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

Fortunately, the on-site rescue was timely, and as soon as the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Fu Jinyun went directly through the emergency green channel.

Fu Jinyun was rescued and, after completing the necessary procedures, was admitted to the cardiology department for inpatient observation.

An Xiaoyue and An Jiaren brought the grandfather and granddaughter's daily necessities and home clothes to the hospital.

Fu Jinyun was too ashamed to face An Jiaren and her daughter, so she turned her back to the door and pretended to be asleep.

"Is Grandpa feeling unwell?" An Xiaoyue asked Fu Shengyang in a low voice.

Fu Shengyang glanced at the person on the hospital bed and ruthlessly exposed, "Your lifelong reputation is ruined. I'm sorry."

An Xiaoyue glared at him with her beautiful eyes, "What time is it? Why are you still making Grandpa angry?"

"He asked for it."

"I can hear you," came Fu Jinyun's mournful voice, clearly still reeling from her emotions.

"Don't be embarrassed if you can hear me, no one's saying anything to you."

Fu Jinyun grabbed a cushion and threw it at Fu Shengyang, yelling, "You brat!"

Fu Shengyang easily held the cushion between his hands, his teasing words carrying a hint of lightness.

"Alright, you have the strength to hit people, so you can be discharged after three days of observation."

Fu Jinyun wasn't one to be coy, and seeing An Jiaren quietly tidying up her belongings, she didn't say anything.

He blushed and said, "Jiaren, thank you."

An Jiaren closed the cabinet door, pulled up a stool and sat down beside his bed. "Uncle Fu, I understand what you're doing. If Xiaoyue isn't doing well outside, I'll bring her back to Jincheng too."

As a parent herself, she could certainly understand Uncle Fu's feelings when he made that decision.

An Jiaren's words of understanding instantly brought tears to Fu Jinyun's eyes.

He pinched the corner of the blanket to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, but An Jiaren pulled the blanket back, saying, "It's dirty, use this."

In An Jiaren's palm was the handkerchief he was used to.

Even Jiaren remembers such details.

How could he have been so foolish as to think that Fu Wantang would take such good care of him and be so patient with him?

Fu Wantang's actions today have completely broken his heart.

The obedient daughter who stumbled and ran towards him in his memory has finally grown into an adult who can pierce his heart.

He felt sorry for Wan Tang, but he didn't consider the bigger picture.

He really should have listened to Lao Leng, taken good care of his health, and not interfered in other matters.

"Sheng Yang." He patted the spot beside the bed, gesturing for Fu Sheng Yang to sit down. "Xiao Yue, come too."

Fu Jinyun was holding one person in each hand. Although they were wearing nasal oxygen tubes, their complexions had clearly returned to normal, and their lips were no longer cyanotic.

He said, "Sheng Yang, Xiao Yue, I'm sorry, Grandpa didn't handle this properly and made you suffer."

An Xiaoyue shook her head; she didn't feel wronged at all.

That's Fu Wantang's home, the place where she grew up. If she wants to come back and live there, there's no problem.

However, Fu Wantang has an eccentric personality and no moral bottom line. She's like a ticking time bomb, which is why everyone is wary of her.

“Sheng Yang, I know your aunt has always been at odds with your father, but I never expected her to go this far. Your grandfather has hurt you without you even realizing it.”

“Your Aunt Jiaren’s words have awakened me. I clearly realize my mistake and will not interfere in your and your aunt’s affairs in the future. I mean what I say.”

“From now on…” Fu Jinyun said, placing Fu Shengyang’s hand in An Xiaoyue’s palm, “I’m entrusting Shengyang to you, Xiaoyue.”

An Xiaoyue lowered her eyes. What did she do to deserve this?

It was clearly Fu Shengyang who helped her more in their relationship.

"Xiaoyue, Grandpa is old and confused. I did something wrong to you and almost hurt you because of my stubbornness. Grandpa apologizes to you."

An Xiaoyue shook her head, "That's not true, Grandpa."

"It's good that you're not angry with your grandfather." Fu Jinyun held their hands, looking relieved. "From now on, you two will walk together and discuss things together."

“Mm.” An Xiaoyue nodded.

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow. "What? Now you don't want to take responsibility as a guardian anymore? You're just dumping me on Xiaoyue."

Fu Jinyun understood perfectly well what her grandson meant; the brat was scared.

He patted his grandson's chest and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa is in good health. I still have to keep an eye on your wedding and have your second, third, and fourth children."

An Xiaoyue secretly stuck out her tongue. Who could give birth to so many children?

It would be good enough if we could raise Lucky One well and help him grow into a child with a sound personality and mental health.

"With a wife like Xiaoyue, you'll have a peaceful and prosperous future. Of course, Grandpa will take this opportunity to say a lot of good things about you. I'm the one who has to praise my son."

Although he was emotionally involved, he clearly saw through the subtle interactions between Sheng Yang and Xiao Yue today.

When Sheng Yang was emotional, it was always Xiao Yue who comforted him.

After Fu Jinyun finished speaking, he looked at the two of them meaningfully.

Fu Shengyang looked away, ignoring his grandfather's concern, "I'll handle my own affairs; you don't need to worry about them."

Fu Jinyun squeezed their hands tightly, then released them, teasing Fu Shengyang, "What's there to be embarrassed about!"

Fu Shengyang squeezed the hand that Grandpa Fu had let go of, without saying a word.

An Xiaoyue has signed many critical illness notices and informed consent forms.

She understood Fu Shengyang's poor communication skills and his cautiousness after regaining what he had lost.

When his grandfather fainted, Fu Shengyang was more anxious than anyone else.

When he was performing CPR on his grandfather, he saw that his grandfather was unresponsive, and tears dripped onto his grandfather's clothes.

An Xiaoyue smiled sweetly and cleverly changed the subject.

"Grandpa, take good care of yourself. We can get you discharged from the hospital before the Spring Festival. If you don't recover, I'll ask Grandpa Leng to prescribe some bitter Chinese medicine for you."

"No, no." Fu Jinyun looked frightened and waved her hand to refuse. "Your Grandpa Leng must have deliberately put more bitter herbs in my food. It'll make me suffer. He used to trick me into eating herbs that didn't taste good."

An Xiaoyue laughed, "Grandpa Leng is so mean."

Fu Jinyun tilted her head, her brows furrowed with grievance, "That's right."

She tried to ease the tension, and Fu Jinyun cooperated.

After everyone talked things out, and with An Xiaoyue mediating, the small rift between them was quickly mended.

An Xiaoyue and An Jiaren left the hospital as night fell, leaving Fu Shengyang to stay with them at the bedside.

night.

An Xiaoyue was sleeping alone in bed, and every now and then, there would be a rustling sound coming from the bed.

She couldn't sleep because Fu Shengyang wasn't there.

Tossing and turning, An Xiaoyue remembered Fu Shengyang's book, "Narrow Gate," which he had placed on her bedside table.

Why don't you read a book for a while?

She turned on the reading light, leaned against the headboard, and began to read.

The frozen stream was silent, and the room was completely still.

The orange light fell on Xiaoyue's fair face, casting a hazy glow.

The beautiful woman under the lamp turned the pages of her book, completely immersed in the world of reading.

An Xiaoyue finished reading a book of less than 70,000 words in a short time.

She closed the book, but her emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

Only a few words can summarize how this book made her feel.

Pure love, the extreme tug-of-war of an avoidant personality.

At the very end of the page, there was a line of handwriting.

That line of words fell into her bright eyes.

I won't love an idealized version of someone from my imagination. I'll love someone who makes me happy and makes me feel that life is wonderful. The person who makes my heart flutter is my ideal type.

Each stroke is neatly written, revealing the writer's devotion to love and their delicate inner world.

An Xiaoyue thought of Fu Shengyang's indifferent and solemn face, and the strong signature on the prenuptial agreement, which didn't seem like the kind of handwriting he could produce.

However, judging from the publication date and its dilapidated condition, it appeared in Fu Shengyang's study.

If it's not Fu Shengyang's book, then whose is it?

A possibility flashed through her mind, and An Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat.

Her gaze, seeking confirmation, fell once again on that line of text.

Could it really be a book by Fu Shengyang's ex-girlfriend?

An Xiaoyue closed the book, feeling unanswered and instead feeling depressed and suffocated.

"Ding~"

She was staring blankly at the ceiling when her phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang.

A message came in on WeChat.