The middle-aged woman finished speaking and left silently. She hadn’t expressly come to trouble Xu Jinglan; her daughter had suffered such humiliation that she’d lost all face and spirit and temporarily had no desire to attend school. She could only take a leave of absence and wait until she had recovered before returning.
She was simply very curious about who could have caused Yu Yu to fall so terribly.
The hospital room fell into silence as Xu Jinglan slightly narrowed her eyes, pondering something unknown.
Lin Fu was impressed by the kitchen gadgets of the interstellar era, so much so that even as someone who disliked housework, she was nearly falling in love with cooking. The kitchen was filled with an array of products: robots, small appliances—she spent half an hour just getting familiar with these things.
After that, it was easy.
She effortlessly made various kinds of cakes, and although Tiramisu required some extra effort, everything else was made carelessly.
As for the taste, she didn’t care.
After all, it wasn’t for her own consumption.
Once she finished, she began to contact people.
The first person, of course, was Fu Xing.
The Light Computer made the connection; Lin Fu was using video, but unexpectedly, Fu Xing was not—it was impossible to see him.
She had specially taken the opportunity to bring food as an excuse to see him!
And he refused to be seen.
"What are you doing?" Lin Fu asked, with a trace of dissatisfaction in her voice, "Why won’t you let me see?"
There was a moment of silence.
Then, Fu Xing’s uniquely cold and pleasant voice came through, "You’ve been let out?"
"Ah... you, you already know?" Lin Fu immediately felt guilty and dared not to have even the slightest bit of dissatisfaction. It was akin to a large-scale social death scene where a thief was caught red-handed by the homeowner.
Fu Xing leaned back in the comfortable seat of his flying car, watching the rich array of expressions on his little wife’s face on screen, and his thin lips involuntarily curved into a shallow smile.
"It would be difficult not to know."
Fu Xing quickly restrained his emotions, toying with a little round ball in his hand, and teased, "After all, the story of your gallant and courageous deed is a feather in my cap."
Rather than getting angry upon hearing this, Lin Fu felt both shocked and overjoyed.
"So it was you." She was overwhelmed with happiness, "Fu Xing, you are too kind, what should I do, I am so touched. Without you, I would have been completely taken advantage of by that jerk Lance again."
Just now, she had been considering who could have come up with such a brilliant excuse, and she hadn’t dared to think it might be Fu Xing.
Because Fu Xing didn’t strike her as someone who would act recklessly.
But now that she knew, it wasn’t surprising at all.
Because if it wasn’t Fu Xing who would help her, nobody else would.
"Fu Xing, you are so good to me, how can I ever repay you?"
"Cough cough..." Fu Xing coughed uncomfortably, disdainfully saying, "Don’t forget your status. As your man, it’s my duty to do these things."
Lin Fu deflated like a balloon. If she could see him, she would have given him a fierce glare.
"Hmph!" Lin Fu snorted, "Understood, Mr. Major General."
Turns out she had thought too much.
At the same time, she didn’t forget to silently marvel at the power of the Purple Wish Token in her heart. Fu Xing did so much, all because of that token!
"Then I won’t disturb you any longer. See you next time."
Lin Fu ended the call, feeling disheartened.
Inside the flying car, Fu Xing’s handsomely enticing face gradually frosted over, as the atmosphere around him became oppressively chilly.
Sitting in front, Monger and Horace didn’t know what had happened, but they felt a chill down their spines. The palpable sense of looming danger made them breathe with extreme caution.