Spoiled Sparrow

"Where are the men? Only poor souls working late into the night."

Ruan Qing smiled wryly and turned to show her.

Lin Yun'en read it aloud: "Ms. Ruan, hello. I will notify you immediately of any news."

"Is the pressure really this high in every industry these days? It's past midnight, are you still awake or already up and working? Tsk tsk~"

Ruan Qing: "I'm not going to watch anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to sleep, otherwise I'll break out in bed."

*

The Fu Company Building.

Fu Chen, who was at the company handling business, received a call late at night from Mr. Fu's personal assistant.

A frantic voice came from the other end: "President Fu! Something's happened!"

Fu Chen paused, his brows furrowing with impatience.

"explain."

The person on the other end stammered, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping short: "President Fu fell into the viewing pond in the courtyard after getting drunk, and is now unconscious in the hospital..."

The tone on the other end of the phone was anxious and flustered, but Fu Chen's expression remained unchanged.

There was not a trace of worry or urgency in his eyes. After hearing what had happened, he casually uttered three words.

"understood."

Fu Chen hung up the phone, his gaze lingering on the computer monitor, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After a long while, he signed his name on the document, closed the contract, and dialed Secretary Chen's number.

"All the people we arranged for today have been withdrawn."

Chen Yan doubted that he had heard correctly and hesitated for half a second.

Fu Chen's mocking voice rang out again.

"Get the car ready, let's go to the hospital to see my good father."

......

Chen Yan only understood why the people placed around Fu Yancheng had been removed when he arrived at the hospital.

The person is already in the ICU, there's no need for further treatment.

Fu Chen got out of the car and put on the mask of a filial son.

At the entrance of the ward, Mr. Fu, dressed in a well-fitting Zhongshan suit, sat outside, while his private caregiver, who was supporting him, trembled.

"Master, I...we..."

Grandpa Fu suddenly slapped her across the face.

A hoarse voice said, "Shut up!"

The woman, nearing fifty, collapsed to the ground, covering her face and weeping, too afraid to utter another word.

Fu Chen stepped out of the elevator and witnessed this scene.

A faint smile flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment before he looked up and his gaze became concerned.

At almost the same time, Old Master Fu also noticed Fu Chen.

"You've arrived. Go in and see your father." The old man's stern voice softened immediately.

"Yes."

Fu Chen gestured to Chen Yan: "Help Grandpa and Aunt Jiang to the rest room."

Pushing open the door to the intensive care unit, Fu Yancheng lay on the hospital bed, his hair shaved off, a ventilator inserted into his nose, surrounded by doctors from the Fu family.

"President Fu."

Fu Chen approached: "Speak."

"Your father suffered a severe head injury and serious misalignment of his thoracic vertebrae when he fell, caused by a stone hitting the back of his head."

The doctor looked up, his tone somber: "We have completed all the examinations and can tell you definitively that your father is highly likely to suffer from lifelong high-level paralysis, unable to stand or walk, and will lose the ability to move independently, requiring him to rest in bed."

After hearing this, Fu Chen showed no shock or sadness whatsoever.

He simply stared quietly at Fu Yancheng, who was still unconscious on the hospital bed, his tone as calm as that of a stranger.

"Thank you for your hard work, doctor."

Is there any possibility of recovery?

The doctor assumed he was concerned about whether his father still had a chance to stand up again, and automatically ignored his extremely cold tone.

"I'm sorry, but with current medical technology, this is irreversible damage."

Fate played a cruel trick on him; the obstacle he was supposed to remove himself was thus rendered useless.

He nodded slightly, his voice indifferent: "Thank you for your hard work."

Several doctors, having just endured Mr. Fu's furious outburst, were already preparing to resign.

Surprisingly, President Fu did not blame them.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the intensive care unit.

"I was terrified. I've never been this nervous even when I'm handling a scalpel."

"I think President Fu is so heartbroken that he can't speak. It's really pitiful."

"Being rich isn't easy. When your loved ones are lying in a hospital bed, you can't show them your vulnerability. Sigh."

.......

Fu Chen, who appeared heartbroken in everyone's eyes, stood in front of the hospital bed, looking down at Fu Yancheng, who was lying in bed.

There was not a trace of worry or sorrow in his dark eyes.

He had long planned to remove this insurmountable obstacle in his life.

Isn't this a sign that fate is on his side?

He suppressed the urge to unplug the ventilator, leaned close to his ear, and slowly smiled, saying, "Father, I will have Mother take good care of you."

After saying that, Fu Chen left the ward decisively without a trace of regret.

The man, unable to move on the hospital bed, opened his mouth as if to speak, but could only utter a hoarse, weak sound.

His eyes widened in horror, fear gripping his entire body.

Chen Yan, who was waiting outside the monitoring room, immediately stepped forward, lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"Mr. Fu, we have investigated and found out."

Mr. Fu got drunk at the club tonight and ran into the old man and Caregiver Jiang when he got home...

Chen Yan didn't finish his sentence, but those who understood, understood.

Fu Chen didn't stop walking, his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent: "Continue."

"Then the two started arguing on the spot, and in their panic, they didn't notice the viewing pool behind them."

Adding to his woes, he had drunk too much and slipped... By the time he was taken to the hospital, he was already unable to move.

After Chen Yan finished speaking, he didn't dare to breathe loudly and looked up to see President Fu's reaction.

Tsk, who would have thought that the son she doted on her whole life would be ruined by her own hands.

Fu Chen composed himself and pushed open the door to the private family rest room.

Old Master Fu was shrewd and dignified throughout his life.

Even though he caused his own son to become paralyzed and bedridden, he still maintained the dignity of Chairman Fu.

Upon seeing Fu Chen enter, he spoke first.

"Your father got into this mess because he was drunk. Now that he's done this, the company absolutely must not let anyone know."

Your marriage to the Zhao family is imminent; you can't afford any mishaps at this time.

Fu Chen said calmly, "Yes, I will take over the projects under Father's management, so Grandpa won't have to worry about it."

Now that you're older, you really need to take good care of your health.

Although Fu Chen's last sentence was addressed to Old Master Fu, his gaze was fixed on the caregiver beside him.

The implication in the words was so clear it was almost obvious.

With Fu Yancheng gone, Fu Chen has firmly grasped the lifeline of the entire Fu family. No matter how capable Old Master Fu is, he still needs to have the fate to succeed.

It's time to settle those accounts.

Leaving the hospital, Fu Chen strode into the Maybach.

Chen Yan, sitting in the driver's seat, reported on Ruan Qing's movements.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Ruan went to the Public Security Bureau today for DNA blood collection... She will meet with He Xunnan at the International Building tomorrow."

Fu Chen frowned: "Tsk, make sure to clear out your evenings."

It's time to pull the leash back in.