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

In an instant, the living room of Songtao Garden was in complete chaos.

Fu Shengyang picked up Fu Jinyun and laid her down on the spacious sofa.

An Xiaoyue was busy looking for the first-aid kit to get the stethoscope and told Uncle Fu to call 120 for an ambulance.

An Jiaren rummaged through a drawer in the tea room and pulled out ten nitroglycerin pills, handing them to Fu Shengyang, "Put them under Grandpa's tongue."

Jiang Mianzhi couldn't help at all, and stared intently at Fu Jinyun.

Fu Jinyun lay there, his lips cyanotic, while An Xiaoyue, heavily pregnant, knelt beside the sofa, examining him with a stethoscope.

A few seconds later, she pulled out her stethoscope and made a quick decision.

"Sheng Yang, do you know how to perform CPR?"

"I will." Fu Shengyang clasped his hands together, already prepared.

An Xiaoyue drew a spot on Fu Jinyun's body, and Fu Shengyang began to press it.

Fu Jinyun lay on the sofa, but the pressure wasn't very effective. "Uncle Fu, please find the stretcher at home quickly. Grandpa needs to be pressed on the ground for it to be more effective."

"Okay, okay," Uncle Fu replied. Just as he turned around, he saw An Jia and another servant carrying a stretcher over.

With the help of several people, Fu Jinyun was moved onto the stretcher.

Fu Shengyang knelt on the right side of Fu Jinyun's body, pressing down firmly and not daring to relax for a moment.

Meanwhile, An Xiaoyue had already prepared the oxygen bag at home and put it on Fu Jinyun.

Jiang Mianzhi felt guilty. He had come to apologize and help Wan Tang ease the tension, but instead he had angered the old man so much that he was hospitalized.

He wanted to help, but he didn't know how to do anything and could only worry helplessly.

He looked away and saw Fu Wantang standing to the side with her arms crossed, watching coldly as if it had nothing to do with her.

The Wan Tang before him felt unfamiliar to him, or perhaps he had never truly seen the real Fu Wan Tang.

However, they have been married for over twenty years, supporting each other through thick and thin; that love cannot be faked.

The ambulance arrived quickly with its siren blaring, and as soon as the professional doctors arrived, Fu Jinyun was carried away.

Fu Shengyang needed to go with her, and before leaving, he asked An Jiaren to take good care of An Xiaoyue.

After a moment of panic, things finally calmed down.

An Xiaoyue sat on the sofa to rest.

Only now do I realize how dangerous the situation was.

I wonder if Grandpa can...

An Xiaoyue shook her head. "No, Grandpa will definitely wake up."

Aunt Cui brought her a glass of warm water. "Young Madam, drink some water and calm down. We'll go see the Old Master after the Young Master has made the arrangements."

An Xiaoyue held Cui Ma's hand tightly, "Don't worry, Cui Ma, I'm fine."

Outside the hospital, An Jiaren watched the ambulance drive away, then turned around to go back to Songtao Garden to tidy up.

"Leng Jiaren, let's have a chat." Fu Wantang crossed her arms, tilted her head to one side, and spoke with an arrogant tone.

An Jiaren's gaze fell on Jiang Mianzhi, who remained silent to the side, and she said coldly:

I'm not interested in your sweet talk.

An Jiaren walked straight to Songtao Garden, not wanting to waste her breath on her and say something meaningless.

I wonder if Xiaoyue's recent commotion has affected the baby?

"Let me guess what you're afraid of. Your second brother still..."

An Jiaren turned around abruptly, her voice laced with anger, "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"

Fu Wantang laughed heartily, as if she had discovered something new and exciting, "You really are afraid of your second brother."

An Jiaren raised an eyebrow, undeniably saying, "People need something to be afraid of to be fun, right? Otherwise, how boring would it be?"

"Tsk tsk~~" Fu Wantang clicked her tongue exaggeratedly, looking An Jiaren up and down. "You really are different now. The innocent flower is gone. No wonder you don't dare to see your brother. He must despise you, you withered flower."

"Didn't you have something to say to me? Is this all? You're over forty, lady, and you're still playing with young girls' pure love and substitute literature? You haven't grown up at all."

Fu Wantang leaned back, her heels touching the ground. She was self-important. "What progress do I need? My life is already at the end point that others can never reach in their entire lives. It's an effortless life, so boring that I have to find my own entertainment. I think I won't be lonely in the days to come."

His inexplicable sense of superiority is utterly incurable.

An Jiaren gazed intently at the distant mountains surrounding Fu Garden.

She took a deep breath and said calmly, "Fu Wantang, you should also experience what it's like to have no one behind you."

"Okay!" Fu Wantang's eyes gleamed with a crazy light. "You really have to do your best and not let me down."

Fu Wantang watched An Jiaren leave with reluctance, then turned around and unexpectedly bumped into Jiang Mianzhi's arms.

"Husband?" she called softly, as if startled.

"Is this An Xiaoyue's mother?"

"Yes."

"Do you know?"

We've only known each other for a short time.

Jiang Mianzhi nodded knowingly, "Your father's condition isn't good. Should we go to the hospital to see him?"

"No need. If there are any problems, Fu Shengyang will let me know." She was confident of that.

"Okay," Jiang Mianzhi replied absentmindedly.

He wasn't sure; he had a feeling that Fu Wantang made him uneasy today.

Which side of Fu Wantang is the real one?

Each facet of her is still Fu Wantang, and together they form the person she is today.

Was it because his departure made her feel insecure that she had to stand up like a hedgehog and prick everyone?

This also doesn't explain why she would spread rumors about her own brother.

Jiang Mianzhi pondered, "What kind of person is Fu Wantang, really?"

He stared ahead, carefully considering the events that had just unfolded.

Fu Wantang gripped the steering wheel, her voice aggrieved, "Honey, you also think I went too far today, right?"

After she said that, Jiang Mianzhi couldn't say anything more. "You must have your reasons for doing this."

"Husband, thank you. Over the years, only you, our son, and Jingyi have unconditionally protected me. That family can no longer accept me. I want to live a good life with them, but they always think I'm trying to take over Changfeng Group."

As Fu Wantang spoke, tears of sorrow streamed down her face.

“If Fu Shengyang hadn’t refused when Jiang Kai was interning, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. Our son wouldn’t have gone astray. It’s all Fu Shengyang’s fault.”

"It's all Fu Shengyang's fault." Fu Wantang lost control of her emotions, pressing one hand on the steering wheel, and the car emitted a long horn.

She was sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed with emotion, and her car nearly crashed into the vehicle in front of her.

Jiang Mianzhi was so frightened that he reached out to control the steering wheel, and with all three hands, he drove the car to the side of the road and stopped it.

Before she could recover from her shock, Fu Wantang rushed over.

"Husband, you must take good care of yourself. I know you divorced me to protect me, so that I wouldn't be gossiped about or dragged down."

Faced with her warm and soft beauty, Jiang Mianzhi's heart softened a little.

“You’re all I have left. You rest well in your hometown. I’ll wait for our son here until he comes out, and then we’ll go back to the countryside together to find you.”

Upon hearing Fu Wantang's words, Jiang Mianzhi felt sorry for Fu Wantang while also blaming himself.

He gently patted Fu Wantang's shoulders with his hands suspended in the air, softly comforting her, "It's okay, it's okay, everything will be alright. You will always be your father's child, you will always be a family, he will not abandon you."

Fu Wantang was moved, "Husband, thank you for being so tolerant and loving towards me all these years."

Her voice was choked with sobs, hoarse from crying.

But her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a successful scheme.

Men are easily controlled and at Fu Wantang's beck and call.

With just a little trickery, she can manipulate people to their dominance, making them willingly become her lackeys.