Before Qi Fang could get a clear view, that extended hand was grasped by a pale, large hand.
A deep, magnetic voice faintly echoed, "What’s the matter?"
Regaining his composure, Qi Fang withdrew his gaze and looked toward Shen Yanhe with difficulty, "This..."
Shen Yanhe awkwardly withdrew her hand from the cool grip and smiled knowingly, "You two chat, I’ll go prepare the herbs needed for tonight."
Fu Yanhe did not stop her.
As Shen Yanhe and Qi Fang passed each other, Qi Fang glanced at her unconsciously and watched as she left.
When her figure had completely disappeared, he turned his head, a look of surprise on his face, as he asked Fu Yanhe, "Young master, who is she?"
Doesn’t their young master extrely dislike won?
Previously, just touching the clothes of the Xia Family woman required him to use a bottle of disinfectant to cleanse himself thoroughly back in his room.
But now, he actually allowed a woman to approach him and even took the initiative to hold her hand!
Could it be...
This woman is the one the young master had been looking for all this ti?
Or could it be... the young master’s iron tree has blossod?
Following him, Wu Fang raised an eyebrow, "Who else could it be? The young madam."
Qi Fang was stunned for a mont, then suddenly rembered, "Is it that Shen Family’s daughter, Shen Yingying, right?"
Indeed, the Fu Family had ntioned arranging a marriage between the young master and a wealthy heiress, and even provided her details.
At that ti, the young master had not paid much attention, glancing through the information briefly and setting it aside, so they hadn’t really cared to see what this decorative heiress looked like.
Encountering her unexpectedly today, they hadn’t recognized her at once.
"No, the young madam’s na is Shen Yanhe." Wu Fang glanced at the indifferent Fu Yanhe, coughed lightly, and asked Qi Fang, "What brings you to the young master?"
Qi Fang was about to ask more but, being interrupted like that, his expression instantly beca serious, "Young master, today at the MX boxing ring, I saw ’S,’ but in the end, she escaped."
"However, we’ve discovered the place where that woman often appears."
Fu Yanhe’s expression tightened, and he slowly sat upright, his body enveloped in a well-tailored black suit that emitted an extrely dangerous aura, "Where?"
"Hai City First People’s Hospital."
Wu Fang scratched his head, "Eh? Isn’t that the hospital where the young madam’s brother works? Last ti, the young master also went there for a follow-up examination."
"The brothers at the hospital also told they saw the young madam visiting her brother at the hospital today."
Qi Fang looked surprised, "What a coincidence?"
Fu Yanhe’s deep black eyes narrowed slightly.
After Shen Yanhe left, ’S’ appeared at the underground boxing ring, with her last known location at Hai City First People’s Hospital.
And the silhouette of ’S’ always gave him a very familiar feeling.
Is this all a coincidence?
"But it probably has nothing to do with the young madam. The young madam seems so gentle and frail; how could she be ’S,’ that arrogant and brash brat?" Qi Fang recalled today’s provocation, feeling choked up inside, gritted his teeth, and looked at Fu Yanhe,
"Young master, I need to notify the brothers staying at the hospital. If ’S’ shows up again, with the brothers there, I definitely won’t let her escape again!"
"Hmm." Fu Yanhe nodded slightly, "Go ahead."
He narrowed his eyes, his mind changing, "Next ti ’S’ appears, don’t rush to disturb her, inform first."
"Yes."
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When Fu Yanhe finished dealing with the matters at hand and ca out of the study to find Shen Yanhe,
she was in the room sorting herbs and reconfiguring the prescription.
As Fu Yanhe entered the room, he slled the bitter scent of Chinese dicine perating the air.
Shen Yanhe turned her head slightly, her hands not ceasing their movent, and after repackaging three doses of dicine, she walked towards him with the dicine in her arms, "Here."
"These three doses of dicine are for detoxification. Boil the dicine in a clay pot, not tal, to avoid reducing the efficacy of the drugs."
"Take this for three days, and after that, I’ll give you a second acupuncture session and reassess your condition before prescribing new dicine,"
Fu Yanhe paused as he pushed the wheelchair and took the dicinal herbs from her hands.
Just as he placed the dicine on his lap, Shen Yanhe handed him another batch: "This is for your foot soak tonight. Your body still has toxins that haven’t been fully expelled. We can’t use needles yet, so I’ll start with a foot soak and massage to prepare."
"Hmm."
Having said everything she needed to, Shen Yanhe desperately looked at the man blocking her doorway, her face seemingly etched with the words: Why aren’t you leaving yet?
Fu Yanhe, unchanging in expression, placed the dicine packs on his lap and looked up at her, "I forgot to ask earlier, were you bullied at the Shen Family today?"
Shen Yanhe tilted her head, rembering Shen Yingying and Gan Danxue’s infuriatingly twisted noses, and shook her head: "No."
"Did you also visit Shen Huai at the hospital today?" Fu Yanhe asked nonchalantly, "Why didn’t you tell ?"
"Could it be," Fu Yanhe lifted his eyes to hers, his deep black pupils swirling with a dark emotion, "that I’m so disagreeable?"
"..."
What a deadly question.
Has Young Master Fu relapsed?
She blinked, a hint of dark light flashing in her eyes as she walked towards him, her face reproachful: "Why would you think that? You are my husband, how could you be disagreeable?"
"I visited Shen Huai on a whim. Next ti, I will definitely take you with . Please don’t overthink it, okay?"
Having attacks is okay.
She was most skilled at curing and grooming.
Fu Yanhe observed her ticulously, his cold gaze licking her cheek like a tongue, as if confirming whether she was lying.
Shen Yanhe let him look openly.
Yet her spine tensed up, ready to react at any mont.
The recent kindness from Fu Yanhe made her forget.
How dangerous the man before her was rumored to be.
After a few seconds, he chuckled softly, his voice calm yet laced with deadly danger: "Very good and very honest."
"I hope you can always be this honest. I hate being lied to, rember that."
Shen Yanhe, who had deceived him countless tis and concealed many secrets: "..."
Shen Yanhe nodded very sincerely: "Hmm!"
"I know that between people, we should be honest with each other."
A bit more honesty, a bit less scheming.
Cough cough.
A benevolent deception isn’t a deception, right?
Her ready agreent sohow raised doubts in Fu Yanhe’s heart.
He narrowed his eyes at the girl before him.
Shen Yanhe’s soft white face wore a smile, her cat-like pupils clear and genuine, as if everyone in the world might deceive you, but she would not.
Shen Yanhe moved and stepped forward, pushing his wheelchair: "Shall I take you back?"
Fu Yanhe’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he humd faintly in response.
After sending off this unpredictable ti bomb, Shen Yanhe turned back to her room, threw herself onto the bed to rest a while, then got up to start working.
After dealing with the accumulated client work and securing a million in revenue, night had fallen.
In the room where she had not turned on the lights, the only source of illumination was from the computer screen displaying continuously changing code data.
Shen Yanhe’s cat-like pupils narrowed as her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard.
The code data on the computer flickered, slowly revealing big characters.
[Intruding into Fu Corporation’s database...]
[Intrusion progress 20%]
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