Spoiled Sparrow

She shook her head, trying to see who the person was, but the figures overlapped, and her vision was out of control.

Ruan Qing felt unsteady on her feet and took two steps back while holding onto the wall.

"Why is it this wheelchair again? Am I being targeted by something dirty...?"

As she muttered to herself, her vision gradually cleared, and a familiar profile came into view. In an instant, a name popped into her confused mind.

"Fu Chen?"

"How could that be?"

She leaned against the wall and walked forward. The next second, her gaze fell on the ground, and the drunkenness in her body immediately subsided by more than half.

"what!"

Five or six burly white men lay sprawled on the ground. Two of them were already motionless, while the rest were writhing in pain on the ground, clutching their wounds.

Ruan Qing's breath hitched, and the painful groans in her ears gradually became clearer.

She walked forward shakily, only to find that the person in the wheelchair was looking down, clutching his abdomen in pain and breathing heavily, with bloodstains splattered on his white shirt.

Alcohol numbed her senses; she didn't have time to think about why things were like this, and instinctively rushed forward.

"Fu Chen?"

She was eager to confirm her suspicions, and a strong sense of unease gripped her.

How could he be like this...?

Impossible, this must be a dream.

Ruan Qing swayed as she walked to his wheelchair and squatted down. The dim light blurred his expression, but she would never forget that face.

Just as she was about to speak, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded behind her.

She turned her head at the sound, and two dark figures were already approaching, raising the iron rods they were holding and swinging them at her.

His mind went blank for a moment, his vision went black, his limbs went limp, and before he could even scream, he passed out.

In the instant before she closed her eyes, she saw a figure pull her into an embrace, and heard a muffled thud in her ear.

......

"don't want!"

Ruan Qing woke up from a nightmare, panting heavily, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

She touched the blanket, looked up and saw the white walls of the house, and frowned.

"It can't be a dream, right?"

As Ruan Qing spoke, she made a phone call to Henry.

The phone rang for only one second before the other party answered.

"Henry, how did I get home last night?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and he sounded like he hadn't woken up yet.

"I'll take you home. You drank too much last night and almost slept on the roadside."

Henry spoke with great certainty, but her doubts grew stronger.

After hanging up the phone, she deliberately tried to recall the previous night, and a few fragments played back and forth in her mind.

What a coincidence that wheelchair-bound man keeps appearing around her!

But if it were him, how could he have become like this?

Ruan Qing glanced at the time. She guessed that Lin Yun'en hadn't woken up yet, and besides, she had asked her before and received the reply that she was in China.

She stood up, her head still feeling a little dizzy.

I went to the living room, got a glass of warm water, drank it all in one gulp, put on my clothes, and went out.

"The navigation signal is terrible."

Ruan Qing followed the navigation on her phone and arrived at a mobile phone store.

As soon as I entered, the shop assistant greeted me with a smile.

"Madam, what would you like to order?"

Ruan Qing looked around and walked up to the shop owner. "Could you please get me an Android phone, the kind that can access social media right away?"

The shop owner, an elderly man wearing glasses, joked, "Then you can use my phone; you can watch it now."

Thanks.

Ruan Qing was so eager to confirm that she actually took his phone as he had jokingly said.

Before the shop owner could react, the phone was already in Ruan Qing's hands.

She immediately typed Fu Chen's name into the search engine.

The page popped up quickly.

[The marriage agreement between Fu and Zhao has been dissolved]

A horrific car accident occurred on the way to the airport, resulting in one fatality.

[The owner of the supercar is suspected to be Fu Chen, president of the Fu Group]

[Major shareholder changes within the Fu Group: Will the top echelons of Beijing's elite circle succumb to the three-generation prophecy?]

The shop owner noticed that she didn't look well and worried that if she fainted in the shop, he would be at a loss and they would try to extort money from her.

"Why don't you sit down on a chair?"

"No need..." Ruan Qing placed her phone on the counter, lost in thought.

She casually bought a cell phone and walked out the door, feeling its weight on her shoulders.

Although the information online wasn't official, considering everything that had happened in the past few days, she had no choice but to believe it.

If what happened last night is true, where is he now?

On the way back, He Xunnan called.

She answered the phone absentmindedly, "Feed."

He Xunnan's voice on the other end carried a hint of judgment: "Where are you?"

Ruan Qing was upset and preoccupied with the events of the previous night, so she had no intention of answering his question.

He Xun Nan asked three times before she finally replied, "What's wrong? On my way home."

He Xun Nan frowned on the other end of the phone, trying his best to control his breathing: "The family reunion is scheduled for next week. Let me know when you confirm the time."

Ruan Qing finally focused her attention on the phone call: "Okay, thank you, brother. I'll let you know when I've arranged the time."

"Um."

"I'll hang up now, I have some things to take care of."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

He Xunan gripped his phone tightly with his fingertips, as if he was about to explode at any moment.

As soon as he arrived, you were so eager to abandon me?

He put down his phone, his eyes fixed on the woman tied to the chair, his gaze fierce: "Who gave you the audacity to touch her?!"

"Ha, He Xunnan, she doesn't care about you at all. Why are you deceiving yourself?"

Pei Yifei laughed wildly: "If she knew what kind of person you were, she'd probably be so scared she'd hide in that man's arms, right?"

"Shut up!"

......

As Ruan Qing walked back to her residence, the ascending elevator seemed to lift her heart, leaving her breathless and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

In the fleeting moment when the light flickered, she remembered someone.

That blonde neighbor, the beautiful woman who knows all the gossip, I think I heard her mention in the elevator last time that the man who vomited blood lives in this building.

She quickly took out her phone and found her Facebook page.

Honey, sorry to bother you, but there's something I wanted to ask you...

*

Fu Chen lay on the bed, surrounded by various medical monitoring instruments.

His eyes were closed and his face was pale.

The iron bar he bravely blocked last night has further damaged his already weakened body, leaving the doctor shaking his head in disbelief.

Everyone stayed up all night, keeping a close eye on Fu Chen's vital signs, not daring to be careless for a moment.

The doctor took off his mask, his brows furrowed, and pulled Chen Yan to the side.

His tone was extremely grave: "President Fu's current physical condition can no longer withstand any more strain."

"The wound with the internal steel pin in my left leg was already unstable, and I should have rested during the recovery period. This time, they forcibly tore the already healed wound open. If this continues, even if Hua Tuo were alive again, these legs would be ruined."

This was the first time the attending physician had said such harsh words. As a doctor with a compassionate heart, he simply couldn't bear to see the patient was abusing his body like this.

Chen Yan stood there with his head down, filled with anxiety but powerless to do anything.

He understands the reasoning, but he simply can't stop them.

He looked at the unconscious man on the bed and felt a pang of sadness.

"Don't worry, I will keep a close eye on President Fu and this will not happen again."

The doctor composed himself and solemnly instructed again, "You must rest in bed for at least a week."

"Okay, thank you, doctor. You've worked hard."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a rapid knocking on the door.

Everyone inside immediately became alert.

Chen Yan shushed everyone, signaling them to be quiet, and quietly walked to the door, looking through the peephole.

!!!

How could it be her?