Nan Sheng asked calmly, “Did she die?”
The nurse replied, “The doctor has arrived and is performing emergency treatment…”
“If she dies, call and let me know. If she survives, take good care of her.” Nan Sheng hung up, her face deathly pale.
Whether due to emotional turmoil or not, her stomach churned violently and her head throbbed with splitting pain.
After leaving the hospital, Old Madam Fu lectured Fu Moyan the entire way.
“Back then, I heard of the Nan Family’s third daughter’s sterling reputation and personally went to propose the match for you. I saw Little Sheng with my own eyes—there isn’t a more gentle and dignified young lady in all of Shen City. Getting engaged to her was an honor for you!”
“Yet in the six months since your engagement, you’ve been like a dead man, never once bothering to check on her. Meanwhile, the Nan Family never missed sending gifts during the holidays!”
“As for last month’s incident, even if she did scheme against you, didn’t you fail to control yourself? How dare you blame her?!”
“You even went to her home specifically to threaten and intimidate her! How impressive! Is this how your grandfather and I raised you?”
Fu Moyan had initially chosen not to rebut Old Madam Fu, fearing he might upset his grandmother. But the mention of being schemed against made him lose his composure.
“What sterling reputation? A reputation of being engaged three times?!”
“If she were truly so virtuous, why was her engagement broken off three times in a row?!” Fu Moyan’s voice was deep and cold, his eyes unable to conceal his disdain.
“The Nan Family has been developing their business overseas all these years. Who knows what she was like abroad? With enough money to craft a reputation, who can tell what’s genuine dignity and what’s fake?”
“You wretched boy!”
Old Madam Fu was absolutely furious. “So you’re taking advantage of Little Sheng’s family being abroad to bully her so brazenly?!”
Fu Moyan found the elderly woman unreasonable and said with a headache, “Grandmother! When have I ever bullied her?”
Having been schemed against and losing his virtue, then being scolded by his grandparents—Fu Moyan felt wronged himself!
Old Madam Fu snorted coldly. “Just now! I saw it with my own two eyes! Your grandfather saw it too!”
Old Master Fu, who had been pretending to be profound nearby, also snorted coldly. “You’re blind yourself, yet you think everyone else is blind too?”
Fu Moyan: “…”
Old Madam Fu looked at her tall, sturdy eldest grandson and felt her heart constrict. “Stop hovering in front of me. Get out of the car!”
Fu Moyan: “…Grandmother, you were the one who dragged me into the car.”
“And I told you to take good care of Little Sheng—did you listen?”
Old Madam Fu suddenly slapped her thigh. “Right, you need to hurry back to the hospital to care for Little Sheng. I’m getting old and useless. Little Sheng is all alone in the hospital!”
She had been so focused on returning home to have nourishing soup prepared for Nan Sheng that she forgot Nan Sheng had only recently returned to the country and was unfamiliar with everything here. When she fell ill, there was no one to care for her.
With this thought, Nan Sheng became a pitiful little thing in Old Madam Fu’s eyes—unloved and uncared for.
The elderly woman completely forgot that she had taken Fu Moyan away precisely because she feared his wretched mouth would upset Nan Sheng.
And so, she mercilessly sent Fu Moyan back to the hospital.
Before he left, Old Madam Fu pointed her cane at him. “You better treat Little Sheng well! If anything happens to her or the child, your grandfather and I will never rest in peace!”
“Your elder brother is over thirty and still unmarried—he doesn’t even have a girlfriend. With your dog-like temper, no one would want you either.”
“Finally got you engaged, and now there’s a child on the way. At least I don’t have to worry about the Fu family line dying out anymore.”
Fu Moyan’s temple twitched violently, and an unpleasant chill radiated from his entire being.
Old Madam Fu glanced at him, speaking with unshakable calm, “I know you’re not happy about it.”
“Don’t worry, once you’re married, I won’t interfere anymore. Your grandfather and I will just focus on raising our grandson and definitely won’t nag you every day.”
“Really?” For a moment, Fu Moyan was actually tempted.
The old master and madam had been constantly urging him to marry and have children. Before his engagement to Nan Sheng, he’d been set up on blind dates every three days on average, and he’d managed to offend every notable socialite in Shen City.
Come to think of it, the six months after his engagement to Nan Sheng had been the most comfortable period he’d experienced.
Since he had to get married sooner or later anyway, and he had no interest in who he married, he might as well choose someone his grandparents approved of…
That was exactly why he’d agreed to the engagement in the first place.
He just never expected Nan Sheng to pull such a stunt.
He detested nothing more than being manipulated, and he’d been ready to call off the engagement—until he discovered Nan Sheng was pregnant.
If the child was really his, then what Old Madam said might not be entirely unacceptable.
Still, letting Nan Sheng get her way so easily left Fu Moyan deeply unsatisfied.
He decided it was time to properly “remind” this Third Miss Nan of her place.
Nan Sheng hadn’t rested long before being awakened again by her ringing phone.
Groggily picking up her phone, her usually gentle voice carried traces of weariness and hoarseness. “Hello? Who is this?”
“Xiao Sheng, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?”
It took Nan Sheng a moment to recognize the voice—it was her ex-fiancé, Shen Linjiang.
The famously promiscuous playboy of Hong Kong City, the frivolous young master.
This dog man couldn’t keep his virtues intact even after their engagement—first trying to seduce her second sister unsuccessfully, then keeping mistresses outside, planting an entire green pasture over Nan Sheng’s head.
Afterward, he even had the nerve to self-righteously complain that Nan Sheng was too ‘bland and gentle,’ lacking in excitement.
It was only after her experience with Shen Linjiang—her fourth engagement—that Nan Sheng finally chose the ‘chaste and virtuous’ Second Master Fu.
“Does Young Master Shen realize what he’s saying? I’m already engaged.”
Nan Sheng’s voice remained soft and gentle. “I don’t go back to old flames—especially not ones that have been dirtied.”
“Nan Sheng, I know all about how you schemed against Second Master Fu. With his temperament, he’ll never want you!”
Shen Linjiang, having somehow gotten wind of the news, spoke with undisguised smugness.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”
“As the saying goes, a prodigal’s return is priceless. I’m truly sincere about changing this time. These past months have made me see my heart clearly—you’re the woman I love most…”
Listening to this passionate confession, Nan Sheng felt her stomach churn violently.
Pressing the phone aside, she struggled to get out of bed.
The moment her feet touched the floor, she realized she had no strength, her body swaying weakly as she started to collapse.
A strong, powerful hand caught her around the waist, and a deep, low voice sounded above her.
“If you’re unwell, stop running around. Do you really need to fall and get hurt to be happy?”
He couldn’t open his mouth without saying something unpleasant.
Nan Sheng immediately recognized the voice as Fu Moyan’s.
Clutching his black dress shirt, she closed her eyes in discomfort. “Carry me to the bathroom, I feel sick!”
Seeing her porcelain-pale face full of anguish, Fu Moyan didn’t hesitate. He swept her up in a princess carry and effortlessly brought her to the bathroom.
When he first lifted her, he was struck by how incredibly light she felt, instinctively giving her a slight bounce in his arms.
Nan Sheng’s stomach was already churning, and with this jolt, she nearly vomited on him.
Fortunately, Fu Moyan moved quickly enough. She leaned over the sink, vomiting violently as if her heart were being torn apart.
Seeing Nan Sheng in such agony, Fu Moyan couldn’t help but frown, a flicker of disgust passing through his eyes.
“Your body is so weak—will the child you bear in the future be sickly too?”
Nan Sheng, retching uncontrollably, felt the urge to find a needle and sew Fu Moyan’s mouth shut upon hearing this!
After vomiting, Nan Sheng fixed her dark, intense gaze on Fu Moyan. “Does Second Master know why I just vomited?”
Fu Moyan wore an expression of cold arrogance. “Not interested!”
As if he would answer such an idiotic question about morning sickness.
“My ex-fiancé wants to turn over a new leaf and is ready to take responsibility for the child in my womb.”
Fu Moyan’s face instantly darkened. “You dare to cuckold me?”
Nan Sheng weakly curved her lips into a gentle smile. “Then, Second Master, will you marry me?”
Fu Moyan: “…”