Just as Shen Yunli had said, although Fu Qiwén was blind, his legs were perfectly fine—and his reactions were quick.
He could have controlled the smart wheelchair and braked in time.
Or simply jumped off the chair.
Either way, she likely didn’t need to rush forward to block it.
But at a moment like that, who would blame someone who panicked while trying to save her uncle?
The doctor arrived and began disinfecting and treating Shen Yunli’s wounds.
Huahua had already numbed the pain for Yunli, so she didn’t actually feel a thing.
But given Shen Yunli’s personality—
of course she would act.
The moment the ointment touched her wounds, she cried out in pain, her voice trembling, tears welling up—pitiful to the extreme.
Fu Qiwén’s expression darkened further.
He called for his bodyguard and ordered him to investigate the stone that shouldn’t have been there.
Because of Fu Qiwén’s blindness and reliance on a wheelchair, the courtyard was cleaned daily to ensure there were no sharp or obstructive objects.
An hour ago, the servants had already cleaned it.
So where did the stone come from?
It seemed necessary to question the guests who had visited half an hour earlier.
Shen Yunli didn’t care who had placed the stone.
The reasons were obvious—
someone underestimated Fu Qiwén because of his blindness and thought he was easy to deal with.
In any case, both Fu Qiwén and the old master would handle it.
She returned to her room.
Throughout the process, Fu Qiwén didn’t say another word to her—he even turned slightly away, as if unwilling to face her.
Shen Yunli didn’t mind.
He was a deeply calculating man; she couldn’t fully read him anyway.
“Saving his life” might be an exaggeration—but she had helped him and gotten injured in the process.
He would remember that.
And that was enough.
She thought—
when the day came that she climbed into his bed, this favor might give her a little more security.
When things were eventually exposed, perhaps he would spare her because of today.
Of course, that was her worst-case scenario.
She had once been cornered with no way out.
So now, she always made sure to leave herself multiple escape routes.
Even if she never needed them, they gave her peace of mind.
At dinner, one of Fu Qiwén’s attendants brought over a scar-removal ointment.
Shen Yunli looked it up online—turns out it was quite expensive.
She happily accepted it and asked the servant to pass along her thanks.
That night, Fu Linchuan didn’t come home for dinner.
Shen Yunli wasn’t surprised.
He was probably with Wen Yan again.
Wen Yan was thin-skinned and emotionally fragile. After Zhizhi’s harsh words, she might already be wavering in her feelings.
But given Fu Linchuan’s personality, he wouldn’t give up easily.
Sure enough, the private detective finally sent a useful photo.
In it, Fu Linchuan was carrying Wen Yan in his arms, hurrying toward his private apartment.
Shen Yunli narrowed her eyes, calmly eating while looking at the photo.
It seemed the two of them had gone through another round of emotional entanglement.
Late at night, just after Shen Yunli finished her bath, she heard the door downstairs open.
She stepped out of her room.
Fu Linchuan was walking upstairs.
When their eyes met, he was the first to look away.
Shen Yunli raised an eyebrow.
Well, that was new.
He actually looked guilty?
What had he done this time?
“Linchuan, why are you back so late? Working overtime again?”
The Fu household had a curfew—11 p.m. unless there were special circumstances.
Tonight, he had returned right on the dot.
“Mm, had something to take care of,” he replied vaguely.
He was about to head to the study when his collar shifted.
Shen Yunli caught a glimpse of a red mark on his neck.
Her eyes narrowed.
Now she knew exactly what he had been doing.
Pretending not to notice, she stepped forward and adjusted his collar.
“What have you been up to? You smell awful. Go take a shower.”
Normally, he would’ve gotten angry at that.
But today, he simply nodded and went to grab some clothes.
As he headed toward the bathroom, she stopped him.
“Linchuan, maybe use the one downstairs. I just used this one—the steam hasn’t cleared yet. I’m afraid it’ll be too hot for you.”
Filthy thing. And he still wants to use the same bathroom as me?
He nodded and went downstairs.
Under the hot water, washing away the day’s fatigue, Fu Linchuan drifted into thought.
Recently, his relationship with Wen Yan had been unstable.
She wanted to end things.
He refused.
He didn’t believe her.
How could she just stop loving him overnight?
She must just be acting out.
So he continued seeking her out as usual.
Unexpectedly, he ran into her being harassed by a customer.
After taking her away, he realized she had been drugged.
She had never been so主动 before.
He nearly lost control—
almost right there in the car.
Eventually, they ended up at his apartment.
And things turned chaotic.
But now, recalling how reckless he had been, he grew uneasy.
If someone had captured evidence, he wouldn’t be able to explain it to the old master.
Closing his eyes, he mentally retraced his steps, checking for any possibility he had been photographed.
After his shower, he returned to the study.
Just then, Wen Yan called.
He was delighted.
They had been in a cold war lately, and she hadn’t contacted him at all.
This was the first time.
He thought—
after tonight’s passion, she must have forgiven him.
She was always so easy to appease.
Whether her personality or her body—
she suited him perfectly.
He answered, his voice gentle:
“How are you? Still sore? I applied medicine before I left.”
Wen Yan pressed her lips together.
“There’s no birth control here… can you have someone bring some over?”
They were in the suburbs—no delivery services available.
And she clearly didn’t have the strength to go out herself.
But Fu Linchuan didn’t care.
“It’s your safe period. It’s fine. Taking too many pills isn’t good anyway. Don’t overthink it—get some sleep.”
Wen Yan lowered her gaze.
“Okay.”
But her left hand clenched the bedsheet tightly—
so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Outside the study door, Shen Yunli had heard everything.
She returned to her room, sending a message to Lin Yizhi while silently cursing Fu Linchuan.
Safe period?
He actually had the nerve to say that.
What an idiot.
If Wen Yan really got pregnant, things would become troublesome.
Thinking about her current relationship with Fu Qiwén—
it was decent, but far from enough to call it affection.
She hadn’t wanted to rush things.
But given the situation—
she needed to act quickly.
Once she made up her mind, she quickly chose the timing:
the next family banquet.
With so many people around, tampering with food would be harder to detect.
Soon, the day arrived.
Her target was Fu Qiwén—
a cautious, calculating man.
And all of this was happening under the same roof.
Even Shen Yunli, who was usually so composed, felt a trace of unease.
She knew—
once she took this step,
there would be no turning back.
But there was no need to hesitate.
Fu Qiwén had been her chosen prey from the very beginning.
After hunting him for so long—
she was determined to claim him.