Time ticked away second by second, and suddenly Tang Xi heard a sound from the study, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground. She was startled, then quickly rushed over and pushed the door open.
She saw Fu Yunye lying on the ground, struggling several times to stand up without success.
Tang Xi froze at the doorway for two seconds, hesitating to step forward, because the scene in front of her was something she had never seen before.
The deep and melancholic eldest young master of the Fu Family, once the pride of the heavens.
At this moment, he was like a disabled person who couldn’t stand, struggling, but unable to get up on his feet.
Everyone has a soft spot, a time when they find it hardest to accept their own vulnerability.
Everyone is hiding it.
No one likes to show their fragile side to others.
It’s too raw, especially in front of familiar people, a loss of dignity.
Tang Xi stood at the doorway, somewhat at a loss.
But she still walked over, helped Fu Yunye up, and gently patted his back.
The man buried his face in her shoulder, trembling, as if he couldn’t calm his emotions. He was like a severely wounded beast that roared furiously but was poisoned into silence, with only trembling, hurried breathing, frantic heartbeat!
He held Tang Xi tightly.
When people are vulnerable, they seek for support.
Now, Tang Xi is the support that Fu Yunye wanted.
Tang Xi instinctively paused for a moment, the intimate touch from the man made her want to resist, but in the end, she lowered her eyes and gently embraced him, patting him softly.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a painting on the ground that had fallen from the wall.
It was a picture of a family of four.
Originally hung on the wall, it now lay on the floor with the frame shattered.
It must have been the age, the rusted nail fell off, causing the painting to fall down, that was why Fu Yunye tried to pick it up and couldn’t get back up after falling.
"Today is her death anniversary." Lying on Tang Xi’s shoulder, inhaling the faint fragrance, Fu Yunye’s emotions gradually calmed down. His voice was exceptionally husky, holding back the emotions that were about to burst from his chest, "Every year at this time, only I remember her. In this mansion, it seems that everyone has forgotten her. Indeed, the living are still alive, who would remember a dead person."
Tang Xi didn’t know how to comfort him.
Today was the death anniversary of Fu Yunye’s mother. Tang Xi slowly lowered her gaze; she didn’t speak, just quietly listened to Fu Yunye.
He spoke intermittently in a hoarse voice, and then fell silent.
Then, with the help of Tang Xi, he stood up, "Let’s go, let’s go back. It’s time for dinner."
Tang Xi opened her mouth but ultimately nodded.
She pushed Fu Yunye’s wheelchair back to the main building, entered, and Housekeeper Lao looked at the two of them return with a flash of shadow in his eyes, "Young Master, Miss Tang, how was the walk in the garden? You haven’t come to the Fu Mansion often; the master has had the gardeners add a lot of new species recently, all of them are precious flowers."
Tang Xi smiled, "They are beautiful, I took a few photos, very pretty."
And Fu Yunye, said nothing. Although he gave Housekeeper Lao some face, he was the young master of the Fu Mansion, the owner of the mansion. Where he went was not something he needed to report to Housekeeper Lao. He just gave a cold glance at Housekeeper Lao. Fu Yunye didn’t like it when someone inquired about his whereabouts.
Housekeeper Lao was secretly taken aback and lowered his head.
This eldest young master, he had little contact with him. The young master seldom returned to the Fu Mansion, he was more difficult to deal with than the third young master.
After that car accident, the young master became more gloomy and cold.
And Old Master Fu, felt a deeper guilt towards the eldest young master. This time the young master came back for a family reunion banquet, Fu Yuanshan was the happiest.
Sister Gu came in, took over the wheelchair from Tang Xi and stood behind Fu Yunye, smiling and greeting Tang Xi, "Miss Tang, you are here too, I didn’t see you just now."
Housekeeper Lao watched Fu Yunye’s servant warmly greeting Tang Xi as if they were familiar with each other, and frowned, thinking to himself, these two must know each other.
How could Tang Xi know Fu Yunye and seem to have a good relationship.
The Fu family’s family banquets are held every week, but they can never gather everyone together.
Because Fu Yunye hardly ever attends.
And before, Ji Qingtan would come along, but now that the two of them are divorced, Ji Qingtan is no longer part of the Fu family.
The sound of car engines could be heard from outside, followed by the servants’ voices.