Fu Tingcheng coughed for a long while before the itchiness in his throat subsided. Lin Mo watched him worriedly. "Should we tell Master Fu?"
"No need."
Fu Tingcheng shook his head.
But he didn't know that at this moment, his face was as pale as a ghost.
Lin Mo was extremely worried. Not long after Master Fu left, Mr. Fu suddenly fell ill. He grew weaker day by day, yet all the medical examinations at the hospital couldn't pinpoint the cause of his illness.
He was clearly getting worse, but he adamantly refused to tell Master Fu or Madam.
He said he didn't want them to worry.
But Lin Mo felt that if this continued, and to speak frankly, by the time they found out, Mr. Fu might be gone.
Fu Tingcheng himself didn't know what was happening. He suspected Fu Tingyi had done something, and had even driven him away. Old Madam Fu had no objections.
But after Fu Tingyi left, his health still deteriorated.
Was this his fate?
A sense of urgency suddenly arose in Fu Tingcheng's heart. He had to handle company matters properly. If something were to happen to him one day, he certainly couldn't leave any mess for his son and daughter-in-law.
...
Shen Qingqing had dinner with her grandmother, and then received a call from a servant at Fan Hang's house, saying A Lang had woken up.
She observed that Xiao Yuying was no longer in any serious condition. Wanting to leave some time for her grandmother and aunt to spend together, she used this as an excuse to leave.
Old Madam Xiao was naturally reluctant to let her go, but knowing that the child had important matters to attend to, she said, "Come back soon."
"Don't worry."
Shen Qingqing left the Chris family with Fu Jingshu and went to Fan Hang's villa.
As soon as she entered, she saw A Lang sitting by the bedside, still in the same posture of looking out the window, but her expression was different from before.
She used to be expressionless, but now there was a hint of confusion and bewilderment on her face.
"You're awake."
A Lang turned her head, her gaze swept over Fu Jingshu, and then landed on Shen Qingqing. She replied, "Did you take me away?"
Shen Qingqing nodded. "Do you know you..."
"Were drugged."
A Lang finished her sentence, indicating she already knew.
Shen Qingqing was taken aback. "Since you knew, why did you take it?"
A Lang slowly lowered her head, looking at her own small, pale hands on her knees, the veins on the back of her hands faintly visible. "Did I have any choice but to take it?"
As her words fell, silence descended upon the bedroom.
Shen Qingqing took a deep breath, walked up to her, and ruffled her hair, messing up the soft, long strands, causing a cowlick to stand up.
At this moment, A Lang no longer had that detached, otherworldly indifference. Instead, she exuded a hint of cuteness.
Shen Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle. "You'll live with me from now on. I'll continue to help you find the person you're looking for, whether they are dead or alive, I will eventually find them for you."
It might be difficult, but not impossible.
The calm in A Lang's eyes was broken, like ripples on a lake. "Why are you helping me?"
Shen Qingqing sat down beside her, leaning her head lazily as she looked at her. "I can't really say. Perhaps it's because I also had a daughter."
She was also a mother. She only needed to put herself in her shoes for a moment and imagine her own child falling into A Lang's situation...
She would probably crawl out of her grave to kill that heartless man.
A Lang stared at her blankly. "Thank you."
Shen Qingqing's gaze toward her softened slightly. "Do you remember what happened when you were six?"
"I remember a little."
"Tell me, why did he send you to the attic?"
A Lang lowered her eyes, looking at her hands. She still had some memories of that time, because over the years, she had seen so few people and experienced so little in the attic.
Therefore, the memories of her six-year-old self had not been buried.
But...
She shook her head. "I don't remember."
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow, not forcing her. "It's better if you don't remember. It certainly wasn't a good memory."
A Lang remained silent, her head bowed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Fu Jingshu, looking at his wife sitting motionless on the bed, took it upon himself to open it. He looked down at the person knocking.
Fan Hang never expected to open the door and see this terrifying figure.
He stammered a little. "Y-you, why are you here?"
Fu Jingshu gave him a faint glance and moved aside, revealing the scene inside the room. Fan Hang saw Shen Qingqing and understood. He had been foolish.
This terrifying figure, coupled with his doting wife demeanor, must have followed Shen Qingqing.
He strode in. With Shen Qingqing present, it was like having a spell to seal the demon king, and he was no longer afraid. His gaze curiously appraised A Lang by the window.
He had always been gentle with beautiful women.
"You're A Lang, right? You're so beautiful. How old are you?"
Shen Qingqing gave him a cold glance.
Fan Hang cleared his throat and then realized he had reverted to his usual demeanor with beautiful women. "Sorry, occupational hazard, occupational hazard..."
He then looked at A Lang and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This girl completely ignored him, not even giving him a glance!
Had his charm diminished?
Shen Qingqing, worried that A Lang might be anxious after waking up, decided to stay for the night and then take her to Chris's house tomorrow. There was no place safer than the Director's home.
"We'll leave tomorrow morning, we won't be staying here."
A Lang looked up at her, a barely perceptible curiosity in her eyes. "Where are we going?"
Shen Qingqing smiled. "To a beautiful place. You'll know when the time comes. There's also a very gentle woman and a very kind old person there."
She had a premonition.
Her aunt and grandmother would adore this young girl.
In the evening, Shen Qingqing naturally shared a room with her husband. Just as they got into bed, preparing for some intimate moments, they heard a loud shout.
"It sounds like Fan Hang."
Shen Qingqing sat up abruptly, ignoring Fu Jingshu's dark expression, and got out of bed to head for the door.
Fu Jingshu fastened the buttons on his shirt that he had unbuttoned and followed closely behind.
The corridor was pitch black, with only slivers of moonlight filtering in, allowing them to see two people fighting in the corridor. The one on the left was extremely skilled, striking with fierce blows. The one on the right was being pushed back step by step, cursing incessantly.
"Who are you? How dare you break into my house? Do you know who I am?"
Fan Hang was exasperated.
He had only come out for a drink when he discovered someone sneaking into A Lang's room. Without a word, he pounced, but the person's skills were unexpectedly formidable.
If the fight continued, he was bound to lose.
Just then, he spotted a silhouette at the end of the corridor. Although he couldn't see her face, he knew it was her from her figure and height.
"Shen, call the police quickly!"
To his surprise, the silhouette rushed towards them without a word.
What followed was like a dream. Fan Hang soon witnessed what it meant to never judge a book by its cover.
The assailant didn't even bother to acknowledge the woman rushing towards them, and even planned to grab a hostage to make it easier to take A Lang away.
He never expected that the woman's seemingly casual punch would carry immense power!
One punch sent him flying!
The man hit the wall with a loud bang, then slowly slid to the ground. His spine was rigid, and his body trembled. However, he ignored the pain and looked at the woman's shapely figure in front of him with terror.
Where did this pervert come from?!
How could a woman have such great strength?!