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On the day An Jiaren had surgery, An Xiaoyue had no classes in the morning.

After Fu Shengyang and Qiao Xun confirmed that An Jiaren was going to have surgery today, he also agreed that An Xiaoyue should go to the hospital first and make up for the missed classes in the evening.

An Xiaoyue sat opposite Fu Shengyang, her head lowered, chewing her food repeatedly.

She is waiting.

Once Fu Shengyang leaves for work, she can head to the hospital.

But Fu Shengyang didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to work today. After finishing his breakfast, he rested his hands on the edge of the table and casually asked her...

Why didn't you tell me about your mother's surgery?

What can I say? Fu Shengyang has already paid the medical bills, and she...

An Xiaoyue realized that Fu Shengyang meant to report, so why hadn't she reported to him?

She immediately agreed, "I'll be more careful next time."

Fu Shengyang didn't speak, just looked at her until she finished the last sip of milk, then asked, "Are you done eating?"

She put down her cup and nodded. "Okay, all done."

An Xiaoyue felt that Fu Shengyang was acting strangely today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. She just felt that he was different from before.

"Let's go."

Fu Shengyang picked up his coat from the back of the chair and walked out.

An Xiaoyue couldn't guess what Fu Shengyang was going to do, so she had no choice but to follow.

Aunt Cui stood at the door, holding Fu Shengyang's laptop bag in one hand and her canvas bag in the other.

She had just reached out to take the canvas bag when Fu Shengyang simply grabbed both bags with one hand and carried them away.

Fu Shengyang still took long strides, after all, he had such long legs.

An Xiaoyue followed behind, recalling yesterday in an attempt to find the reason for Fu Shengyang's change today.

But yesterday was the weekend, so she spent the morning at the hospital with her mother and the afternoon studying and reading at the dining table.

Fu Shengyang was busy in his study the whole day, and the two of them didn't exchange more than ten sentences.

I wonder why Fu Shengyang is acting differently today?

It wasn't until Fu Shengyang let her get into the car.

"I need to go to the hospital," she emphasized, explaining that her mother was having surgery today.

Fu Shengyang: "I'll go with you."

An Xiaoyue hadn't expected him to accompany her to the hospital. She paused for a few seconds before getting into the car.

Fu Shengyang followed closely behind. After the driver closed the car door, he went around to the driver's seat to start the car.

Fu Shengyang started making phone calls as soon as he got in the car.

"Someone else will go to the ribbon-cutting ceremony this morning in my place."

"The 11 o'clock meeting will be moved online."

"The afternoon's schedule remains unchanged for now."

An Xiaoyue sat on the other side of the central armrest, her eyes downcast and her mind at peace.

It turns out that not reporting to Fu Shengyang in advance would disrupt his work plans.

With a morning spent attending ribbon-cutting ceremonies and meetings, it seems that, as Grandpa Fu said, Fu Shengyang is indeed very busy.

Fu Shengyang put down his phone, then pulled out the small table on the back of his chair and set up his computer.

An Xiaoyue glanced at his computer screen; it was probably showing stocks, with an upward trend.

Fu Shengyang was working, but her gaze was fixed on the scenery outside the car window.

On Monday morning rush hour, a dense crowd of electric bikes crammed onto the auxiliary lanes, moving slowly.

Everyone's face was filled with anxiety, a stark contrast to Fu Shengyang's composure inside the car.

An Xiaoyue knew the route the car was taking all too well; it was the route to the liver disease hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital's inpatient building, An Xiaoyue finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She called out to stop Fu Shengyang.

Fu Shengyang glanced at her indifferently, "What?" He seemed a little impatient with her dawdling.

Fu Shengyang was much taller than her, and when he looked at her, the pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on her, making her feel awkward and nervous.

“You’re busy with work, you don’t need to spend a whole morning waiting outside the operating room.”

Fu Shengyang's actions have exceeded the scope of the agreement.

She didn't quite understand why Fu Shengyang was doing this.

Upon hearing this, Fu Shengyang looked around at the pedestrians.

He doesn't have the habit of explaining things to others.

But in order to improve efficiency, he patiently spoke up.

"Everything I do is for the sake of my children."

Fu Shengyang paused briefly to make his words easier to understand.

"Are you sure you won't panic if something goes wrong during your mother's surgery?"

You're the one who's going to have an accident!!

The surgery hasn't even started yet, and Fu Shengyang is such a jinx.

“I spent half a day just to ensure my baby’s safety. You are still in the early stages of pregnancy, and any emotional fluctuations can cause irreversible damage to the baby.”

Such blunt and uncompromising words are the truth.

One of Fu Shengyang's original purposes in obtaining the marriage certificate was to have a child.

She was merely the vessel through which Fu Shengyang's child came into this world; her marriage to Fu Shengyang was simply to legitimize that vessel.

This vessel can be her, or any other woman.

For Fu Shengyang, the most important thing is the birth of a healthy and whole child; nothing else matters.

Hearing this, An Xiaoyue felt a strong sense of disrespect and was a little sad.

But she quickly accepted it and adjusted her mindset.

Fu Shengyang wants a healthy child, and she wants a healed mother.

The only connection between her and Fu Shengyang was their child.

"Please go ahead, Mr. Fu."

Fu Shengyang strode towards the elevator. Standing in front of the number buttons, unsure where to start, he asked An Xiaoyue, "Which floor?"

"Nine." An Xiaoyue was concise, not uttering a single extra word.

Fu Shengyang was exceptionally tall and had an outstanding presence. He walked past the nurses' station wearing a well-tailored suit.

In just a few seconds, the nurses and doctors at the nurses' station also noticed Fu Shengyang's figure.

"Who is that?"

"Wow, you're so tall!"

"An Jiaren's family members."

An Xiaoyue was stopped by someone; it was Dr. Wei.

"Dr. Wei, is there anything I can help you with?" She had already signed all the pre-operative documents.

"Tell me if anything happens; she's not feeling well."

Fu Shengyang, who had already walked away, appeared half a step to her left front, separating her from Dr. Wei, just as the sound came from behind him.

However, Fu Shengyang's broad build meant that not much of her body was exposed to the public.

An Xiaoyue stared at the fabric texture on his suit jacket.

Dr. Wei looked at the indifferent-looking, well-dressed man before him. "Are you a patient?"

"son in law."

A title has attracted countless eyes.

Fu Shengyang was used to it, but An Xiaoyue was not used to being stared at, so she lowered her eyes to look at the heels of Fu Shengyang's shoes.

A noble-looking man even has straight, long trouser legs.

"Mr. Fu, I've heard so much about you." A middle-aged man smiled broadly, extended his hand, and introduced himself, "I'm the head of the department, my name is..."

Fu Shengyang didn't reach out, nor did he pay attention to the director's words. He just stared at the female doctor with a cold gaze and asked, "What is it?"

"Uh, well, the patient, she..." Under pressure, Dr. Wei had forgotten what he was going to say and just made up a random excuse, "She's starting surgery at nine in the morning."

Fu Shengyang understood, nodded slightly, and left.

An Xiaoyue didn't dare to turn around and leave, as her mother was still a patient here.

She politely said to Dr. Wei and the head of the department, "Thank you for your trouble."

The department head was proud, saying, "It's what we should do, Mrs. Fu."

She smiled but didn't reply. She quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Fu Shengyang and pushed open the door to her mother's hospital room.

The nurses' station only became noisy after the person had walked away.

"Director, who is General Manager Fu?"

"The president of Changfeng Group, the young master of the Fu family."

The Fu family!

The medical staff gasped, frantically trying to recall if they had made any mistakes at work.

Dr. Wei's face turned ashen as she recalled her various forms of impatience with patients and their families.

They won't keep harping on her little quirks, will they?