Spoiled Sparrow

Fu Chen looked down at her clumsy acting and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face.

He reached out his hand, and the servant tactfully brought the plate to his side.

Fu Chen withdrew his hands from around her waist, then lifted her up with both hands, allowing Ruan Qing to lean steadily against the headboard.

Open your mouth.

Fu Chen held the bowl of porridge with his well-defined fingers, and with his other hand he held a spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of crab porridge, and brought it to her lips.

Ruan Qing shrank back and said in a coquettish voice, "It's so hot~"

A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips without her even realizing it.

This bowl of porridge will get cold if left out any longer.

Fu Chen didn't expose her deliberately annoying little scheme, and directly pried open her lips: "Drink."

Ruan Qing, who had inadvertently let her guard down, almost choked. She coughed twice and said, "How can you feed someone like that!"

Fu Chen fed him spoonful after spoonful, and the food was soon gone.

He patiently wiped her mouth clean: "If you don't eat, you'll starve to death."

They were doing such gentle and considerate things, yet the words they said were so speechless.

Ruan Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

She raised her hand and poked him squarely in the chest: "Are you willing to do that?"

I can't bear to part with it.

Fu Chen looked away, stood up, and said indifferently, "Yes, I'm leaving."

just leave?

Ruan Qing took his hand, wrapped half her body around his arm, and pressed her face tightly against his arm.

She deliberately feigned a weak and helpless state, her voice soft and clingy: "Don't go, stay with me, okay?"

He was instantly paralyzed, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Seeing the young master's ambiguous look, the maid tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind her.

Fu Chen looked down at her tightly gripping hand and raised his hand to stroke her head.

"Stay here quietly, I'll come back tomorrow."

After saying that, he left.

He was afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, he would lose control of his desire and pounce on her.

But now, he has more important things to do.

Ruan Qing watched his departing figure and sadly lowered her head.

The moment the door closed, she propped herself up, wiped away the tears on her face, and all the grievances she had just felt vanished.

*

hospital.

Fu Yancheng lay motionless on the hospital bed, with his attending physician beside him.

Doctor: "Mr. Fu, your father's condition is currently unstable. I suggest he rest for a while longer, as there is a high risk of him being discharged now."

The doctor spoke politely, but his eyes betrayed obvious worry.

Fu Chen looked at Fu Yancheng, who was pale and weak on the hospital bed, with a cold expression, as if he were looking at a stranger.

His voice was calm, yet commanding: "Dr. Zhang, I don't think I need to explain anything further to you."

"But...Mr. Fu—"

The doctor frowned slightly and tried to dissuade him, but was interrupted by a look from Fu Chen.

"Discharge will be arranged immediately."

The doctor dared not say another word and could only nod silently in response.

Everyone present could see that he didn't care about the patient's safety at all.

At a single command, those below had no choice but to obey.

Fu Chen's gaze fell back on the man on the hospital bed, his dark eyes swirling with years of suppressed emotions.

He had promised his mother that he would personally deliver the person to her.

Now that Fu Yancheng is half-dead, it's the best opportunity.

Upon hearing the good news, Lan Yin's face lit up with joy. She had waited for over 20 years, and this day had finally come.

As Fu Yancheng, who was paralyzed in bed, was wheeled out of the ward, a deep sound of a cane striking the ground suddenly came from outside the corridor.

Grandpa Fu walked quickly over, supported by Aunt Jiang.

After a few days apart, his hair had turned completely white, and his once bright eyes had become cloudy.

He grabbed his cane and struck Fu Chen's leg hard: "Let's see who dares! Put him down!"

"Unfilial son!"

The old man, panting heavily, blocked the bedside, displaying the stern authority he had maintained for many years, and pointed at Fu Chen, cursing him.

"How dare you take your father away behind my back! Do you even respect me as your grandfather? Do you even care about the Fu family?"

The old man was so angry that he could hardly breathe, and his hand holding the cane was trembling.

On the contrary, Fu Chen watched the old man from the side with a calm and unwavering expression, showing no sign of backing down, and even with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He said calmly, "Grandpa, when Mother was sick, you and Father took her to the castle to recuperate for more than 20 years. Now Father is paralyzed in bed. If Mother takes care of him every day, he must be very happy."

He leaned close to Fu Yancheng's ear and whispered two words: "Right?"

Fu Yancheng, whose only movement is his facial expression, is on a ventilator and doesn't even have a chance to speak.

He strained to open his eyes wide, but only his eyelashes trembled.

Old Master Fu was so angry that he trembled all over. He reached out to hit him, but was blocked by the bodyguard next to Fu Chen.

His voice trembled with anxiety as he tried to appeal to their familial bond: "He's your biological father, are you really going to go this far?"

"He wronged my mother first." Fu Chen's eyes grew colder. "Grandpa, people always have to pay the price for their actions."

Fu Gaohong knew better than anyone what his son had done.

He watched helplessly as the group lifted his son from the hospital bed, a tightness gripping his chest, and he gripped his crutches weakly.

Fu Chen turned around and looked at the old man standing behind him: "Grandpa, I will take good care of Father, so please don't worry."

Fu Gaohong watched helplessly as his son was taken away by his grandson.

Aunt Jiang helped him up and whispered, "Brother Gao Hong, let's go. The young master is a filial son, and we'll definitely treat him well."

Fu Gaohong, panting heavily, veins bulging on his neck, said, "What do you know! He's gone too far..."

Those who followed him to build his fortune are either dead or lying in the ICU, barely clinging to life. He struggled his whole life, gaining both money and power, but no human connection.

The Fu family's company would belong to Fu Chen sooner or later, but I didn't expect him to be in such a hurry...

By the time the formalities were completed, it was already dark.

The black convoy slowly drove into the castle's iron gate, the commotion causing Ruan Qing inside to peek through the window.

A group of people dressed in white pushed a man out of a van. His hands were firmly strapped to the sides of the van, and he was wearing a respirator, obscuring his face.

There was a group of men in suits surrounding him; they didn't look like good people.

Ruan Qing's gaze quickly locked onto her familiar figure.

Fu Chen stood to one side, and although her expression was not visible, Ruan Qing inexplicably sensed his sadness from his lonely figure.

With such a grand entrance, who is this person?

This once-deserted castle has suddenly become quite "lively".

As Ruan Qing was pondering who was lying on the hospital bed, Fu Chen downstairs suddenly looked up and stared straight at the window.

Ruan Qing suddenly straightened up, her head hitting the wall lamp.

"Ouch, that hurts."

She rubbed her forehead, and when she came to her senses and looked again, the group of people downstairs had disappeared, leaving only traces on the snow.