Spoiled Sparrow

"How is that possible?"

Half a month ago, Chen Yan sent people to Country Y to investigate He Xunnan's past.

At the time, no information about his parents could be found, and there were no photos of the two of them appearing together in public over the past decade.

Furthermore, the He family has always maintained that they have only one son and have never had a daughter.

but......

The resemblance is so strong that there's no need for a paternity test.

They're completely cut from the same mold.

Fu Chen recalled what Shen Zhaolan had said to him at the sanatorium that day, and the fragmented clues finally connected into a line.

He whispered, "Find a way to get them to do paternity tests. Then we'll know who these masked people really are."

Chen Yan: "Yes, Mr. Fu."

He stayed outside for as long as Ruan Qing was inside.

The sea breeze at dusk was biting and chilly, seeping into the gaps in my clothes.

Fu Chen sat in his wheelchair, his eyes fixed on the direction Ruan Qing had entered. The carefree and happy smile on her face was etched in his mind.

He rarely saw such a smile.

He instinctively clenched his fists: Had I really done something wrong?

The night wind grew stronger, and the damp sea breeze eroded his leg, which was covered in steel nails. The excruciating pain spread from his leg to his whole body along his nerves.

He was in so much pain that his face turned pale, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

Even so, his back remained ramrod straight as he stubbornly gazed at the villa where Ruan Qing was.

Chen Yan stood beside him, looking at his pale face, and whispered, "President Fu, the wind is too strong. Your legs can't take it. Let's go back and change your dressings and rest. We have people here to watch over you."

The sea breeze had been blowing here for three whole hours. Even a normal person would find it unbearable, let alone a patient who had just come out of the ICU.

"There's no need," he said in a hoarse, low voice.

Fu Chen remained stubborn, his eyes fixed on the villa without taking them off for a moment.

Seeing Ruan Qing and He Xun Nan living under the same roof filled him with indescribable feelings, and he inexplicably felt an urge to kill.

Just then, Chen Yan suddenly exclaimed.

"Mr. Fu, this—"

The villa's bright floor lamps lit up in time with Ruan Qing and He Xun Nan's footsteps, casting light and shadow on the floor-to-ceiling windows as the two stood very close together.

Fu Chen's heart stopped for a moment, but he suppressed his discomfort and continued watching the scene.

Ruan Qing leaned against the window, her slender figure fully visible.

He Xunnan stepped aside to block her view and leaned slightly closer to her.

Chen Yan, watching this scene, dared not breathe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Chen, whose neck veins bulged and whose dark eyes were tinged with crimson.

In the interplay of light and shadow, He Xunnan lowered his head, his cheek brushing against the corner of her lips...

It looked just like a tender, lingering kiss.

The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and all sounds disappeared, leaving only the deafening roar that broke through Fu Chen's defenses.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood without warning, then passed out.

"President Fu!"

"doctor!"

On the other side of the moonlight, He Xunnan straightened up and grabbed an insect near Ruan Qing's ear.

"The ecological environment here is excellent, so these small animals are unavoidable. Be careful."

Ruan Qing raised her hand and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Thank you, brother. I see it's getting late, so I'll head back now."

He Xunnan didn't try to stop him: "Okay, Uncle Zhang is waiting for you downstairs. Message me when you get home."

He stood in the light and shadow, watching Ruan Qing leave.

In the distance, a group of people hurriedly left.

He put his hands in his pockets, a smug smile playing on his lips.

This deliberately created mishap seems to have an audience.

He Xunan never expected that Fu Chen would abandon the entire Fu Group and chase after Ruan Qing here.

It's ridiculous. Why would you want to take Ruan Qing away from him?

Overestimating yourself; this isn't the capital.

......

The next morning, Ruan Qing got up very early, preparing to go to the studio to do some finishing work.

As they entered the elevator, two blonde beauties walking together whispered to each other.

"Did you hear? There was a guy covered in blood in the elevator last night. It was terrifying."

"No way, security here is that tight."

"He vomited blood on his own. It seems he had some terminal illness. He was sitting in a wheelchair at the time."

It's a pity, he's quite handsome, and I heard he has an Asian appearance.

"This is a Chinatown, it's normal to see Asian faces here..."

wheelchair?

Ruan Qing stepped forward and said with a smile, "Hi, is this the building we live in?"

The blonde woman was very outgoing and pulled Ruan Qing aside to repeat herself, until they parted ways at the gate of the residential area.

Another wheelchair, what a coincidence.

These past two days have really been tough on me, being stuck in my wheelchair.

After arriving at the studio, Ruan Qing received a call from Henry.

"Did you miss me, Miss Ruan?"

Huh, so young yet so greasy.

Ruan Qing put her phone aside and tidied up the decorations: "Okay, what is it?"

Henry often deals with "reserved" Chinese people and has long been desensitized to their indifference.

He began, "Ruan, I have high hopes for President Pei's project, but..."

"But President Pei is unwilling, right?" Ruan Qing spoke up for him, revealing the unspoken truth.

"yes......"

Henry: "But don't worry, I can recommend you to my brother. He'll definitely like your style. Are you interested?"

From the tone of his voice, you could almost see the raised eyebrows and winking expression on the other end of the phone.

Ruan Qing: "If you're interested, you can connect me for free?"

Henry chuckled twice, then borrowed an old saying and said in a refined manner, "A drop of water in need is repaid with a spring of water. How about you treat me to a meal?"

Ruan Qing was amused by his incoherent speech; this guy was actually a reliable friend.

"Okay, it's a deal."

*

Tianjing No.1

Fu Chen lay in bed, cared for by the accompanying medical team in shifts, without closing his eyes all night.

Chen Yan was extremely worried. He grabbed the attending physician and asked, "Why hasn't President Fu woken up yet? Can his body hold up? Does he need to return to China?"

Doctor: "Assistant Chen, don't worry. Overall, Mr. Fu's condition has improved."

Chen Yan's disbelief was written all over his face: "He's vomiting blood; he doesn't look any better."

The doctor calmly explained, "That's blood clots that have been accumulating since the car accident. Vomiting them out will actually help your body recover."

"I see." Chen Yan pointed to Fu Chen's leg, which was covered in steel nails. "When will Mr. Fu be able to stand up again?"

The doctor shook his head and sighed, "It could take anywhere from three months to a year, depending on the recovery."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

A short while later, Fu Chen, who had been sleeping in bed for a full 12 hours, coughed twice, and Chen Yan quickly brought the doctor over.

"It's nothing serious. You can sleep a little longer and let your body rest fully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chen tried to get up by propping himself up on the bed.

Chen Yan pressed him down: "President Fu, you need to rest."

Fu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his brows furrowed in a frown.

He smiled, but the smile was bitter.

He closed his eyes and softly hummed her name: "Ruan Qing, please give me another chance, okay?"