Su Lan felt heartache the mont she saw Xia Ran crying.
She quickly sat on the sofa, embraced her precious child and chided lovingly while stroking her hair, "Why say sorry out of the blue, my dear? All I’ve ever wanted in this life is for you to be happy."
Xia Ran’s nose felt even more sour.
She clung to Su Lan, sobbing bitterly, "But Yanhe, he will never marry in this lifeti, he doesn’t like anymore, he likes another woman."
Thinking about what she saw, Fu Yanhe cherishing Shen Yanhe as if holding her in the palm of his hand, her heart felt like it was being wrung with a knife.
It made her both pain and jealous.
"Mom, I just can’t accept it. He used to love the most, he once said he would marry , he even said that if I ever did sothing wrong, he would forgive ."
"How could he fall in love with soone else now? Mom, I can’t accept it."
Su Lan couldn’t accept it either.
The engagent between the Yan Family and Xia Family had fallen through.
Now, she was even more eager to cling to the golden bachelor that was Fu Yanhe.
She thought for a while and ca up with an idea.
"Doesn’t the old lady Fu always like you very much and want you to be her granddaughter-in-law? So, tomorrow we shall visit the old lady and tell her that Fu Yanhe has touched you."
"With old lady Fu speaking out, Fu Yanhe will definitely take responsibility for you. If he refuses, we will make a big fuss out of it!"
Xia Ran felt a flicker of movent in her heart but hesitated, "Is this... really okay? If dad finds out, he will definitely..."
"What are you afraid of him for?" Su Lan scoffed coldly, harboring resentnt in her heart, "If it wasn’t for him, your engagent with Fu Yanhe would not have been called off."
Xia Ran fell silent.
She patted Xia Ran’s hand, "Just wait and see. If we can get connected with the Fu Family, your dad will surely be over the moon."
"That’s settled then, let’s wait a few days for things to calm down before we visit the Fu Family Manor and find old lady Fu."
Xia Ran nodded and agreed.
At the sa ti.
In the Fu Family Manor, within a specially modified room.
The room was equipped with all sorts of rehabilitation equipnt, and handrails were even welded along the walls.
Fu Yanhe was sitting in front of the room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, a phone pressed against his ear, his expression cold, his eyes frosty, "Hmm, I got it. Clean up the ss on the internet."
Shen Yanhe walked in carrying the rehabilitation training straps when she heard this sentence.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly as she approached Fu Yanhe, "What’s this about the news online?"
Ever since returning from Old Mr. Xia’s birthday banquet, Shen Yanhe had been busy changing bandages for Fu Yanhe, administering injections, and conducting early rehabilitation training.
She also went to the hospital to administer a CO2 dicine injection for Shen Huai, swamped with tasks from head to toe.
She had no ti to check the internet, and was unaware of the flurry of news regarding Xia Ran and Fu Yanhe online.
Fu Yanhe ended the call naturally, smiled at her, and said nonchalantly, "It’s nothing, just so distasteful rumors, unworthy of your attention."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yanhe didn’t press further and asked, "So the issue’s settled? Can we start with the rehabilitation training now?"
Fu Yanhe nodded, "Yes, we can."
Shen Yanhe stepped forward, massaging Fu Yanhe’s legs to relax his muscles.
Then she tied the rehab training straps she had brought around his legs for support.
Following that, she stretched out her hand and gripped his arm, "Try to see if you can stand up."
Fu Yanhe humd softly and, with her help, slowly exerted himself to stand up.
Shen Yanhe’s hand followed his movents, gradually releasing, then shifted to support him by the arms. She looked up at Fu Yanhe, whose forehead was beading with sweat.
She then realized that Fu Yanhe was actually so tall.
Standing at a full one ter ninety, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure was tall and slender, like a graceful jade statue.
Her height of 165 centiters was like a little bean compared to the standing Fu Yanhe.
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Sheesh, why grow so tall?
Fu Yanhe did not notice Shen Yanhe’s gaze; he was diligently controlling his legs, which weren’t too obedient after not being used for so long.
Once he slowly got them under control, he gently pried Shen Yanhe’s hand off his arm.
His very dark pupils sparkled as he looked at her with a smile, "I can stand up now."
Shen Yanhe looked at him, his rare display of emotions softening her heart, and she couldn’t help but laugh, "Right, you have stood up."
"After a period of rehabilitation training, your legs will be completely recovered."
Fu Yanhe looked deeply at her, as if to engrave her appearance deeply into his soul.
Because of her, he had the hope of standing up.
She was his light.
He took a deep breath and tried to take a step towards her.
But because he hadn’t used his legs to walk in a very long ti, he couldn’t control them at all, and that step was extrely difficult, his body swaying from side to side.
Shen Yanhe intended to go up and support him, but was refused by Fu Yanhe, "I can do it myself."
He wanted to walk to her on his own legs, step by step.
From that day on, besides dealing with company paperwork, Fu Yanhe followed the rehabilitation training plan laid out by Shen Yanhe strictly every day.
Every day, besides going to the hospital, Shen Yanhe would return to Fu Family Manor to assist Fu Yanhe in his training.
Five days passed by this way.
Once the online storm gradually cald down, Su Lan imdiately took Xia Ran and rushed straight to the old Fu family ho.
After eting Fu Shuqin, she began to cry and tell a dramatized version of what happened at the birthday party.
Su Lan sat on the sofa, wiping her tears, "Old Madam, with this ss now, what should we do!"
"My Ranran is still a pure maiden! Yet that youngster Yanhe has seen her all! "
"How will she ever get married now!"
Xia Ran’s pale face was filled with gloom as she shed tears, "Grandma Fu, I know Yanhe now has a wife, and I shouldn’t cling to him. After this accident, it’s understandable if he doesn’t want to take responsibility for ."
"Grandma Fu, please don’t trouble Yanhe on my behalf, I can suffer a bit and be the woman behind him."
What she ant was: I’m willing to be Fu Yanhe’s mistress.
Fu Shuqin had not interfered in his romantic life since Fu Yanhe warned her before.
But now that Xia Ran had co to her crying, Fu Shuqin took the opportunity to get involved.
After all, she had initially taken a liking to her as a granddaughter-in-law.
The Xia Family and the Fu Family matched well superficially, and getting married could take the Fu family company to the next level.
If it hadn’t been for the Xia Family calling off the engagent, and her eldest son insisting on having Fu Yanhe marry that daughter from the Shen Family, she would have found an opportunity to bring those two together long ago.
"Indeed, this was Yanhe’s fault. Yanhe must take responsibility for Ranran. Don’t worry, I will make sure you get an explanation," Fu Shuqin said with a gloomy face, then summoned the butler to bring her phone and without another word, called Fu Yanhe directly, her voice stern.
"Yanhe! You go and get that divorce certificate with Shen Yanhe right away! Give Ranran a proper explanation!"
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