The pale green cheongsam skirt collided with the ink-black suit.
Soft warmth met cold hardness, tightly entangled together until it was difficult to distinguish one from the other.
The man’s throat tightened slightly, his deep voice cold and magnetic yet unusually softened, “Why are you crying?”
The familiar words slipped into Nan Sheng’s mind, inexplicably reminding her of his comforting words that night.
Her jade-white fingers subconsciously clenched his black shirt.
Qin Dai watched anxiously from the side, quickly handing tissues to Fu Moyan.
“Second Master, tissues!”
She had intended to give them to Nan Sheng, but Second Master was holding her tightly—how could she possibly reach in and hand them to Third Young Lady?
Fu Moyan paused for a moment before naturally accepting them. Just as he was about to touch Nan Sheng’s delicate cheek, he hesitated.
This gesture didn’t seem quite appropriate for him to make.
Nan Sheng lifted her eyelids in surprise, her bright, luminous eyes slightly reddened, lashes curled and fanned upward.
With each blink, it felt as though she was tickling Fu Moyan’s heart.
The tissues absorbed the glistening teardrops, a haze of mist veiling her eyes and concealing the emotions within.
She seemed to be studying him, yet also appeared confused.
Accidentally touching the teardrops, Fu Moyan found them scalding to his fingertips.
His movements were somewhat hurried as he finished wiping Nan Sheng’s face.
“It’s just a bump, and you ended up crying over it.” His stern tone couldn’t hide his disdain.
“So delicate!”
Nan Sheng’s face scrunched up in pain from Fu Moyan’s rough handling.
Her originally fair skin now bore a flush of red.
She pulled away Fu Moyan’s hand from her waist and said softly, “Second Master could warn me next time.”
Fu Moyan’s hand now empty, he rubbed the tissue between his fingers, glancing at Nan Sheng with a mocking glint in his eyes. “You still think there will be a next time?”
Nan Sheng gently brushed the corner of her eye, wiping away nonexistent tear stains, and slowly curved her lips into a faint smile.
“Second Master is right. There won’t be a next time.”
Her words carried a deeper meaning, leaving Fu Moyan feeling unsettled.
Nan Sheng straightened her skirt and gracefully took a seat on the sofa.
The previously ambiguous atmosphere instantly turned cold.
Not long after, Xiao Yun emerged with others following behind him.
He first cast a complicated glance at Nan Sheng before shifting his gaze to Fu Moyan, who stood by the window.
“Second Master, Shen Linjiang has confessed everything.”
As Fu Moyan’s subordinate, Xiao Yun naturally awaited his orders.
Moreover, he keenly sensed the tense atmosphere and didn’t dare speak carelessly.
Were this couple having another disagreement?
Nan Sheng wasn’t in a hurry to ask, and Fu Moyan remained silent, as if waiting for the other to beg.
In truth, Nan Sheng was lost in thought, unaware that Fu Moyan had once again become difficult.
Although Xiao Yun hadn’t provided an answer yet, she had already vaguely guessed the truth about that night.
Once everything became clear, a cold gleam surfaced in Nan Sheng’s eyes. “Assistant Xiao, was it my mother who told him everything about me and Fu Moyan?”
Xiao Yun looked surprised, glanced at the silent Fu Moyan, and cautiously nodded.
Nan Sheng suddenly laughed.
The corners of her eyes curved, her red lips lifted, and her misty eyes brimmed with laughter.
Like morning light dancing on calm water, the entire world seemed to come alive with her smile—stunning beyond words.
Yet Xiao Yun felt that Madam wasn’t happy at all.
Her face smiled, but her eyes held no emotion. Within those hazy orbs, it was as if something had completely shattered.
Shattered?
It was more likely disappointment and pain.
To be calculated by her own mother—no wonder Madam was hurting.
Xiao Yun jolted awake and quickly averted his gaze, only to find his Second Master also watching the lady.
Fu Moyan stood by the window, half his face shrouded in shadow. His gaze upon Nan Sheng was profound and inscrutable, the earlier sharpness now gone.
Nan Sheng smiled radiantly and rose to walk toward the hospital room.
“Madam?!” Xiao Yun was puzzled by her action.
“There are some things I’d like to ask him personally.”
Since Fu Moyan remained silent, Xiao Yun didn’t dare stop her and could only watch helplessly as Nan Sheng entered the room.
Seeing Nan Sheng, the pale-faced Shen Linjiang flashed a hint of hatred in his eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
Nan Sheng smiled sweetly, her voice gentle as velvet. “Young Master Shen, when did you find out about my ‘scheming’ to sleep with Fu Moyan?”
Fu Moyan, who had just entered, heard these words and raised an eyebrow slightly, his deep, cold gaze settling on Shen Linjiang.
Seeing Fu Moyan and Xiao Yun behind him, Shen Linjiang gritted his teeth in hatred but didn’t dare provoke them, answering obediently instead.
“Half a month ago.”
What?!
Xiao Yun was greatly surprised.
Even the Fu Family had only uncovered everything three days ago, only approaching the Nan Family after obtaining solid evidence.
How could Shen Linjiang—a penniless, powerless playboy—have known this?
Nan Sheng wasn’t surprised. “I suppose it took Young Master Shen quite some time to convince yourself to accept me?”
Even with the carrot of benefits dangling before him, it would take some psychological preparation for the philandering young master of the Shen Family to swallow his pride and chase after his discarded ex-fiancée.
Shen Linjiang turned his head away, his thoughts laid bare by Nan Sheng.
It was precisely because he couldn’t overcome his pride that he had procrastinated until three days ago to call Nan Sheng and beg for reconciliation.
“Three days ago, after Second Master found evidence of my scheme and came to confront me, he accidentally discovered I was pregnant. Then Mrs. Chen Lei called you, urging you to act quickly, didn’t she?”
How else could such a coincidence be explained?
No sooner had Nan Sheng called Chen Lei about her pregnancy than Shen Linjiang called to beg for reconciliation.
Chen Lei had attempted suicide by jumping off a building, but she wasn’t dead yet.
She still had plenty of obedient subordinates under her.
Having failed in his own schemes, Shen Linjiang didn’t bother hiding it. “Yes! She said she didn’t want to see you marry into the Fu Family, only wanting you to marry me.”
“Aunt Chen also said your marriage with Second Master is fake, without any real feelings. As long as I acted quickly and secretly won you back, your engagement with the Fu Family would naturally become void.”
Shen Linjiang secretly calculated, hoping to pit Nan Sheng and her mother against each other—how else could he get back at them for his injuries?!
Nan Sheng lowered her head with a soft laugh. How could someone as clever as her fail to see through Shen Linjiang’s petty schemes?
She suddenly turned to look at Fu Moyan, gazing into his dark eyes as she said softly, “Special Assistant Xiao, I think Young Master Shen… isn’t being very cooperative.”
Fu Moyan’s eyes grew even darker and more profound, his Adam’s apple moving silently before he finally spoke. “Xiao Yun, teach him some manners then!”
This time, neither Nan Sheng nor Fu Moyan left the room.
Shen Linjiang watched in terror as bodyguards approached, thrashing wildly like a trapped silkworm.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”
Nan Sheng asked softly, “What did Chen Lei promise you?”
Shen Linjiang stiffened, frightened by the two tall, strong bodyguards, and had no choice but to tell the truth.
“Aunt Chen told me you hold shares in the Nan Family. By marrying you, I can rightfully obtain the Nan Family and smoothly inherit the Chen Family!”
A low, mocking laugh rang out.
Nan Sheng’s heart turned ice-cold.
“Do you know Lin Mei?”
Shen Linjiang looked bewildered. “No, I don’t!”
Though he didn’t know who Nan Sheng was referring to, he feared getting caught in the conflict between the mother and daughter and quickly explained, “I haven’t done anything! At most, I just followed Aunt Chen’s instructions to flatter you, hoping you’d change your mind!”
“I know I was wrong! I won’t dare do it again!”
“Nan Sheng, please plead with Second Master on my behalf. I swear I’ll never appear before you again!”
As Shen Linjiang desperately tried to explain, Nan Sheng had already turned and walked away.
She had only taken a few steps when a hand wrapped around her waist, pressing her against the wall.