie Ci.

The next two weeks passed uneventfully.

The atmosphere in the ward was consistently oppressive and awkward.

Fu Hua still comes to the hospital every day, but she no longer talks to Xie Ci and makes him laugh and relieve his boredom as before.

Even after I told him, he didn't smile.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

She didn't take the initiative to approach him to take care of him, because he would always politely and distantly refuse.

Zhou Yun was there all day, and she helped with some chores and prepared the things he needed.

When the therapist came, she quietly slipped away.

His attitude in accepting the thanks remained lukewarm throughout.

He didn't speak harshly to her or drive her away; he simply avoided all her touch.

I will absolutely not speak to her first.

He wouldn't give her a gentle look, much less smile at her.

When the two are in the same hospital room, they can go for half a day without saying a word; the silence is so intense it's suffocating.

He maintained this distance, neither too close nor too far.

Polite yet distant, treating Fu Hua like a familiar stranger.

This indifferent attitude was even more heartbreaking for Fu Hua than the previous harsh words.

In the past, she could comfort herself by thinking that he was deliberately indifferent because he was in pain.

He still has feelings for her.

But for the past two weeks, his lack of initiative, response, and acceptance...

Like buckets of cold water, it gradually extinguished all the enthusiasm and expectations in her heart.

She could accept his inferiority complex, his pain, and his disability.

She was also willing to face all the hardships and obstacles with him, and to get through all the dark days with him.

She is not afraid of hardship, fatigue, being judged, or giving up everything.

I fear that, like now, all the deep affection will turn into wishful thinking.

She gave herself hope time and time again, only to have it shattered by his indifference each time.

She is also a person; she gets tired, feels wronged, and is heartbroken.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to continue this pathetic entanglement.

Her deep affection could not withstand his repeated indifference.

That day, Fu Hua arrived at the hospital as usual, carrying a nutritious meal prepared for Xie Ci to aid his recovery.

Entering the ward, Xie Ci was leaning against the headboard, resting with his eyes closed.

Zhou Yun went home to get a change of clothes, leaving only the two of them in the ward.

Fu Hua placed the lunchbox on the bedside table, instead of leaving silently as usual.

Instead, she stood by the bed and quietly watched him.

After a long while, Xie Ci slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

His eyes remained indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Their eyes met, and Fu Hua felt none of the excitement she once felt.

All that remained was exhaustion and a sense of relief.

She took a deep breath and looked at him calmly.

"Thank you, let's break up."

The voice was very soft, yet exceptionally clear, without a trace of sob or crying.

Xie Ci's pupils contracted sharply, and his previously calm gaze instantly turned into a stormy sea.

The pain and reluctance that had been suppressed deep in my heart suddenly swept over my entire body.

He stared intently at Fu Hua, his lips trembling slightly. "Okay."

He thought that when that day finally came, he would feel relieved and at ease.

But now that Fu Hua had actually said they should break up, he felt an unprecedented panic and heartache that instantly overwhelmed him.

It is a hundred or a thousand times more painful than knowing that you have become disabled.

Fu Hua smiled gently at his shocked expression.

The smile was a mixture of regret and relief.

Isn't this exactly the result he wanted?

If this makes him feel better...

She's willing, she's willing.

"Take care of yourself."

Fu Hua didn't say anything more and quickly walked out of the ward.

As soon as I turned out of the corridor, I couldn't help but raise my hand and secretly wipe away my tears with the back of my hand.

My chest feels so tight and constricted, it's worse than being caught in a downpour.

Her nose stung terribly, but she dared not utter a sound of crying. Nurses and doctors passing by greeted her from time to time.

"Comrade Fu! What's wrong?"

Dr. Zheng rushed over anxiously and asked, "Has Comrade Xie's condition changed?"

"Comrade Xie, is your wound hurting? Or is there a problem with your recovery? Please don't hide it from me!"

Fu Hua snapped out of her daze, took a deep breath, and blinked hard, forcing back the remaining tears.

She raised her hand to compose herself, her face regaining its composure, though her eyes still held a lingering redness.

She looked at Dr. Zheng, her expression shifting slightly: "Dr. Zheng, no, um, are you free now? I'd like to say a few words to you."

Seeing this, Dr. Zheng didn't ask any further questions.

During this time, he had seen Xie Ci's parents secretly wiping away tears quite often.

But this was the first time I had ever seen Fu Hua cry.

Dr. Zheng nodded: "Of course it's convenient, go ahead."

The two walked to the window at the end of the corridor. It was quiet and not many people came and went.

Fu Hua didn't beat around the bush and spoke first: "Dr. Zheng, I'd like to ask how Xie Ci is recovering now?"

When can I expect to be discharged? What precautions should I take afterward?

Dr. Zheng thought for a moment and explained to her carefully, "Comrade Xie is recovering quite well. The wound has healed exceptionally well, there is no infection, and the nerves are slowly recovering. After another ten days to half a month of observation, as long as all indicators are stable, she can be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate."

However, one should not be careless after being discharged from the hospital; daily rehabilitation massage is still necessary to prevent muscle atrophy.

Regarding the prosthesis, we are also in contact with the manufacturer. Once his body has recovered further, we can take his measurements and have it custom-made.

With proper rehabilitation after being fitted with a prosthesis, one will eventually be able to use a wheelchair and even gradually walk with support.

After listening, Fu Hua remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Dr. Zheng.

With a firm tone: "Dr. Zheng, I'd like to discuss something with you. Let's not rush into getting him a prosthesis; let's not put one on him for now."

Seeing the doubt on Dr. Zheng's face, she continued, "He hasn't accepted the fact that he had his leg amputated yet. He's been very depressed and is extremely sensitive and vulnerable."

If he were to get a prosthetic limb now, looking at his stump and the prosthesis would only cause him more psychological distress, which would be detrimental to his mental recovery.

It would be better for him to go home and rest first, and wait until he gradually accepts reality and his emotions are completely stable before considering the prosthesis. That would be better for him.