This is not a VIP ward, but a regular one.
Before entering, Tang Xi asked the nurse outside, who said the patient was brought in at midnight yesterday, suffering from a headache.
Tang Xi naturally knew about Fu Tingzhou’s recurring headaches and his frequent use of pain relief medication.
Sometimes the pain was so severe that ordinary painkillers couldn’t control it.
This was a post-traumatic complication he developed after a car accident-induced amnesia.
At this moment, Fu Tingzhou was awake, but resting quietly in bed.
Tang Xi by his side, Fu Tingzhou could naturally sense her presence.
This woman, though she typically didn’t wear perfume, carried a natural and sweet fragrance.
The moment she approached, he could feel it.
Of the four bottles, the second one was finished, and Tang Xi changed the medication.
"How do you feel now, does it still hurt?"
The woman’s voice was gentle, betraying her professional habit.
Fu Tingzhou did not respond to her but closed his eyes instead.
Tang Xi asked again, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"
She glanced around, and it didn’t look like he had eaten breakfast.
Fu Tingzhou did not respond, and Tang Xi took out her cell phone to call Shen Duan.
Shen Duan said that breakfast had been ordered and would arrive in ten minutes.
About ten minutes later, a knock sounded at the ward door, Tang Xi went to open it, and took the breakfast from the delivery person.
Two light porridges, two side dishes, and steamed dumplings.
Tang Xi opened the takeaway box and laid out the dishes one by one.
Then she raised the head of the bed, and Fu Tingzhou, unable to keep his eyes shut, woke up. Seeing him awake, Tang Xi said, "Let’s have breakfast."
Fu Tingzhou pressed a hand to his brow; he had drunk alcohol last night, and his stomach felt uncomfortable, his throat somewhat scorched. His voice was particularly hoarse right now, "I don’t want to eat."
"How can you not eat anything."
As she spoke, Tang Xi picked up a bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to his lips, "Come on, open your mouth."
Fu Tingzhou was taken aback.
It seemed he hadn’t expected her to feed him directly.
A moment of shock mixed with reluctant acceptance, he instinctively turned his face slightly.
Tang Xi, "The porridge is tasty, and it’s bland. You’ve been on an IV drip since you woke up, which isn’t good for your stomach. Eat something to line it; I’ve asked the doctor, they said you could be discharged tomorrow."
After being fed the porridge to his lips, Fu Tingzhou took a sip.
She fed him spoonful by spoonful, and soon the bowl of porridge was finished.
Tang Xi tenderly pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth corners.
She was the picture of a caring personal assistant.
There were two bowls of porridge, but Tang Xi had eaten breakfast already.
Fu Tingzhou watched her, a cold laugh appearing at the corner of his mouth.
This woman was so desperate last night, yet today her demeanor had completely changed.
"When you were feeding me porridge just now, were you cursing me in your heart, wishing I were dead so you could finally be free with our daughter?"
As Tang Xi was cleaning up the plastic meal containers on the table, she heard his words and looked up, "I’ve thought about it, but not just now." She looked at him, "I’ve considered escaping your control with our daughter, but I’ve never wished for your death."
Fu Tingzhou’s pupils contracted slightly.
After half a minute, he said, "Even if I were to die, I wouldn’t let Tangtang be taken away from me."
Tang Xi paused in her cleaning, then looked up, forcing a smile, "Fu Tingzhou, can’t we just, communicate normally between us? Does it always have to be a matter of life and death?"
"Alright, let’s communicate properly. I won’t give up my daughter’s custody. I have superior conditions to offer Tangtang a better life than you can."
Tang Xi knew he would say this.
"There’s indeed a huge gap between us. It’s better for Tangtang to live with you. But what if you have a new family, new children in the future? Will you still be so good to Tangtang? What will you do if your future wife can’t accept my daughter? Fu Tingzhou, she’s your daughter; you can’t just watch her get mistreated."
"You don’t need to worry about the future. I won’t let anyone hurt my daughter."
Tang Xi clenched her teeth, "I can be obedient, follow all your orders, agree to all your conditions, and I can leave our daughter with you, but I need you to give Tangtang a guarantee. I need you to sign an agreement, I want you to give Tangtang 10% of the Fu Corporation’s shares."
Fu Tingzhou scrutinized her, "You are indeed clever."
"If President Fu agrees, I can leave our daughter with you." As Tang Xi uttered these words, her hand was clenched tightly, her fingernails digging painfully into her palm, causing her great pain, yet she behaved as if she couldn’t feel a thing, like someone numb.