She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Lin Qingran rarely accused Fu Xiuheng so openly, which made him extremely uncomfortable. Moreover, Fu Xiuheng really didn't know how to refute her in this matter.

It took him a long time to come up with a reason.

"Since you felt wronged back then, why didn't you tell me?"

"Is it that I don't want to say?" Lin Qingran asked back.

"You never even came to the hospital to see me. You knew I was pregnant and survived, so you felt you owed me nothing. Even though Lin Yuyan's ward was only a few meters away from mine, you wouldn't even take the time to come and see me. What am I supposed to say? The doctor said I had a threatened miscarriage and had to stay in bed to save the pregnancy. I don't know how many injections I had to take every day. I couldn't even get out of bed. Did you expect me to come to you on my own initiative?"

Seeing the hesitant expression on Fu Xiuheng's face, Lin Qingran chuckled.

"Are you trying to say that I could have asked someone else to deliver the message for me? But didn't I do that? You heard that the person who delivered the message came for me, and didn't even see me."

Fu Xiuheng was stunned. Had he really done these things?

"You don't remember, do you? Well, that's because back then, I was someone you found disgusting to even look at, so of course you wouldn't bother remembering anything about me." Lin Qingran gave a bitter smile.

"I heard you and Lin Yuyan are having relationship problems now? Weren't you the most in love? Why do you suddenly hate her? Or did you discover something was wrong with her all along, but back then you blamed me for everything that didn't make sense? Now that there's no one else for you to blame, you're forced to hate Lin Yuyan. But you still can't face the truth. You can't investigate how much of the responsibility for the conflicts between Lin Yuyan and me wasn't mine, or even how Lin Yuyan orchestrated them all?"

Fu Xiuheng stood there blankly, wanting to open his mouth several times, but not knowing what to say.

Lin Qingran parted her thin lips slightly and said.

"When I was around, you loved each other to death and treated me as an obstacle between you. Now that I'm gone, your relationship hasn't improved at all. Instead, you keep trying to trip me up and use the child to blackmail me. Fu Xiuheng, you're disgusting."

Fu Xiuheng took two steps back in shock.

Lin Qingran's words today have completely torn away his last veil of pretense.

Fu Xiuheng was unwilling to face his truest feelings, but he had no choice but to.

“Fu Xingze is a child, but he wasn’t innocent either, as he was instigated by you and Lin Yuyan back then. I’m willing to take care of him now because I don’t want him to become a tool for you and Lin Yuyan. I can promise you that I will take care of him while he’s still in Yuncheng. But I won’t compromise on anything else,” Lin Qingran said, emphasizing each word.

“I, Jiang Jiuge, am not the kind of person who holds grudges, but I will not let others step on my head. You and Shen Pei’an had better be careful.”

Lin Qingran smiled slightly, "President Fu, see you in the business world."

Lin Qingran turned around and left without hesitation.

Fu Xiuheng stood there, stunned for a long time.

Lu An, who had been hiding in the distance, slowly walked up and cautiously spoke.

"President, why don't we go back first? Miss Jiang will take care of the young master."

Fu Xiuheng turned his head stiffly to look at Lu An, and said in a somewhat dazed manner.

“Lu An, go and investigate… investigate the matter between Lin Qingran and Lin Yuyan back then.”

Lu An paused, and after a long while, he sighed.

“Yes, Mr. President, but… Miss Jiang wouldn’t lie.”

Fu Xiuheng felt a dull pain in his heart. He clutched his chest and slowly squatted down.

Lu An was startled by his strong reaction and quickly asked.

"President, are you alright? Should we go to the hospital?"

“It’s nothing…” Fu Xiuheng waved his hand slowly.

"You go, I'll check."

"Yes, President." Lu An stood up with concern and left, turning back every few steps.

In the banquet hall on the other side, Fu Xingze finally managed to hold Lin Qingran's hand.

Although Lin Qingran was indifferent, Fu Xingze was still very happy.

He gripped his hand tighter and tighter, as if afraid that if he blinked, Lin Qingran would disappear from his sight again.

But he was a bit too strong, and accidentally pinched Lin Qingran's hand painfully.

Seeing Lin Qingran frown, Fu Xingze quickly withdrew his hand.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Mom..."

Lin Qingran looked at Fu Xingze, who immediately fell silent.

Lin Qingran sighed, slowly squatted down, and looked Fu Xingze in the eye.

"You know who I am, don't you?"

Fu Xingze nodded vigorously, "I don't know, you are..."

Fu Xingze thought Lin Qingran was finally going to acknowledge him, but Lin Qingran shut him down with a single look.

"Xingze, from now on you have to call me teacher, okay?"

Fu Xingze lowered his head sadly, "Why... do you really not like me anymore? Don't you want me anymore?"

"From now on, whenever you are in Yuncheng, I will take good care of you," Lin Qingran said solemnly.

"But Xingze, I have my own life now, and I can't always be with you."

Fu Xingze raised his head and looked at Lin Qingran pitifully.

"You really can't come back to me...?"

"If we've broken up, we've broken up," Lin Qingran said.

What's missed is missed.

Lin Qingran raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Fu Xingze's eyes.

"You'll understand when you grow up."

Fu Xingze tilted his head back, forcibly holding back the tears welling up in his eyes, and softly responded.

When Lin Qingran returned home at night, she was exhausted. After washing up, she sat down at the dressing table and applied hand cream to her hands, which had become chapped from the wind in Nancheng over the past few days.

Bo Ye walked in with a cup of hot milk, placed it on the dressing table, and naturally took Lin Qingran's hand, gently massaging it for her.

"These past few days have been tough. Even back in Yuncheng, there's no rest. I had to attend a business gala late into the night. But I do seem quite happy to see Fu Xingze's child," Bo Ye said.

"Sister, you're actually happy too, aren't you?"

"I can't explain it," Lin Qingran shook her head.

"I can't put my feelings for Fu Xingze into words, but out of a sense of responsibility, I really can't let him continue like this."

In fact, Fu Xingze was already old enough to go to primary school, but Lin Qingran could tell that in the two years she had been away, Fu Xingze hadn't even gone to kindergarten, let alone primary school.

The Fu family is noble and wealthy, and naturally, their young masters and ladies have private tutors to teach them.

But in the past two years, Fu Xingze has had no one to teach him.