Spoiled Sparrow

Yu Jing was stunned by his low-pitched voice.

Turning around and walking back to the dressing room, she looked at Ruan Qing standing upright in front of the mirror and couldn't help but feel sorry for her: "President Fu had to leave because of something. He told us to wait."

Her expectations were dashed. Ruan Qing turned around and, still wearing the smile she had prepared, said to Yu Jing, "Oh, then take a picture of me and I'll change."

"Aren't we going to wait?"

Yu Jingming clearly saw that her eyes were full of expectation just now.

Ruan Qing smiled and lowered her head, slightly hiding her disappointment: "Never mind him, let's change."

"it is good."

Yu Jing noticed her change in mood and didn't try to persuade her any further: "Give me your phone, I'll take the picture for you."

Ruan Qing's smile froze on her face. After a pause, she said, "My phone isn't here. Use yours to take the picture."

"no problem."

Yu Jing immediately realized that President Fu must have taken away her phone.

She took out her phone, adjusted it to the best angle, and took over a hundred photos of her, including a photo of the two of them together.

"It's done. Take a look. Mark the ones you like, and I'll send them to you later."

"Okay, thank you, Director Yu."

Yu Jing waved her hand: "Don't call me Director Yu anymore. We're not on set now. I'm a few years older than you, just call me Sister Yu. That's what everyone calls me."

"Okay, Sister Yu."

Yu Jing packed her things and said, "I'll be going now. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

Ruan Qing smiled and said, "I'll definitely contact you if I need anything, but you probably can't leave now. This door is locked on both sides, and only Fu Chen can open it."

Yu Jing had forgotten about that, and she and Ruan Qing stared at each other blankly: "..."

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basement.

The family doctor pressed on Fu Yancheng's chest, and the medical monitoring equipment emitted a piercing, life-threatening beep.

Aunt Liu helped the frightened Lan Yin back into her wheelchair.

Hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and everyone's eyes were drawn to Fu Chen who had arrived.

One of the doctors stepped forward: "Mr. Fu, your father is being resuscitated, and his condition is not optimistic."

"What exactly happened?"

The doctor stammered, then looked at Aunt Liu: "Your father said that Madam wanted to... harm him."

Aunt Liu stepped forward, pointed at the doctor, and said angrily, "Mr. Fu, they're framing me!"

Fu Chen looked at Lan Yin, who had no expression on her face: "Assistant Zhang, check the surveillance footage."

"Yes."

Fu Chen walked to Fu Yancheng's bedside and looked at him lying on the bed with a pale face and various tubes inserted into his body.

The doctors are working tirelessly to save the patient.

He turned and stood in front of Lan Yin: "Mother, please go back and rest."

"Need not."

Lan Yin's cold gaze was fixed on the hospital bed, a stark contrast to her demeanor when facing Ruan Qing at noon.

Her tone was icy as she said calmly, "If he's going to die now, I want to watch him breathe his last right here."

Everyone around was shocked by Lan Yin's words, and their eyes subconsciously turned to the person in the wheelchair.

This family of three are all ruthless.

"Mr. Fu, the surveillance footage has been retrieved."

Fu Chen reached out and took the iPad from Assistant Zhang, which showed the surveillance footage of the incident.

In the video, Lan Yin is holding onto the handrail by the hospital bed, standing in front of Fu Yancheng, which just happens to block his face.

Lan Yin raised her hands and reached for Fu Yancheng's neck. Within three seconds, the person on the hospital bed began to tremble violently.

Lan Yin withdrew her hand, but was pushed away by the trembling Fu Yancheng. She lost her footing and fell straight backward, but fortunately, Aunt Liu caught her before she fell and protected her head.

Fu Chen dragged the progress bar back and watched it several times. At the crucial moment, Lan Yin blocked Fu Yancheng with her body.

He approached, his gaze falling on Fu Yancheng's neck, where a dark red pinch mark was clearly visible.

Half a minute later, the indicators of all the monitoring instruments returned to normal.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Mr. Fu, you're out of danger."

Lan Yin scoffed and said in front of everyone, "It seems even the King of Hell isn't willing to let him off so easily."

Fu Chen looked at the crowd who dared not raise their heads and said, "You can all leave now. You've worked hard."

Fu Yancheng, who had just escaped life-threatening danger, struggled to open his eyes and opened his mouth with all his might.

"Fu Chen... tell me to die..."

His eyes were fierce, but his words carried a pleading tone.

The eldest son of the Fu family, who had lived a carefree life, is now lying motionless in a hospital bed.

He felt like he was living a life worse than death.

Lan Yin, supporting herself with Aunt Liu's strength, looked down at him, gritting her teeth: "Death? You've committed so many evils, even God won't take you."

Fu Yancheng closed his eyes, unwilling to look into her eyes.

His lips trembled as he said, "Son... let me die peacefully, son."

Fu Chen stared at his face, and all sorts of memories from the past came flooding back to him.

He smiled and said, "Father, I'm getting married, and you haven't attended my wedding yet."

Fu Yancheng's tone softened slightly: "You've finally matured. The Zhao family and we are a good match. You should know that we're all doing this for your own good."

The Zhao family's century-old legacy is something that ordinary wealthy people cannot compare to.

The Zhao family will eventually be controlled by Zhao Xiyao. She is a woman, and even if she has a child, the child will still bear the surname Fu. It's only a matter of time before the Zhao family is taken over by the Fu family.

It seems my son has finally come to his senses.

Fu Chen: "After my wedding with Ruan Qing, I will definitely bring her to see you."

"Who...who are you talking about?"

Fu Yancheng was immediately overcome with anger, his chest heaving violently.

He wanted to hit someone but couldn't control his body; he even felt like dying.

"Do you know that what you're doing will harm the Fu family, and the Zhao family won't let you off the hook!"

Fu Chen scoffed: "I'm not you."

"Father, please get some rest."

"Mother, I won't disturb you any longer. You two can talk."

Fu Yancheng roared, "You unfilial son, I should have strangled you back then!"

Behind him, Fu Yancheng was shouting and cursing. He walked back to Ruan Qing's room.

Yu Jing had already packed her things: "Mr. Fu, how am I going to get back?"

Fu Chen glanced at Ruan Qing: "Where are your clothes?"

Ruan Qing looked up: "It's not appropriate."

"Make the changes tonight and send it over tomorrow night."

Yu Jing met Fu Chen's fierce gaze and tensed up: "Fine..."

"You can go now; someone will take you home."

"Okay, okay."

After Yu Jing left, Ruan Qing could tell that Fu Chen was in a bad mood, but she didn't go over to comfort him. Instead, she quietly nestled on the sofa and watched him silently.

"What are you looking at?" His voice turned cold.

Who has upset him again?

"I think you should see a psychologist. Is this a common problem among domineering CEOs? Your emotions are so unstable."

He laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice: "Them? Who else?"

Ruan Qing waved her hand and explained, "This is just an overview."

"Is that so? I thought you were talking about your good brother." His words were barbed.

Ruan Qing sat up straight, her tone slightly harsh: "What do you mean by that?"

Fu Chen's eyes instantly clouded over with an unfathomable gloom: "You're still with me, but your heart is already with him?"