Her movements were practiced and natural, not the least bit abrupt.
Second Master Fu was in the midst of his anger when Nan Sheng unexpectedly pulled this move. He forgot to resist and passively followed her inside.
It wasn’t until Nan Sheng sat down beside him while he remained standing, separated from the attending physician by a black office desk and exchanging stares, that he realized what had just happened.
For a moment, Second Master Fu’s expression turned peculiar.
Their interaction just now completely resembled a newlywed couple having a lover’s quarrel, with the wife subtly coaxing her husband.
Assistant Xiao Yun happened to catch this scene and revealed an “as expected” expression.
The attending physician noticed the room’s atmosphere had finally returned to normal and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Couples could quarrel all they wanted, but they shouldn’t involve innocent bystanders.
Fu Moyan absentmindedly accompanied her through the medical examination. When exiting the consultation room, he was still holding Nan Sheng’s medical record.
Nan Sheng glanced at Fu Moyan’s hand and asked softly, “Second Master, shall I take care of the medical record?”
Fu Moyan looked down and instinctively tossed it to Nan Sheng, as if what he was holding was something scorching hot.
When he saw Nan Sheng and Shen Linjiang entangled together, he had been filled with raging anger.
This fury hadn’t diminished much even after breaking both of Shen Linjiang’s legs.
Given Fu Moyan’s temperament, it was already remarkable that he hadn’t immediately stormed off in anger.
Yet he had actually accompanied Nan Sheng through her medical examination.
Nan Sheng put away the medical record and casually asked, “Why did Second Master come to the hospital today?”
At first, Nan Sheng thought he was visiting a friend at the hospital, but Fu Moyan had stayed by her side since arriving, showing no intention of going elsewhere.
This question somewhat irritated Second Master Fu.
Why did he come here?
Wasn’t it because he remembered the doctor’s instructions from yesterday? Thinking that since they were putting on a show, they might as well go all the way, he decided to come along today.
He just hadn’t expected to encounter Shen Linjiang cuckolding him.
Thinking of this, Second Master Fu became displeased again. In a deep voice tinged with sarcasm, he said, “If I hadn’t come, how could I have witnessed today’s wonderful performance?”
Nan Sheng had grown accustomed to Second Master Fu occasionally speaking harshly.
She wasn’t foolish; with a little thought, she could guess the truth.
Although Fu Moyan didn’t like her, he was quite responsible. He had probably come because of the child.
But this man was truly stubborn—if the sky were falling, wouldn’t he probably try to hold it up with his mouth?
Just then, Xiao Yun walked in.
Nan Sheng asked with composure, “Where’s Shen Linjiang?”
Suddenly, the atmosphere fell into dead silence.
Xiao Yun stole a glance at his boss and indeed saw Fu Moyan’s terrifyingly dark expression, a precursor to an outburst.
He hesitated for five seconds before choosing to answer honestly: “He’s in room 301.”
Nan Sheng chuckled lightly, “Could I trouble Assistant Xiao for a favor? I have some matters to ask him.”
Xiao Yun glanced at his master, seeking guidance with his eyes. But Fu Moyan only gave him a cold sidelong glance, full of arrogance and aloofness, refusing to meet his gaze.
“This… Madam, I follow Second Master’s orders.”
Nan Sheng looked up and saw Fu Moyan’s sculpted, upright features, his face frozen like ice—perfect for being a statue in a fountain center.
She decided not to trouble anyone further and walked directly toward room 301.
The door was half-open, allowing a clear view of Shen Linjiang’s pained face, his mouth covered as he struggled frantically.
When Second Master Fu said he would break someone’s leg, he meant it literally—there was absolutely no exaggeration.
Nan Sheng’s lips still carried a smile, but her eyes had turned several degrees colder.
As she pushed the door to enter, Fu Moyan pulled her back by the waist. “What if his ugly appearance frightens my daughter?”
Nan Sheng was so angry she almost laughed. “Your daughter isn’t even an embryo yet—she can’t be frightened!”
Ignoring her remark, Fu Moyan spoke coldly, “If you have questions, send Xiao Yun in!”
No matter what, he didn’t want Shen Linjiang appearing anywhere near his daughter.
Since someone else could handle it, Nan Sheng didn’t insist on going herself.
She spoke softly, “Assistant Xiao, could you please ask Shen Linjiang who told him that I schemed against Second Master Fu?”
The hand loosely resting on her waist suddenly tightened, gripping Nan Sheng’s slender waist firmly.
Even without looking up, Nan Sheng knew exactly how unpleasant Fu Moyan’s expression must be.
She lightly patted the back of his hand and chided, “Second Master, are you trying to strangle your daughter?”
Her touch was gentle, her voice tender and slightly reproachful—less like a scolding and more like a soft, coquettish complaint.
Fu Moyan instinctively loosened his grip. Only afterward did he fully process her words, feeling his entire body grow weak and tingly, his hands momentarily unsure where to rest.
He cleared his throat lightly, suppressing his embarrassment.
Nan Sheng also realized she’d been led astray by his wording—the term “daughter” had slipped out effortlessly, irritating her slightly.
Noticing the awkward atmosphere, Xiao Yun quickly accepted the task. “Rest assured, Madam, I will not fail your trust.”
With that, he slipped into the hospital room and closed the door behind him.
No matter how soundproof the room was, some inappropriate noises might still leak out.
Lost in thought, Nan Sheng lowered her gaze and walked toward the sofa in the hallway.
Suddenly, she was tugged sideways, stumbling directly into Fu Moyan’s embrace.
Her forehead and nose bumped against his rock-hard chest.
“What are you thinking about? You’re so distracted—any further and you would’ve walked right into the sofa!”
Fu Moyan’s stern voice sounded above her head, tinged with displeasure.
The pain left Nan Sheng breathless. Clutching her nose, she leaned fully against Fu Moyan as tears streamed down silently.
Her crying startled Fu Moyan.
Though Second Master Fu was known for his ruthlessness and merciless demeanor, he was utterly helpless against a woman’s tears.
Unconsciously nestled in his arms, soft and delicate, with her small hands pressed against his chest, Second Master Fu stiffened completely. His shirt clung to his skin, burning hot against his chest.