As an intelligent and perceptive subordinate, Xiao Yun immediately fell silent upon receiving the signal.
The moment Fu Moyan nodded, he swiftly climbed into the passenger seat, doing his utmost to minimize his presence.
Although Fu Moyan had agreed to ride with Nan Sheng to the old residence, they sat on opposite sides of the backseat, the space between them wide enough to contain an entire galaxy.
If Xiao Yun hadn’t inconsiderately taken the front passenger seat, Second Master Fu would never have stooped to sharing the back with Nan Sheng.
The atmosphere in the car was heavy and stagnant.
Only Nan Sheng seemed completely unaffected, still in the mood to enjoy the scenery outside.
Fu Moyan sat in the car, his heart cold and detached.
As he turned to look out the window, a minivan suddenly emerged from a side road without any intention of slowing down.
Fu Moyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he sharply commanded, “Xiao Yun, slow down and turn left!”
Damn it, he’d forgotten Xiao Yun wasn’t driving!
Startled, Nan Sheng followed his gaze and saw the speeding minivan too.
“Qin Dai!”
The car swerved sharply to the left as the minivan suddenly appeared right in front of them.
Just as Nan Sheng opened the door, a shadow fell over her head and a scorching, firm hand wrapped around her waist.
Guided by this hand, Nan Sheng tumbled out of the vehicle.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion erupted beside her ears, the sound of shattering glass mixing with human screams that violently assaulted her eardrums.
After the explosion, flames surged upward, fiery tongues licking from all directions.
Protected by Fu Moyan, Nan Sheng rolled away from the car, instinctively raising her hands to shield the back of his head.
The intense flames burned her eyes, a stinging pain spreading across the back of her hand before darkness swallowed her vision and she lost consciousness.
…
Hospital —
When Nan Sheng awoke, her ears were still ringing, and her right hand burned with searing pain.
She rolled her eyes to the side and saw Old Mrs. Fu’s worried face beside her.
Slowly, she remembered what had happened.
She and Fu Moyan had been attacked in a car accident on their way to the old residence.
She didn’t even need to think to know who was behind it.
The Lu Family from Hong Kong had built their fortune through underworld activities in their early days. Though they’d been trying to legitimize their business in recent years, they remained half in the shadows, never hesitating to engage in dirty deeds behind the scenes.
But Nan Sheng never expected the Lu Family would be so brazen as to attempt a vehicular assault right on the streets of Shen City.
Were they trying to make her death look like an accident?
She moved her lips, but her throat was dry and itchy.
Her lips moved without producing any sound.
The Old Madam immediately called out, “Water! Quickly, bring some water for Xiao Sheng!”
After drinking some water, Nan Sheng could barely manage to speak.
She hadn’t forgotten that Fu Moyan had protected her when the accident occurred.
Her voice hoarse, she asked, “What about Second Master? Is he alright?”
Fu Moyan, who had just finished having his wounds dressed, heard these words as he entered the room.
A strange emotion flickered in his pitch-black eyes as he replied coolly, “I’m fine.”
Fu Moyan suddenly realized something quite interesting.
Just who was the one being dishonest here?
Weren’t all of Nan Sheng’s actions just different ways of trying to get his attention?
With this thought, his gaze toward Nan Sheng took on a more appraising and suspicious quality.
Old Mrs. Fu felt both happy and distressed. “You silly child, the first thing you ask about after waking up is Mo Yan’s condition, without any concern for yourself! You’re carrying a child in your womb, remember!”
Nan Sheng managed a weak smile, her gentle voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness. “Judging by your expression, Grandma, the baby must be fine.”
Nan Sheng’s displayed intelligence and gentleness evoked affection in others.
Of course, what mattered most was that she held Fu Moyan in her heart, which greatly pleased Old Madam Fu.
Old Madam Fu gently tucked the blanket around Nan Sheng and comforted her softly, “Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you. The child is fine, and you’re not seriously injured either—just your hand is wounded and will need some time to heal properly.”
Since Nan Sheng was still pregnant, many medications couldn’t be used, so her wound would likely take a while to recover.
Gripping her cane and suppressing her excitement, Old Madam Fu said, “Xiao Sheng, you truly are Mo Yan’s lucky star!”
If Nan Sheng’s hand hadn’t been injured, the old lady would have surely held her hand and expressed her emotions at length.
Nan Sheng was taken aback by the term “lucky star” and looked at Old Madam Fu in confusion.
“Grandma, what do you mean by that?”
Old Madam Fu smiled and explained, “The police reviewed the surveillance footage from the scene. Thanks to you shielding Mo Yan’s head with your hand at the critical moment, that flying metal piece didn’t take his life. You are Mo Yan’s savior!”
If Nan Sheng hadn’t instinctively blocked it, the shrapnel from the explosion could have pierced straight through Fu Moyan’s skull. Even if he were the King of Hell in Shen City, he wouldn’t have survived.
Nan Sheng’s hand had been directly pierced!
She instinctively glanced at Fu Moyan.
His head was also wrapped in a bandage, his sharp features as coldly handsome as ever.
But it seemed the wound wasn’t too deep.
Well, her hand had taken the blow after all.
Noticing Nan Sheng’s gaze, Fu Moyan’s eyes remained cool as he remarked meaningfully, “Grandma, the cause of this car accident hasn’t been clarified yet. Calling someone a savior… seems a bit premature.”
Old Madam Fu, rarely truly angered by him, retorted irritably, “What do you mean premature? Isn’t it true that Xiao Sheng helped you avert a disaster?! When did the Old Master and I ever teach you to treat your savior like this?”
Fu Moyan didn’t argue but simply settled into the sofa, his posture domineering and arrogant, his stern face faintly revealing impatience.
Old Madam Fu turned her attention back, instantly performing a masterful change of expression as she beamed at Nan Sheng.
“My judgment was truly sound. When I went to Puji Temple to pray for a good match, the master said your birth charts were compatible—a match made in heaven. See, it has already come true!”
Old Madam Fu said earnestly, “Once you’ve both recovered, I’ll take you to the temple to seek protective charms. We’ll ask the Bodhisattva to bless you and the child, to turn misfortunes into blessings and ensure peace in all things.”
“I hope that after overcoming this ordeal, we won’t encounter any more dangers,” Nan Sheng thought to herself.
If the Lu Family was behind the attack, then Fu Moyan had been implicated because of her.
She was no lucky star; she might even be a jinx.
The truth would come out eventually, and she couldn’t wait until it did to explain—by then, she’d be seen as untrustworthy from all sides.
“Grandma, this incident might have happened because of me. Please don’t call me a savior anymore; I’m truly too ashamed to accept it!”
Nan Sheng hung her head in shame, her pale cheeks flushing slightly as if genuinely remorseful.
From the sofa, Fu Moyan cast her a sidelong glance, the corner of his lips curling as if in a cold smile.
She really knew how to act.
The Oscars would be remiss not to award her for her performance.
If the setting were different, Fu Moyan might have been tempted to ask if the Nan Family specialized in teaching acting.
Seeing Nan Sheng’s expression, Old Madam Fu knew she wasn’t joking. “Xiao Sheng, what’s going on? Tell your grandmother about it.”
Nan Sheng asked softly, “Grandmother, have you heard of the Lu Family from Hong Kong City?”