Chapter 38: Chapter 37 Mom_2 Chapter 38: Chapter 37 Mom_2 Fu Yang was still saying something, and Shu Wan thought he was unwell.
She bent over to try and hear what he was saying clearly.
Then, Shu Wan heard a very soft, “Mom.”
A gentle and weak voice, filled with dependency and helplessness, completely different from Fu Yang’s usual tone of speaking.
Shu Wan’s eyes flickered slightly, deeply looking at Fu Yang for a moment.
Back when she first arrived at the Fu Family, Shu Wan had specifically searched for information about the Fu Family online.
Fu Siyu’s success in business was widely praised, but there were hardly any mentions of his love life.
Let alone Fu Yang’s birth mother, Shu Wan had once indirectly probed the servants for information, but puzzlingly, even the servants who had worked at the Fu Family for years knew nothing about Fu Yang’s birth mother.
Shu Wan remembered her former self, back when she was a little girl who played in the mud with her brothers, neither her beauty nor her intelligence had come to light.
Back then, no one praised her as a beauty that could topple empires, nor did anyone commend her for her intelligence.
Still, she was quite happy.
Because she was the only legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, her parents used to love her very much, and she also knew how much a child yearns for care from their parents, and what a mother gives to a child, is a continuous sense of security and belief support.
But Fu Yang had none of these.
From a certain perspective, Fu Yang was also somewhat pitiable.
Shu Wan allowed Fu Yang to grab her hand, and she raised her left hand, gently patting Fu Yang’s shoulder.
Miraculously, Fu Yang, who was in his sleep, seemed to have received comfort, and gradually his furrowed brows stretched, and his expression softened a lot.
Seeing that Fu Yang was calming down, Shu Wan also closed her eyes and fell asleep while maintaining a sitting posture.
In her previous life, when she was campaigning in the field, where was there time to lay a bed and arrange blankets?
Often, she just sat on the ground, fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, so Shu Wan had developed this skill.
Time slowly passed, the IV bottle’s contents were all used up, and gradually there were sounds of cars and people outside the window.
Even Fu Yang woke up earlier than Shu Wan.
Although he had been sleeping all along, the side effects of the sleeping pills were quite obvious; Fu Yang’s headache felt like it was going to explode.
He opened his eyes, habitually thinking of pinching the center of his brows, but then he noticed something was amiss.
Fu Yang turned his head and looked at the scene in front of him in horror.
No, why was he holding Shu Wan’s hand?
Fu Yang quickly threw Shu Wan’s hand aside, recoiling as if avoiding some flood or ferocious beast, and moved a certain distance back, “Shu Wan, what are you doing sitting on my bed and holding my hand?
Do you have some kind of problem?”
The moment Fu Yang threw Shu Wan’s hand away, Shu Wan woke up.
She didn’t sleep well, and there was a faint redness under her eyes, “Let’s get the wording straight, it was you who were holding me.”
“Well, this is my bed!
You are sitting on my bed in the middle of the night, and I’m still a minor, do you feel no shame saying that?”
Seeing Fu Yang so lively as if he could continue a big fight with her for three hundred rounds, Shu Wan knew there was no need to ask him how he felt now.
She stood up, “Since you’re awake, get up and have breakfast.
Your stomach illness is caused by irregular eating habits.”
“Don’t pull that trick on me,” Fu Yang scoffed, “don’t think I don’t see what you’re up to.”
Shu Wan’s brows slightly raised, “Tell me, what am I up to?”
“You’re just waiting for me to be sick, deliberately showing concern and then getting chummy with me, right?
Do you think I’m a fool who can’t see through it?” Fu Yang snorted disdainfully, “Your trick is way old.”
Before Shu Wan, many people had approached him while he was sick or at a low point, deliberately caring for him and looking after him.
In the end, their true colors would show; they were not really caring about him, they just wanted to use that opportunity to get close to him and take advantage.
Once, when he had a fever, a servant took care of him, and in the end, the servant used his name to steal nearly two hundred million worth of antiques from the house.
There was also a time in school when he was not doing well, and a classmate befriended him under the guise of tutoring him.
Just after becoming friends for a couple of days, that classmate brought their whole family to the Fu Family under the pretext of visiting him, but in reality, they just wanted to meet Fu Siyu.
With such incidents happening frequently, Fu Yang concealed the fact that he was a member of the Fu Family while at school.
Now, he was sick, and Shu Wan was actually willing to stay with him all night.
In Fu Yang’s view, she was no different than the people before.
However, there was also something different.
Shu Wan actually admitted it.
Facing Fu Yang’s accusation, Shu Wan nodded, “You’re right, I did intend that.”
“Heh,” Fu Yang sneered, “you’re a woman with a malicious mind.”
“The malicious-minded woman is about to have breakfast now.
Are you coming?” Shu Wan sat down calmly next to the sofa and then began to unpack the breakfast box sent by the housekeeper.
Because of Fu Yang’s illness, today’s breakfast made for him by the Fu Family’s chef was very light: porridge, vegetables, eggs—food that Fu Yang wouldn’t normally even glance at.
But Fu Yang’s stomach had been empty for too long, and because of the medication, even the simple porridge and dishes gave him an appetite.
Having had enough of yesterday’s stomach pain, Fu Yang did not want to go through it again.
After a slight hesitation, Fu Yang chose to sit across from Shu Wan, “This is breakfast made by the Fu Family’s chef, my eating breakfast has nothing to do with you, don’t think it’s because of what you said.”
Shu Wan nodded, casually opening the breakfast the housekeeper had sent her, “I know.”
Fu Yang took a sip of the porridge, about to add “good that you know,” but his eyes shifted and saw the bowl of red-chili-oil beef noodles in front of Shu Wan, his expression twisted immediately.
He was furious, he knew it—Shu Wan was not well-intentioned.