When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

As soon as Fu Shengyang said that, the hearts of the leaders opposite him sank.

One of them, unable to contain his anger, slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and, his face flushed, rebuked them.

“Fu Shengyang, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re the young master of the Fu family. Let me tell you, this is my territory, not your Changfeng Group’s building. Don’t be so arrogant.”

Fu Shengyang scoffed, "I've already given you the opportunity, but you didn't want it."

He lowered his crossed legs and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Fu, please wait a moment. We haven't finished speaking yet. Please give us a little more time."

With a single glance from Fu Shengyang, a lawyer stepped forward. "Understood." He left the meeting room without looking back.

At this point, the leaders in the room were completely panicked, each one at a loss, looking at each other with disbelief.

One of them stood up and accused, "Why were you in such a hurry? Now look what's happened, the person is gone."

The man didn't care. "So what if he left? I rely on Changfeng Group for my livelihood. Why should I have to put up with Fu Shengyang's attitude?"

"You handle it, I'm exhausted. I have surgery tomorrow, I'm going home to rest."

"Hey, why are you running away? You coward!"

"You're the dog."

The leaders were in a chaotic mess, pushing, shoving, and hurling insults as they made their way to the door.

Fu Shengyang's bodyguards were tall and strong, forming a formidable barrier that prevented anyone from getting out.

He wore a professional, fake smile and was very polite. "Gentlemen, the matter is not resolved yet, and no one is leaving this room."

"What do you want to do? Are you going to make a move?"

The bodyguard maintained his smile, "We're all civilized people, please have a seat."

The leaders looked at the bodyguards who were half a head taller than them and felt a chill in their hearts. They couldn't escape, but they couldn't lose face.

"Fine, I'll sit down." He grumbled as he returned to his seat.

Fu Shengyang's lawyer ignored all of that, and the leader of the three went straight to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, based on the information we currently have, your hospital has engaged in excessive medical examinations, abuse of drugs, and unclear charges. We have printed out the charges for Anjiaren's patients in the cashier's office. Please review them and sign your name on each page if you have no objections."

The hospital's legal department had long recognized that the lawyers Fu Shengyang had hired specialized in medical malpractice litigation and were all well-known lawyers in the industry.

We could have calmly settled things privately just now, but these money-grubbing people ruined it.

The legal department was also at their wits' end, and had no choice but to take on the task despite the difficulties.

An Xiaoyue stayed with her mother as she fell asleep, and Fu Shengyang didn't come back either. She wondered how his talk with the hospital leaders went.

She decided to go and take a look. She opened the ward door and there was a faint smell of smoke in the air.

After becoming pregnant, she became particularly sensitive to smells and could smell them as soon as she went out.

My mother's hospital room was right on this side of the covered bridge, where there was a designated smoking area.

The corridor bridge connects the two wards, allowing for better air circulation and faster dissipation of smoke.

She never expected that the person smoking on the covered bridge was Fu Shengyang.

The red sparks flickered in the night, and Fu Shengyang's face also lit up and dimmed.

He leaned against the railing, one leg supporting his body, his back slumped forward, giving off a somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, or dejection) vibe.

The door to the meeting room remained closed, and the nurses' station returned to calm, with only the night shift nurses busy at work.

An Xiaoyue stood at the door of the ward, waiting for Fu Shengyang to finish his cigarette and stub it out in the ashtray on the trash can.

She then took a step and went to Fu Shengyang's side.

The lights on the covered bridge were turned off, and it was still dark; only the outlines of the people in front of me were clearly visible.

When Fu Shengyang saw her coming, he didn't move and remained leaning against the railing.

An Xiaoyue could tell that Fu Shengyang was in low spirits.

She mustered her courage and asked, "Is my mother's situation causing you a lot of trouble?"

Why would he be smoking here if he wasn't facing a difficult problem?

Fu Shengyang shifted his body, switching to another foot to support himself, but remained silent.

An Xiaoyue assumed he was willing to listen and continued, "If it weren't for you today, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

“I know that without you, my mother might not have been saved today, and I might not even have discovered that there was a problem with her treatment.”

“My mother has been living here for almost two years. The doctors kept telling me that she needed a liver transplant and that we had to wait. Her condition kept fluctuating. But after you spoke to me, my mother’s condition improved very quickly.”

“I just looked at all the test reports. This is the first time I’ve seen my mother’s test results. Usually when I ask the doctors questions, they don’t have time to answer me, and I don’t have access to her medical records.”

"I know there's something fishy going on here. You're doing this to help me, but it's causing them to suffer losses. You're in a difficult position, aren't you?"

Fu Shengyang listened to her rambling on, though he didn't understand what she was trying to express.

But there was no doubt that her voice made him feel that today was different from that day.

For the first time, someone asked him if it was difficult to do.

In Fu Shengyang's dictionary, there is never a question of whether it is difficult or not, only whether it must be done.

Since he took charge of this matter, he must achieve a satisfactory result; the process is not his concern.

"An Xiaoyue," Fu Shengyang said, his voice low and slightly hoarse, probably because he had just smoked, "Fu Wantang has come to see your mother."

Fu Wantang!

An Xiaoyue bit her lip, her eyes surging with anger.

She thought that if she left Fu Wantang with the impression that she was not a pushover, the other party would stop taking advantage of her every few days.

Who would have thought that Fu Wantang would go so far as to target her mother?

"Fu Wantang's attitude towards you is because of me, and has nothing to do with you personally."

“I will handle it well and will not cause trouble for you and your mother. Her original intention was to marry Ruan Jingyi into the family, but Grandpa did not approve of Ruan Jingyi.”

Ruan Jingyi.

Given her manners, it's no wonder Grandpa Fu didn't take a liking to her.

Who would wear a dress with exposed shoulders and back in the dead of winter, especially during mealtime?

"It's not difficult to do things."

Fu Shengyang's gaze fell on An Xiaoyue's abdomen, his voice tinged with sorrow.

“I was just thinking about my mother.”

"In roughly the same weather, on such a cold night, my mother was rushed into the emergency room. When she came out, she and her unborn child were both dead. My sister..."

As Fu Shengyang spoke, he rummaged through his shirt pocket, pulled out a cigarette case, shook it, and found there was only one cigarette.

He put the only cigarette in his mouth.

With a "snap," the lighter's flame flickered in the wind, illuminating Fu Shengyang's lonely and sorrowful face.

Fu Shengyang's gaze fell on An Xiaoyue through a cluster of flames.

An Xiaoyue's eyes were exceptionally bright and beautiful, even in the dim light.

She just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he would say next.

Fu Shengyang loosened his grip, the only source of light disappeared, and he fiddled with the unlit cigarette between his fingers.

The cool voice continued, "When it was cut out, its whole body was purple, and it was already gone."