Hearing Shen Yanhe’s words, the already tense Gandan Xue couldn’t take it anymore.
She scread and pounced on Shen Yanhe, raising her hand to slap her face.
Gandan Xue shouted with hate-filled shrillness, "She’s your cousin! How can your heart be so poisonous! Are you only happy if your cousin ends up in jail?"
Shen Yanhe easily caught Gandan Xue’s wrist with her hand.
She looked at her, sneering, "Yes, it makes happy to see her in jail."
By nature, Shen Yanhe was soone who never forgot an insult and was extrely protective.
Whoever hurt the people she cared about, she would retaliate against.
It didn’t matter whether that person was related to her by blood.
Gandan Xue’s hand was forcefully clamped by Shen Yanhe, a pained expression on her face.
Her eyes were bloodshot with imnse hatred as she looked at Shen Yanhe, shaking lips uttering, "Shen Yanhe, I was blind."
"You’re just like your mom who was hit and killed by a car, a thoroughly vicious piece of trash! I should have strangled you when you were little!"
"What’s the use if your sickly brother is saved? He will die soon anyway! Sooner or later, he’ll go to hell to be with your cheap-trash mother!"
Gandan Xue lost her mind.
She knew Shen Yanhe wouldn’t help her save Yingying.
She could spout any kind of vicious words at her.
Shen Yanhe’s eyes grew colder, anger rising in her heart, and she raised her hand to deliver a forceful slap to her face.
Even a clay Buddha has three points of anger, let alone when Gandan Xue repeatedly stepped on her bottom line.
A crisp "slap" sounded.
Gandan Xue was stunned, tilting her head and covering her face, unable to react for a long ti.
Shen Yanhe’s gaze was icy cold, "Considering the kindness your family showed by paying for Shen Huai’s dical care when I was a child, now, get out of my sight."
"Otherwise, I don’t know what I might do to you."
Although Uncle Three had embezzled the compensation money, delaying Shen Huai’s treatnt,
he eventually paid up, saved Shen Huai, and even considering his reputation, hired a good doctor for Shen Huai; these were undeniable facts.
She was grateful to Uncle Three’s family but not much.
Gandan Xue, clutching her face, glared resentfully at Shen Yanhe, wanting to say sothing but then noticed Wu Fang approaching from a distance.
She had to grit her teeth resentfully and flee in an embarrassed state, covering her face.
Wu Fang quickly approached Shen Yanhe and asked her in a low voice, "Young Madam, did soone give you a hard ti just now?"
"No." Shen Yanhe shook her hand, which felt a bit numb from the force, and said in a calm voice, "Let’s go to Chunhe Tang."
Shen Yanhe went to Chunhe Tang to collect the dicine and tucked it into her bag before bringing it back to the hospital and handing it over to Doctor Qiao.
With almost ten vials of CO2 dicine, Shen Huai’s rejection reaction wouldn’t be too severe.
For the next three days, Shen Yanhe, worried about Shen Huai, stayed in the hospital.
Fu Yanhe would co to accompany her in the evenings after getting off work, and life passed by rather uneventfully.
This peaceful routine was disrupted after three days.
Fu Corporation.
Just after finishing a docunt, Fu Yanhe’s phone on the desk began to vibrate violently.
He answered the call, and Ji Haosheng’s shocked voice ca from the other end, "Old Fu, who gave you this lunch box?"
Fu Yanhe looked down, his eyes dark and unemotional, his voice neither cold nor warm, "The test results."
"I found a small amount of Getrich toxin residue inside the boiled egg in the lunch box," Ji Haosheng said very seriously.
Fu Yanhe’s face remained calm, only a tumult of murky emotions roiling in his dark eyes.
An expected outco.
"It’s not just the boiled egg; even the utensils that you used to eat with contain traces of Getrich toxin," Ji Haosheng continued.
"If I hadn’t been ticulous in checking, it could have easily been missed," Ji Haosheng let out a sigh.
The person who poisoned him was cunning, using only a very small amount of the Getrich toxin.
So small that it took repeated examinations to detect the anomaly.
A normal person ingesting such a small amount of Getrich unwittingly would not be hard, but for Fu Yanhe, who was already poisoned, eating it would only exacerbate the onset of his symptoms and shorten his lifespan.
"Tell the truth, who gave you that lunch box? Have you caught the person who poisoned you?" Ji Haosheng pressed.
"You’ve worked hard these past three days, Wu Fang will transfer your paynt," Fu Yanhe did not respond to his question, his tone indifferent as he finished speaking, ignoring Ji Haosheng’s exclamations.
He ended the call abruptly.
After hanging up, he leaned back against the chair, raising a hand to cover those dark, heavy eyes.
Knowing who had poisoned him, he saw no need to show any more consideration for the Fu Family.
Next, all he needed was to investigate who had provided Jiang Yun with Getrich, and he would be able to capture them all at once.
To speed up the investigation, Fu Yanhe doubled the manpower investigating Jiang Yun.
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These past few days, Jiang Yun always felt like sobody was watching her wherever she went.
At first, she thought it was that person who was afraid she hadn’t managed to keep Shen Yanhe, sending soone to surveil her.
After making a phone call, she realized it wasn’t him.
That person also ntioned that a group was investigating her recently and told her to be extra cautious.
After thinking it over, Jiang Yun guessed that the only person who might investigate her was probably her son, Fu Yanhe.
She bore with it for a week but finally could no longer stand the terror of being followed constantly and took the initiative to seek out Fu Yanhe.
Nightti.
Fu Yanhe was reviewing company docunts in the study.
Today Shen Huai had awakened, and Shen Yanhe stayed in the hospital to accompany him. He would only return tomorrow.
Fu Yu had gone out to a bar.
In the manor, it was just him and Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun, dressed in pajamas, knocked on the door of the study, turned the doorknob, and stood in the doorway, looking at him sternly, "Yanhe, co with , I have sothing to ask."
Fu Yanhe paused in his movents, silently placing the docunts down, and wheeled his chair out without a word.
Wu Fang, who was on guard at the door, saw him coming out and wanted to follow but was stopped by Jiang Yun raising her hand, "You don’t need to follow, I want to talk to Yanhe alone."
"Besides, I’m his mother. I wouldn’t harm him."
A mocking glint flickered in Fu Yanhe’s eyes.
Wu Fang hesitated, looking towards him.
Fu Yanhe’s voice was indifferent, "You don’t need to follow."
Wu Fang, "Yes, Young Master."
Jiang Yun led Fu Yanhe away from the study, took the elevator downstairs, passed through the garden, and arrived at a very secluded attic in the manor.
As soon as they entered the attic, Fu Yanhe sensed the scent of cigarette smoke.
Fu Yanhe remained expressionless, driving his wheelchair behind Jiang Yun.
It wasn’t until Jiang Yun stopped at a brightly lit area that he finally looked up calmly and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
Jiang Yun turned around, her gaze first fell upon his face.
That exquisitely handso face, as if carved from stone, bore a striking resemblance to the man in her mory.
It brought a mont of distraction in her eyes, "What happened to your face? Where are the scars?"
Fu Yanhe and Jiang Yun didn’t spend much ti together daily.
Jiang Yun seldom focused on his face, afraid that by looking at him, she would be reminded of that pain she wished to forget.
She never noticed that the scars on Fu Yanhe’s face had faded significantly.
If one didn’t look closely, the scars on his face could hardly be seen at all.
"I used a scar removal cream; it’s faded," Fu Yanhe replied flatly.
Jiang Yun uttered an "oh," her expression complex as she examined him for a long while before asking, "Have you been investigating recently?"
Fu Yanhe t her gaze, nodding frankly, "Yes."
Jiang Yun’s heart tightened, a sense of foreboding welled up within her.
Could it be that her actions were known to Fu Yanhe?
She struggled to maintain composure on her face, frowning as she disapprovingly said, "If you want to know sothing, just ask , why investigate ? Could your mother ever do sothing to hurt you?"
Her tone carried a hint of probing.
Fu Yanhe looked at her without much expression, those clear black eyes seeming to see right through to what she was thinking, causing increasing unease in Jiang Yun.
Minutes passed.
Fu Yanhe finally spoke in a faint voice, "Stop acting."
"I already know what you did to ."
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