Just as the nurse brought over water, Nan Sheng took a sip through the straw.
Her eyes lightly glanced over as she asked softly, “What’s the matter? Is Miss Lu unwilling?”
“Of course I’m unwilling!” Lu Fei’s eyes reddened with anger.
Nan Sheng curved her lips into a light smile, her gaze falling on Xiao Yu. “I believe Mr. Xiao will have a solution.”
Withdrawing her gaze, she lay back on the bed. “Please see our guests out, Mr. Xiao.”
“Yes!”
As Lu Fei struggled to curse, a bodyguard swiftly stepped forward and covered her mouth.
In the blink of an eye, all four people were dragged away.
Before leaving, Xiao Yu thanked Nan Sheng, “Thank you, Madam.”
Nan Sheng gently shook her head. “Assistant Xiao was implicated because of me. I don’t deserve your thanks.”
Xiao Yu wanted to say more but reconsidered and remained silent as he left the room.
After experiencing the Lu family’s apology, Nan Sheng was in a rather good mood.
Thinking about the reason behind the Lu family’s apology, she opened her phone with her left hand, hesitated for a long while, and finally sent a text message to Fu Moyan.
“I’ve received the Lu family’s apology. Thank you, Second Master.”
Nan Sheng thought that given Second Master Fu’s personality, he would likely just sneer at her message and ignore it.
She didn’t know that Second Master Fu was currently reading a message from his father, radiating hostility and irritability.
As more messages kept coming, he was about to smash his phone when a text message suddenly popped up.
Spam message?!
Who still uses text messages to communicate these days?
Second Master Fu instinctively moved to delete it, but as his finger hovered over the screen, he suddenly realized the number looked familiar.
Opening the message, his previously irritable and aggressive emotions suddenly subsided slightly.
“I’ve received the Lu family’s apology. Thank you, Second Master.”
Through the screen, Fu Moyan could almost hear Nan Sheng’s gentle, water-like voice.
His heart felt as if it had been washed by warm, soft water.
Second Master Fu snorted with pride.
Under normal circumstances, he indeed wouldn’t respond to Nan Sheng.
But today was different. His father’s words had filled him with rage, and in his heated state, he turned and replied to Nan Sheng’s message.
“Thank me? Is Third Miss Nan’s gratitude that cheap? A verbal thanks is enough?”
Nan Sheng stared at the address “Third Miss Nan” for three seconds.
With that sarcastic tone, was he having his monthly mood swings again?
Maintaining her calm composure, Nan Sheng decided not to bother with Fu Moyan over such trivial matters.
“What kind of thank-you gift would Second Master like then?”
This question actually stumped Fu Moyan, and the anger in his chest unconsciously dissipated.
After a long pause, he finally replied.
“Focus on resting properly during your pregnancy!”
Every word dripped with disdain.
Reading this, Nan Sheng thought to herself: Was Second Master Fu warning her not to cause any more trouble?
She lowered her eyes, her clear, gentle gaze resting on the phone, her expression peaceful and serene.
Though she appeared extremely gentle, at this moment she seemed enveloped in a layer of glass – distant and aloof.
That evening, Second Master Fu was once again dragged to the hospital by Old Madam Fu.
This time, Nan Sheng had already eaten dinner in advance.
But one can never anticipate all outcomes.
Old Madam Fu pointed at Fu Moyan as the nurse came to change the bandages. “You do it!”
The bandages had been removed from Fu Moyan’s head, revealing his handsome, imposing face that radiated an keep-away coldness.
He already knew refusal was useless.
Sitting down beside Nan Sheng with complete indifference.
Nan Sheng looked up, her clear, bright eyes fixed on Fu Moyan, suspicion hidden in their depths.
“Would Second Master Fu do this?”
Fu Moyan cast a faint glance at Nan Sheng, then took her hand and began unwrapping the bandage.
Her unbandaged fingers rested softly in Fu Moyan’s palm, their delicate pads unconsciously brushing against his skin.
The scorching warmth from Fu Moyan’s palm transmitted to Nan Sheng’s fingertips.
The motion resembled two people holding hands.
Nan Sheng wasn’t particularly fond of overly intimate contact.
Fortunately, the bandage was soon removed, and the sight of the shocking wound on Nan Sheng’s hand dissipated any ambiguous atmosphere.
Nan Sheng’s skin was snow-white, possessing the delicate tenderness cultivated through meticulous care.
Her hands were slender and pale like scallion tips, resembling works of art.
The bruise on her hand was bluish-purple with reddish hues, fierce and terrifying, brutally disrupting this beauty.
Old Madam Fu also saw Nan Sheng’s wound, feeling both heartache and lingering fear.
“This is all the Lu Family’s wrongdoing!”
Nan Sheng offered a gentle smile, her expression calm and soft. “Grandmother, please don’t be angry. If you think about it from another perspective, it’s fortunate this injury only landed on my hand.”
As Fu Moyan applied medicine, his hand pressed down heavily, making Nan Sheng gasp sharply.
When she lifted her gaze, she fell into his pitch-black eyes, their profound depth seemingly capable of drawing one into oblivion.
Nan Sheng’s willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed as she avoided Fu Moyan’s gaze. Her palm-sized face showed restraint, and her pale lips were pressed tightly together.
“Be gentler!” she couldn’t help but softly remind him.
Fu Moyan paused his movements, allowing Nan Sheng to recover.
Old Madam Fu was filled with lingering fear. “If this wound had been on Mo Yan instead, would he even be alive now?!”
At this thought, Old Madam Fu grew extremely, extremely angry.
She had nearly lost her grandson, granddaughter-in-law, and great-grandson!
If they didn’t properly teach the Lu Family a lesson to make them remember, what if something like this happened again?
They might not be so lucky every time!
The expression of Second Master Fu, who might not have survived, was quite vivid.
Watching his expressive face, Nan Sheng actually managed to summon a faint smile amidst their troubles.
Her narrow eyes held a warm softness in their smile, her full lips slightly curved, her entire being radiating ease and gentleness.
Her voice flowed like a gentle stream, pleasant to the ear. “Second Master is blessed with great fortune. Since he’s unharmed this time, greater blessings must follow. There’s no need for Grandmother to worry.”
A wave of warm desire rushed into the cold current, instantly shattering the icy, rigid defenses.
Even Second Master Fu himself didn’t realize how gentle and careful his movements had become.
He lowered his head, breaking their eye contact, his slightly cold voice carrying a hoarse quality. “Oh? What greater blessings?”
Nan Sheng looked at him in surprise, not expecting Second Master Fu to pursue her words.
It had only been casual comfort.
This reminded her of his sarcastic “Third Miss Nan” remark at noon.
Fu Moyan had even complained that her gratitude felt too cheap.
Why had Second Master Fu been acting so strangely lately?
Nan Sheng responded with a gentle smile, her eyes curving like two crescent moons. “Naturally, freedom from disaster and illness, peace and smooth sailing.”
Second Master Fu held Nan Sheng’s hand, remaining silent for a long while.
Old Madam Fu nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, yes, surviving great disaster must bring later blessings. Once Xiao Sheng’s injury heals, you must accompany me to Puji Temple to fulfill our vow.”
She gazed kindly at Nan Sheng’s stomach with a warm smile. “And we can also pray for peace for the little one in your belly.”
Nan Sheng instinctively touched her stomach with her left hand.
It was still too early in the pregnancy for her to feel much.
Beneath her fingertips, she felt a slight dampness, something Nan Sheng found quite uncomfortable, as if it carried traces of Fu Moyan’s presence.
She asked in confusion, “Second Master, is it very hot? Why is your palm sweating?”
“The room is a bit stuffy. I’m going outside for some fresh air,” he said in a low voice.
After bandaging Nan Sheng, Fu Moyan strode out of the ward.
Watching his retreating figure, Old Madam Fu couldn’t help but remark, “He’s not going for fresh air—he’s sneaking off to rejoice in secret!”