His vision was engulfed in red, blood streaming down from a wound on his forehead, and Fu Tingzhou fell into a brief dizziness.
Meanwhile, a kind-hearted passerby knocked on the window to ask if he was alright.
The man’s ears were ringing.
It seemed like Tang Xi’s face flashed before his eyes, and Fu Tingzhou slowly, tremulously reached out his hand trying to capture this fleeting image, but finally, his eyelids grew heavy, and he lost consciousness.
"Hey, sir, are you okay?" The passerby was somewhat panicked. Seeing that Fu Tingzhou had fainted, the woman immediately took out her phone and dialed for emergency services. Soon after, Fu Tingzhou was taken to the hospital.
Guan Yue received the news and rushed to the hospital immediately.
Fu Tingzhou had already been admitted to a ward and was still unconscious.
At the entrance of the ward, a young woman sat, looking around twenty years old, with her hair tied in a ponytail. Guan Yue approached, "You must be Miss Song, thank you for saving Mr. Fu, here’s my business card. If you need anything, please contact me."
Song Siran stood up and replied, "I just happened to be passing by. His injuries aren’t too severe but he has a concussion from hitting his head."
Guan Yue nodded, "Thank you. It’s late, Miss Song, you can go back now. Or would you like me to arrange a car to take you home?"
Song Siran shook her head, "No need, I live nearby and followed the ambulance here."
She took a few steps forward, then turned around and looked at Guan Yue, asking, "Can I... can I see Mr. Fu again?"
Guan Yue’s eyebrow quirked slightly; she looked at the girl with flushed cheeks before her, seemingly guessing the girl’s thoughts. However, she did not have the heart to refuse, after all, this young woman had saved Mr. Fu. She subtly nodded her head.
Song Siran pushed open the door of the ward and stepped inside. Glancing at the man lying on the hospital bed, under the gentle light, the man wore an oxygen mask, his eyes firmly closed, with bruises and scratches on his forehead, but his extraordinary handsomeness was captivating. Song Siran bit her lip lightly, her heart fluttering.
Watching Song Siran leave, Guan Yue entered the room. She and Xu Ze were both assistants to Fu Tingzhou, and had worked closely with him for many years. Now, seeing the man lying on the hospital bed, Guan Yue sighed.
As she saw his arm laid out, Guan Yue bent down to put his hand under the blanket, and at that moment, she suddenly noticed there seemed to be something in Fu Tingzhou’s clenched fist.
Guan Yue paused for a moment.
She wanted to pry open Fu Tingzhou’s hand, but it was clenched tight.
Fu Tingzhou’s eyes opened the next morning.
Thanks to the airbag providing protection, his injuries were not serious, but a head injury had caused some dizziness when he awoke. Sitting up, he gripped something in the palm of his hand, unfolded his fingers, and upon seeing the White Jade Pendant, his expression became absent-minded.
Guan Yue, holding breakfast, stood at the door upon entering, her lips tightening slightly as she saw the object in his hand.
This Jade Pendant held a significant meaning to Mr. Fu; it had been missing since the earthquake in Ningjiang City.
Everyone, including Guan Yue, thought it must have been lost in the ruins or perhaps on Su Mengshu—who saved Mr. Fu.
Who would have thought...
This Jade Pendant was in Tang Xi’s possession.
Meaning, it was Tang Xi who saved Mr. Fu in the earthquake ruins.
Guan Yue didn’t know what to say to comfort Fu Tingzhou. Not often did she see such a powerful man like him reveal his vulnerabilities, but at this moment, she saw helplessness, frailty, and pain in this man.
Tears filled his eyes, reddened eyelids, and a slender back.
Enduring, suppressed emotions.
All were present on Fu Tingzhou.
Guan Yue didn’t dare go further; she gently and quietly closed the door.
Over an hour passed before Guan Yue knocked and entered the room.
"Mr. Fu, this is your breakfast for today. The doctor said you have a head injury, so you should eat something light."
"Guan Yue, get in touch with Xu Ze, have him come over. For the next few days, you take care of those matters with the old directors of the Fu Corporation. If those old bastards are willing to spit out their shares, give them a chance, those who don’t, find a way to deal with them without mercy," instructed Fu Tingzhou.
"Yes." Guan Yue always followed Fu Tingzhou’s orders to the letter.
Fu Tingzhou’s brow was tightly furrowed, "There’s one more thing—investigate Su Mengshu. I want detailed information."