Volume One, Chapter Four: Su Tingwan, What Are You Causing Trouble About This Time?

After finishing, he cut off the call.

Before leaving, Fu Xicheng coldly threw out a sentence, “Su Tingwan, if you have the ability, don’t let Xixi call me again in the future.”

With that, he turned and walked away without hesitation.

Just as Fu Xicheng stepped out the door, a loud thud rang out behind him.

He instinctively turned around and saw Su Tingwan, who had just been standing fine, now collapsed on the ground with her back to him.

“Su Tingwan, I warned you not to use these disgraceful tricks in front of me.”

Su Tingwan lay on the cold floor, her consciousness not completely gone yet.

Hearing Fu Xicheng’s words, a chill surged through her body, bone-deep cold.

It was clear he thought she was feigning unconsciousness just to keep him.

In his eyes, she was nothing but a vicious woman who would stop at nothing for him.

Five years ago, she had deliberately drugged him and climbed into his bed on the anniversary of his relationship with Cheng Muyan to break them apart and force Cheng Muyan away.

This left Cheng Muyan wandering abroad with their frail daughter Cheng Ruotang, suffering countless hardships.

Five years later, Cheng Muyan returned to the country with her daughter.

Her jealousy flared again, and she incited Xixi to fake illness to compete for his attention against the truly ill Cheng Ruotang.

She could never explain the incident five years ago.

But as for Xixi, she had tried more than once to explain to him that Xixi was not pretending; she was truly sick.

Yet Fu Xicheng never believed it.

Su Tingwan tried to get up and tell Fu Xicheng to get lost.

But her whole body was limp and powerless. As she tried to move, dizziness overwhelmed her, and she slipped into unconsciousness again.

Outside the door, Fu Xicheng noticed Su Tingwan didn’t move and frowned slightly.

He strode back inside and dragged her up from the floor.

“Su Tingwan, don’t think that just because your grandmother protects you, I won’t dare lay a hand on you!”

Before Fu Xicheng could finish his cold and ruthless words, Su Tingwan, whom he had just pulled up, relaxed her body and collapsed downward again.

His anger abruptly stopped.

Instinctively, he reached out and caught her before she hit the floor again, pulling her into his arms.

Looking down at the woman in his arms, pale and with her eyes tightly shut.

At that moment, Fu Xicheng finally realized Su Tingwan was not pretending.

...

Half an hour later, Shen Congliu hurried over to Maple Grove upon receiving Fu Xicheng’s call.

Once inside, he immediately went to the master bedroom to examine Su Tingwan.

After a thorough check, he stood up.

“What’s wrong with her?”

Before Shen Congliu could explain the condition, Fu Xicheng spoke first.

His voice was indifferent, sounding like a casual question with no real concern, but Shen Congliu did not dare to neglect it.

He had been the Fu family’s personal doctor for twenty years and had essentially watched the eldest young master grow up.

When the eldest young master was ten, he had been in a car accident.

The lady of the house died in that accident, and the eldest young master disappeared.

Everyone said the eldest young master was dead; it was the old matriarch who refused to give up, searching for half a year until finally finding him in Shuangqiao Town, near Jin City.

When they found him, the eldest young master was blind, and his temperament had become unpredictable, volatile.

The old matriarch sought out renowned doctors, and after six months of treatment, his sight was restored.

The first thing the eldest young master did after regaining his sight was to have the bodyguard who retrieved him drive him back to Shuangqiao Town.

During the half year he was missing, it was the first time light returned to his eyes.

But when he came back, that light in his eyes extinguished again.

He could not find the pair of mother and daughter who had saved him.

They had suddenly moved away.

No further news.

Since then, the eldest young master had lost the last bit of warmth in him.

He grew increasingly cold and distant, keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Until Miss Su came back to the Fu family with the old matriarch.

She was the only person besides the old matriarch who could get close to the eldest young master.

“Report to the eldest young master, Miss Su fainted due to excessive sorrow and lack of rest. She only needs a few days of good rest and will be fine.”

Hearing “excessive sorrow,” Fu Xicheng’s gaze on Su Tingwan deepened noticeably.

Every inch of him was hard except for his mouth.

“Eldest young master, should I call someone from the old residence to come take care of Miss Su?”

Shen Congliu asked.

In the past, the eldest young master doted on Miss Su. When she was sick, he personally cared for her.

But later, it became widely known how much the eldest young master despised Miss Su.

“No need.”

Fu Xicheng replied coldly.

He gave Shen Congliu a look, signaling him to leave.

...

Su Tingwan’s sleep was restless; she was trapped in a nightmare.

In her dream, she returned to the day Xixi died.

Xixi’s condition worsened due to a high fever and needed immediate surgery.

But the doctor told her the kidney donor suddenly disappeared, so the surgery was impossible.

Her world collapsed.

At that moment, she thought of Fu Xicheng.

She kept calling him over and over, begging him to help find a kidney donor for their daughter.

But no one answered.

Xixi couldn’t wait any longer.

When Xixi’s little hand slipped from hers and her eyes closed forever in her arms, her heart shattered completely.

She clutched her daughter tightly, crying until her heart broke, unwilling to accept the reality.

She called her daughter’s name over and over, begging Xixi not to leave her.

She kept rubbing her daughter’s small body, trying to keep her warm.

But no matter how hard she tried, Xixi gradually lost warmth in her arms, becoming stiff and cold.

Her Xixi was truly gone!

...

Fu Xicheng was awakened by Su Tingwan’s cries.

These past few days, Tang Tang was in the hospital, and he had been worried and sleepless.

He had just fallen asleep when the cries woke him.

He opened his eyes with a grim expression, frowned, and grabbed the woman’s arm in his arms impatiently.

“Su Tingwan, what are you making a scene about again—”

Just as he was about to push her away, he met a tear-streaked face.

Fu Xicheng’s rough movement suddenly stopped.

Su Tingwan cried in such deep sorrow, as if she had lost the most important person in the world.

Mumbling brokenly over and over in a sad whisper.

Her voice was soft and faint, but he could vaguely hear words like “don’t leave” and “can’t be without you.”

The chill in Fu Xicheng’s eyes softened somewhat.

He suppressed his anger.

He raised his hand and gently patted Su Tingwan’s face.

The gesture was light.

Fu Xicheng hadn’t spoken properly to Su Tingwan in a long time; his tone was a bit stiff as he said, “Su Tingwan, wake up, stop crying.”

Su Tingwan didn’t hear him; she was still lost in her own world of grief.

Tears streamed down like broken pearls, rolling down her cheeks in big drops.

Fu Xicheng watched with some disdain in his eyes.

But he still turned to the bedside and grabbed some tissues to wipe away her tears and snot.

“All right, stop crying, I’m here.”

Though his tone was still hard, it was clearly meant to comfort Su Tingwan.

Yet she cried harder, tears flowing endlessly.

Fu Xicheng’s brows knit tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, he grabbed her jaw and kissed her.

His original intention was to silence her pitiful, irritating sobbing.

But once their lips met, the kiss gradually changed in tone.

He hadn’t touched Su Tingwan for quite some time.

Fu Xicheng deepened the kiss involuntarily.

The kiss spiraled out of control, growing deeper and deeper.