Nan Sheng’s clear, gentle gaze fell upon his face, her voice softening slightly.
“Thank you, Second Master, for standing up for me.”
Her voice was very soft. The old madam, being hard of hearing due to her age, couldn’t make out the words clearly and simply assumed the young couple were sharing intimate whispers, secretly pleased in her heart.
“Don’t overthink it. I’m just giving Grandma an explanation.” Fu Moyan sat by Nan Sheng’s bedside with his back to the light, his expression obscured in the shadows.
But Nan Sheng could keenly sense that the cold aura around him had largely dissipated.
So… Second Master Fu also enjoyed hearing pleasant words?
Nan Sheng was skilled at flattery, her temperament gentle as water, and exceptionally good at saying sweet things to please others.
As long as Second Master Fu didn’t misunderstand her intentions toward him, she could easily keep him happy.
“Explanations vary. If Second Master didn’t care, you could have just sent any random Lu family member to brush me off and been done with it.Fu Moyan’s voice quickened slightly, “How do you know I didn’t just find someone to deal with you?””
“Because Second Master specifically reminded me.”
A faint smile graced Nan Sheng’s pale, weak face—a gentle, moving smile, her eyes clear and transparent.
Second Master Fu tightened his grip on the bowl, remarking with slight disdain, “How self-conceited.”
Nan Sheng continued to smile faintly, not exposing Second Master Fu’s stubborn pretense.
After being lectured by Grandma during the day, both seemed to have retracted their thorns, each taking a step back.
Not seeking favoritism, but at least able to discard prejudice and treat each other normally.
After finishing the bowl of congee, Old Madam Fu stood up, preparing to return to the old residence.
“Ah, I’m getting old and can’t stay up late anymore,” she sighed, rubbing her legs.
Fu Moyan moved to support her, but the old madam waved him away.
“Don’t mind me. Stay here and keep Xiao Sheng company!”
“Have the doctors set up a bed for you beside hers tonight. You’ll sleep here with Xiao Sheng. She’s just been in a car accident and suffered a great shock—she’s prone to nightmares at night. You need to stay alert while sleeping; if you notice anything wrong, call the doctor immediately!”
Old Madam Fu had completely forgotten that Fu Moyan was also injured.
Fu Moyan’s face darkened, his aura chillingly cold, but he suppressed his temper and saw the old madam off.
He stared at Nan Sheng’s abdomen, his tone unfriendly, “Just because you’re carrying a child in your belly, you’ve become the ancestor of the Fu family, while everyone else might as well be picked up from the streets!”
Nan Sheng, wiping her mouth with a tissue, chuckled softly at his sour words, “I have Second Master to thank for that. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”
For a moment, Second Master Fu didn’t understand Nan Sheng’s meaning.
When he did, his shock was unimaginable.
He stared intently at Nan Sheng for a long while before managing to utter, “Is this how the Nan family teaches their daughters?!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Fu Moyan knew he’d misspoken.
Sure enough, the smile vanished from Nan Sheng’s face, her gaze toward Fu Moyan once again veiled with aloofness and coldness.
“Second Master, it’s getting dark. You should rest early.”
Nan Sheng turned to the nurse beside her and said, “Please help me lie down. I want to sleep.”
The nurse stepped forward to adjust her pillow and assisted Nan Sheng as she lay down.
Nan Sheng then looked at Fu Moyan again, gently urging him to leave, “Second Master, you don’t need to strictly follow Grandma’s instructions. I never have nightmares and am not easily frightened.”
“It’s late, and I need to rest. Could you please leave?”
She asked him in soft, gentle tones—even in her anger while asking him to leave, she politely included a “please.”
Second Master Fu naturally wouldn’t take this insult.
She looked down on him, and thought he would leave just because she told him to?!
Fu Moyan cast a cold glance at the nurse. “Have someone bring a bed over. I’m sleeping here tonight!”
Nan Sheng disliked arguing with others.
She silently lay down, one hand resting on her abdomen, her head turned to press against the pillow as she assumed a sleeping position.
Ignoring him?
Fu Moyan vaguely sensed that his earlier words had upset Nan Sheng. A faint regret stirred in his heart, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to apologize.
He remained silent, saying nothing as the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly heavy.
Soon a nurse wheeled in a hospital bed covered with thick blankets, likely concerned about Second Master Fu’s comfort.
The lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, Fu Moyan possessed keen senses. He could hear Nan Sheng’s uneven breathing beside him, somewhat hurried.
It seemed she was truly angry.
Considering she was carrying a child and that pregnant women shouldn’t sleep while upset as it harms their health, Second Master Fu, after a long silence, suddenly spoke: “My apologies!”
His deep, resonant voice spread through the hospital room, amplified infinitely in the darkness, striking against eardrums.
Truth be told, Fu Moyan’s voice was truly pleasant.
His low, magnetic tone carried a cold, firm quality that felt inexplicably captivating.
At the very least, Nan Sheng felt her ears tingling slightly upon hearing it.
The resentment clogging her chest suddenly dissipated.
This man was cheating!
Nan Sheng wasn’t one to indulge in petty tantrums. Since Second Master Fu had finally offered an olive branch, she took the opportunity to step down.
In the quiet, dark room, Nan Sheng’s soft, gentle voice emerged.
“If Second Master is dissatisfied with me in the future, you can tell me directly.”
“The Nan Family raised me and includes my siblings. You may scold me, but please don’t insult them. If there are any shortcomings, they are mine alone and have nothing to do with them.”
“My second elder sister has protected me since I was young, and I’ve watched over my younger sisters. I don’t want to bring trouble upon them.”
“When Second Master constantly says the Nan Family lacks proper upbringing, it angers me and breaks my heart, because I’ve brought shame upon them.”
Few people ever bared their hearts to Fu Moyan like this.
Nan Sheng’s words weren’t harsh, nor did they sound like demands.
Her tone was light, her voice soft, as if merely offering a small suggestion during a conversation.
After hearing her, Second Master Fu felt somewhat unsettled.
Had he really been bullying her?
Second Master Fu turned over in bed, the hospital bed creaking in protest. His slightly impatient voice rang out, “Understood!”
“You need your dressing changed tomorrow. Stop wasting words so late at night!”
Nan Sheng was already accustomed to Second Master Fu’s habit of shifting blame and felt no anger at all.
Someday, someone would teach Second Master Fu how to speak properly.
If no such person ever appeared, then Second Master Fu should consider himself fortunate.
Having spoken her mind, Nan Sheng quickly fell asleep.
Listening to her steady breathing, Fu Moyan, who hadn’t been tired initially, unknowingly drifted off as well.
As his consciousness faded, he found himself wondering what he would do if Nan Sheng had a nightmare and woke up crying.
Comforting her was naturally out of the question.
The sight of women crying always irritated him, but he couldn’t very well shout at her—after all, who could blame someone for crying after a frightening dream?
The night passed peacefully, and the scenario Second Master Fu worried about never occurred.
With Fu Moyan acting as her nighttime guardian, Nan Sheng slept soundly and securely.
She woke up feeling much more energetic, even her smile held a touch more gentleness.
“Madam, your breakfast.”
The caregiver attending to her instinctively softened their tone, as if speaking louder would be an offense to her.
“Thank you,” Nan Sheng whispered her gratitude.
Just then, Fu Moyan entered, having changed into a fresh outfit.
He was still dressed in a black suit, his tall and robust frame making the suit appear crisp and exuding a subtle allure.
Having had the fortune to witness the sensual temptation beneath that suit, an involuntary thought surfaced in Nan Sheng’s mind: Second Master Fu’s physique was quite suited for a uniform fantasy.
There were plenty of women who coveted Second Master Fu’s body, and he was well aware of it.
But Second Master Fu never considered Nan Sheng to be one of them.
Over the past few days of interaction, Nan Sheng had made her ‘dislike’ for him quite clear.
“Awake?” he asked casually, adjusting his suit cuffs.
Nan Sheng nodded in confusion.
After fastening his buttons, Fu Moyan gestured to the nurse, his tone cold as he commanded, “Give me the bowl of congee.”
Again?!
Nan Sheng instinctively took a step back, leaning against the headboard.
Her reaction successfully darkened Second Master Fu’s expression.
“Ahem!” Xiao Yu, who had been holding up a phone nearby, cleared his throat lightly to make his presence known.
Only then did Nan Sheng notice that the phone’s camera was pointed at her.
Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly as she asked softly, “What’s going on?”
Xiao Yu explained with a smile, “By Old Madam’s orders, Second Master is to accompany you during breakfast, and we’re to record it as evidence for her inspection later.”
Nan Sheng felt a wave of exasperation.
Now she understood why Fu Moyan was in such a foul mood.
A trace of helplessness crossed Nan Sheng’s fair, gentle face as her gaze shifted to Fu Moyan. “Second Master, this must be quite a bother for you.”
Fu Moyan let out a cold laugh. “I think it’s more of a bother for you.”
She avoided him as if he were some kind of filth—did she really detest him that much?
So early in the morning, and he was already being sarcastic?
Nan Sheng was certain she hadn’t provoked him.
This man’s temper was more unpredictable than her menstrual cycle, flaring up at the slightest trigger.
Nan Sheng curved her lips into a light smile, ignoring Fu Moyan’s expression. “Then I’ll trouble you, Second Master.”
“Hmph, as long as you’re aware!”
Fu Moyan took the bowl of congee with clear displeasure, stirring it with a spoon as he began “serving his wife.”