Spoiled Sparrow

Her memory was instantly pulled back to the day Su Jiaojiao set the fire.

I was so caught up in the chaos and grief at the time, why didn't I notice how badly he was injured?

Ruan Qing lowered her head and stared at Fu Chen, who was fast asleep.

"Doctor, is he alright?"

"He's out of immediate danger. He'll be under observation for another three hours. Once his vital signs stabilize, he'll be safe."

The doctor put down the medication and took off his gloves.

He looked at Ruan Qing earnestly and advised, "President Fu's body can't take any more stress right now. The car accident wasn't just about external injuries; the internal injuries are the real problem. If he loses control of his emotions tonight and his body can't keep up, he'll need to be resuscitated. If this continues, even a miracle won't be able to save him."

It was perfectly normal for the doctor to say these things from his perspective, but Ruan Qing always felt that there was something unspoken in his eyes.

Even the way his assistants looked at her was meaningful.

Ruan Qingzhen hoped she was overthinking it. She pointed to herself and asked, "Losing control of your emotions? It's not because of... me, is it?"

The expressions on everyone's faces seemed to say: Who else?

She pressed, "Why?"

She didn't do anything today, except refuse to have dinner with him.

Is that all it is?

The doctor shook his head: "This is Mr. Fu's privacy. You should ask him yourself."

After they finished speaking, they recorded Fu Chen's various physical measurements and left the bedroom, leaving only her and Fu Chen alone.

After closing the door, Ruan Qing muttered to herself, "He's really carefree, just leaving me here like this... I'm his ex-girlfriend, isn't he afraid I'll just pull out his oxygen tube?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Chen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers twitched gently.

She was so busy talking that she didn't see it.

"I never imagined I'd be sitting in front of your hospital bed looking at you like this. You know what, you look pretty good."

Ruan Qing reached out, her warm fingertips touching his cold face.

"Why is it so cold?"

She stood up, took a wool blanket, and gently covered his chest: "You shouldn't be cold now, right?"

Even though she knew he couldn't hear her and wouldn't reply, she kept talking.

Perhaps it is precisely because he cannot hear that he is able to speak some things.

"Why did you leave such a big company to come here, and why are you in such poor health?"

"I just don't know if your injury... went anywhere?"

As she spoke, she blushed and said, "Oh well, it's not my turn to use it anyway, so let it get hurt."

She propped her face up with her hands and talked to herself, while the person on the bed was already flushed.

"Brother Fu Chen".

A long-lost form of address.

Ruan Qing propped her head up with one hand and gently took his hand with the other: "I have a home now. My parents treat me very well. I'm not an unwanted child."

The person on the bed frowned slightly, not daring to make any obvious movements.

The girl's hot, wet tears dripped onto the back of his hand, slowly spreading and seeping into his bones.

His heart pounded, and the readings on the monitor spiked.

"If you met my mother, you would definitely recognize her at a glance. I look a lot like her. It's like a preview of what I'll look like in middle age."

Her voice was tinged with a sob, but Fu Chen could sense her smile.

She lay on the bed and talked a lot about her parents and shared her studio.

The sound grew softer and softer until it became just shallow breathing.

Fell asleep.

Fu Chen opened his eyes, unable to bear pulling away the hand she had been using as a pillow.

The IV needle on the back of his hand was pressed into his flesh by her face, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he was glad that she was still willing to stay close to him.

He gently turned his head, raised his right hand, and carefully wiped away her tears.

Recalling what she had just said, he wavered in his decision for the first time.

He withdrew his hand, covered his mouth and nose, and coughed lightly twice. The person who was lightly asleep immediately raised his head and became fully alert.

Ruan Qing looked at him with concern: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." His voice sounded extremely weak.

She glanced at the surrounding medical equipment and said, "Wait here, I'll go get the doctor."

Just as she stood up, a large hand grabbed her wrist, causing Fu Chen to lean forward and let out a muffled groan.

"No, don't go."

The tubes on his body were pulled forward as he moved, and Ruan Qing immediately sat back down.

"Okay, okay, I won't leave. You should lie back down now."

She quickly picked up the pipes and put them back in their original positions, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Seeing Fu Chen lie down again, she pointed to the things and asked, "Are you sure you don't need to call a doctor to come and take a look?"

Fu Chen's lips curled into a smile: "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to die with you here."

What kind of time is this to say such things?

Ruan Qing didn't indulge him: "If you really die, don't come back to haunt me."

He laughed out loud, a sound he hadn't heard in a long time: "Little fox, can't you wish me well for once? You're already thinking about inheriting my fortune?"

The old nickname bridged the distance Ruan Qing had been deliberately maintaining, and she retorted, "Tch~ Your inheritance wouldn't even be mine in eight lifetimes."

"So lacking in confidence?"

......

Fu Chen recalled the day he woke up after the car accident.

The whole world was completely unfamiliar to him. He could only recognize the faces of everyone in front of him; he didn't know who was who or what had happened to them in the past.

Fortunately, it was only temporary amnesia, and an hour later he remembered everyone and everything.

He was never afraid of death, but this time, he was terrified.

If he really died in that car accident, what should Ruan Qing do?

That very night, after waking up, he secretly called his lawyer and made his will in the ICU.

"Mr. Fu, are you sure?"

The lawyer paused, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Fu Chen closed his eyes, his breath weak yet incredibly resolute, with no possibility of change.

"Okay, do as I say."

If he were to die, at least she could live a worry-free life with his money, without having to depend on anyone. She could spend her whole life throwing money around.

If she gets married someday, consider this as part of her dowry.

Spending his money for a lifetime, isn't that a kind of eternal companionship?

As long as she thinks of him every time she spends money, that's enough.

......

"Tch, I'm not the kind of woman who's delusional."

Fu Chen chuckled softly, offering no explanation, but looking firmly into her eyes: "Don't worry, you'll have more money than you can spend in your lifetime."

How could he so solemnly utter the most beautiful love words in the world?

Money is more tangible than vows of eternal love.

Unfortunately, relying solely on words without any evidence is like eating a pie in the sky.

Ruan Qing offered him a false promise: "Don't worry, when you get old, I'll apply for a job as a caregiver at a nursing home, and then threaten you to leave your inheritance to me. If you don't comply, I'll beat you up."

As I spoke, I could already picture it in my mind.

Just thinking about that scene is exhilarating.

She imagined it in her mind, and couldn't hide the smile on her face; she laughed out loud.

Seeing her like this, Fu Chen thought she was so happy to hear that she had endless money that she went crazy. He smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows proudly at her.

"Why are you so happy?"

"Of course! Just thinking about how you're old and can't move, and I'll bully you makes me laugh, hahaha..."