Spoiled Sparrow

A gust of wind sneaked in through the window, brushing against her back, and she instinctively shivered.

Huh?

Since faking illness doesn't work, let's try being really sick.

However, not a single sharp object could be found here.

The windows were fixed in place, and the heating was kept at a constant temperature, so there was no chance of catching a cold.

Never mind, if there are no conditions, we'll create them; she's determined to get out.

She put on all the clothes she could wear, covered herself with a blanket, and wrapped herself up tightly.

He was sweating profusely from the stuffiness, so he quickly took off his clothes, stripped naked, and used a book to fan himself.

After struggling several times, she finally felt her head and face burning hot, and exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

On the other side of the castle, Fu Yancheng, on a stretcher, was pushed into the basement.

Aunt Liu pushed Lan Yin over to "greet" her husband.

Lan Yin put on a light blue dress and applied a little makeup. Even her usually pale and gloomy face showed a smile.

"Miss, you are just as beautiful as you were back then."

Lan Yin gently stroked her face, a faint smile in her eyes adding to her complexion.

She could see him as soon as she pushed open this door...

Lan Yin was fully prepared mentally. Fu Chen walked to her side and helped her push open the door.

Before going in, Fu Chen's deep voice rang out.

"Mother, can you look at me?"

Lan Yin was startled upon hearing this. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement to his request without saying a word.

But the moment her eyes fell on his face, a deep-seated physiological reaction surged into her heart.

She covered her mouth and refused to look at him.

It's so similar, that face...it looks so much like his father.

Lan Yin stopped looking up, and Fu Chen stopped speaking. He understood that his mother needed time, and more importantly, she needed a result.

During the 30 seconds she was pushed into the basement, Lan Yin's mind flashed back to the forbearance and grievances she had endured in the Fu family over the past decades.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she gripped the wheelchair, tears welling in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Her fingertips dug into her palm, and the excruciating pain kept her sane.

Today is a joyous day; she cannot cry.

Walking through the dimly lit corridor, a person lay in the middle of the hall.

The overhead light from the wall shone on his face, clearly illuminating his features.

He was no longer the young man he once was, but that biting chill still lingered around him.

Lan Yin strained to see him clearly, and a faint yet dazzling smile slowly crept onto her lips.

The man who ruined her life is now helplessly tied to a hospital bed.

The bitterness that had been building up for decades was finally released.

She couldn't stop sobbing, but having not spoken for decades, she couldn't even cry out loud.

"Fu...Yan...presents..."

She could only scream his name over and over again, her sobs tinged with a mixture of pleasure and despair.

Aunt Liu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but burst into tears.

She had been by Miss Lan's side since childhood, witnessing Lan Yin's carefree teenage years and accompanying her through her 30 years of depression.

She felt the same pain and torment that the young lady had endured over the years.

Fu Chen stood not far away, watching the mixture of sorrow and smile on his mother's face.

At that moment, he understood that his mother did not not love him, but only hated that he was the offspring of her enemy.

The person who caused this is lying there right now.

As for what happens next, let her decide.

*

Late at night, Fu Chen walked out of the basement alone.

Fine, white snowflakes fell outside, and the cold wind brushed against his face, silently carrying away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

He leaned against the cold wall, flicking a cigarette between his fingers.

Since Ruan Qing, a little fox who absolutely hates the smell of smoke, came into his life, he has gradually given up smoking.

Whenever he lit a cigarette in a fit of frustration, she would pounce on him like a puppy snatching food, snatching the cigarette from his mouth without a second thought and throwing it far away, not caring at all that he would be angry.

"If you smoke again, do you believe I'll hit you?"

"I won't kiss someone who smokes, and I refuse to let smokers sleep next to me..."

"Fu Chen! If you smoke again, I won't like you anymore!"

.......

At that time, he always jokingly referred to her as a descendant of Lin Zexu and a contemporary anti-smoking ambassador.

The smoke slowly drifted from his lips. He looked down and smiled faintly, wondering why he kept thinking about their past lately.

He snapped out of his daze, stubbed out his cigarette, and felt an indescribable melancholy welling up inside him.

Fu Yancheng was, after all, his biological father.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart as he was sent to his death by his own hand. The heavy weight of blood ties weighed on him, and even his breathing was filled with guilt.

But when he thought of his mother's pain accumulated over 30 years and the threatened lover... he did not regret making this choice.

Fu Chen wiped the snow off his shoulders and walked towards the castle.

He gently pushed open the heavy bronze door, and the warmth that rushed in dispelled the chill around him.

He looked toward the dim light and shadow and saw a naked person curled up on the spacious bed.

Clothes and bedding were piled up haphazardly around her, and Ruan Qing lay curled up in the middle, her fair skin exposed without any cover.

Fu Chen paused, the coldness in his eyes melting away like cream.

Instead, there was a look of helplessness mixed with doting affection.

Having failed to feign weakness, she's now starting to act coy?

His heart softened, and he decided to reward the little fox for its thoughtfulness.

He took off his coat, slowed his pace, and approached slowly.

The moment my fingertips touched her cheek, a burning heat filled my palm.

He leaned down slightly and placed his palm on her forehead.

This isn't sleeping peacefully; this person is already unconscious from a high fever.

He immediately dialed his private doctor's number: "Come right now."

Fu Chen took out clean clothes from the wardrobe and carefully dressed her. When his fingertips touched that spot, the sleeping person frowned slightly.

His voice was deep and hoarse: "How old are you? You still don't know when to sleep?"

......

Snowflakes drifted down from the window and landed on Dong Chenye's head.

He received a call from Fu Chen in the middle of the night and rushed over despite the heavy snow, carrying a medicine box.

It's the middle of the night, you don't even need to think to know who the patient is.

Dong Chenye was led upstairs by a servant, where Fu Chen was already waiting outside.

"Look, it's burning badly."

Dong Chenye didn't have time to calculate the bill; he skillfully took out a thermometer and checked her condition.

"It's nothing serious, just a fever."

Fu Chen lowered his voice and said, "That's all?"

Dong Chenye said calmly, "Yeah, don't worry, I won't die."

Fu Chen frowned, his eyes turning cold. He grabbed Dong Chenye by the collar and asked, "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? This is exactly what I mean!"

Dong Chenye pulled his hand away: "Fu Chen, we've known each other for so many years, have you ever considered me when you do things?"

Fu Chen asked, puzzled, "What do you mean? Explain yourself."

Dong Chenye silently packed his medicine box, squeezing out a single sentence from his throat.

"Yun En and I broke up."