Fu Jingguo had never expected Fu Hanye to say something like that.
Because of his wife’s death, his son had developed a deep estrangement from him and always liked to go against him. Still, he had always believed that Fu Hanye was not bad by nature.
However, from this moment on, his view of his son began to change.
“Fu Hanye, I’m warning you—do not harm He Sheng, or I’ll break your legs!”
Fu Hanye curled his lips slightly, a wicked smile spilling from the corners of his brows. “Depends on my mood.”
Fu Jingguo was so angered by that smile that his fury surged to his head. He took a deep breath. “She is your Uncle He’s only daughter. If you still remember how well Uncle He treated you, don’t hurt He Sheng.”
At the mention of the late Uncle He, a shadow passed through Fu Hanye’s dark eyes. He turned and left the study, drove out, and did not return all night.
The next day was bright and sunny. After waking up, He Sheng felt much better. She no longer had a fever, nor did her chest feel tight. Aside from some weakness, the cold she had caught from falling into the water had mostly recovered.
【It’s also because you贴贴 with Fu Hanye! Host, sticking close to Fu Hanye brings great benefits~】
He Sheng slipped into her slippers and replied inwardly: “Could it possibly cure all illnesses?”
The system acted sly and did not answer directly.
【Host, please explore on your own.】
He Sheng curled her lips. After washing up, she changed into a set of loungewear. As she walked out of the dressing room, the maid brought in breakfast.
“Miss He Sheng, it’s time to eat.”
Breakfast was shredded chicken porridge with a small side dish—very suitable for someone who had not fully recovered.
The porridge was rich, fragrant, and soft. After taking one bite, He Sheng’s eyes widened involuntarily.
—So delicious!
After finishing a whole bowl, she still felt unsatisfied. She touched her stomach; she was about eighty percent full.
That was enough. Eating until eighty percent full meant one could live to ninety-nine.
What she did not know was that the maid was extremely surprised. He Sheng rarely finished her meals and would always leave half behind. She had never expected that today she would eat everything.
“Miss He Sheng, is there anything you’d like to eat for lunch?” the maid asked tentatively. “Braised beef with tomatoes? Or a steamed fish?”
Usually, the maid would not ask in such detail, because He Sheng never responded. She ate whatever was given, with no opinions at all.
He Sheng thought for a moment, then clasped her hands together and mimicked the motion of a swimming fish.
She felt embarrassed. She did not know sign language, and the Original Owner did not either. During the past year of losing her voice, the Original Owner had neither gone out nor communicated with others. Nodding and shaking her head had been enough to answer ninety percent of questions.
The maid understood and smiled. “Steamed fish, right? Okay, I understand.”
He Sheng slowly stood up and picked up a white lace ribbon, placing it over her eyes and tying a bow behind her head.
This was the Original Owner’s habit. Her eyes could not tolerate strong light—it would hurt and cause tears. Because of this, Fu Jingnian had replaced all the lighting in the villa with concealed soft lights.
But there was nothing that could be done about the sun outside. Wearing sunglasses was inconvenient, and the Original Owner did not like them either—they made her look like a blind person.
A lace ribbon that could block part of the light without affecting her vision became her standard accessory.
He Sheng suddenly remembered why the Original Owner had fallen into the swimming pool yesterday.
Yesterday, several of Fu Hanye’s dubious friends had come over to play. One of them, named Wang Hao, noticed the Original Owner daydreaming under a tree in the garden and mischievously took away her ribbon.
The Original Owner became frightened. Under the harsh light, she was forced to close her eyes and fumble her way back inside. As she passed by the swimming pool, she tripped and fell in.
Wang Hao?
He Sheng silently repeated the name. Wasn’t he also a major cannon fodder like herself?
Wang Hao was one of Fu Hanye’s lackeys—lecherous and vile, and his ending was even worse than the Original Owner’s.
Who told him to be blinded by lust? He had actually tried to lay a hand on the female lead, Shen Yao. When Fu Hanye found out, he had castrated him and thrown him to Africa to mine.
He Sheng blinked. She still remembered that Fu Hanye had personally carried out the act. The scene had been described in the book as extremely brutal.
Yet Fu Hanye’s actions had not earned Shen Yao’s gratitude; instead, he had been accused of being ruthless.
Many such incidents had occurred. Fu Hanye was an obsessive admirer of “imprisonment literature.“ firmly believing that only by keeping someone under his wings could he provide the best protection.
As for the matter of the Original Owner pulling out her own oxygen tube, Fu Hanye had deeply reflected on it.
If he had been more careful and arranged for twenty-four-hour supervision, such a thing would never have happened.
The system suddenly popped up.
【Host, aren’t you curious where Fu Hanye is right now?】
He Sheng was still not used to her weakened eyesight and walked slowly around the room. Hearing the system’s question, she replied casually: “Not curious.”
Who would be curious about a pervert who would imprison her in the future? If not for extending her life, she would have packed her bags and run away right after breakfast.
【Alright then~ Who knows what he’s doing at the airport, holding a ticket.】
He Sheng: ?
The girl stopped, holding onto the bedpost, and tilted her head slightly. “Are you saying he’s going to leave Jing City by plane?”
Fu Hanye could not leave Jing City. Who knew how many days he would be gone? After just one night, her life value had dropped by more than ten hours, leaving her with less than two days.
If Fu Hanye did not come back for half a month, the grass on her grave would already be swaying in the wind.
【I don’t know, I don’t know.】
The system began playing dead again.
He Sheng clicked her tongue. Speaking halfway and stopping—was that it? She silently cursed it to always run out of toilet paper.
Her life-sustaining treasure was about to run away. She had no choice but to chase after him.
After all, her life was more important.
She twisted open the door and walked downstairs, holding onto the railing. Seeing her anxious expression, Uncle Zhou came forward to meet her.
“Miss He Sheng, slow down. Don’t miss a step.”
She instinctively opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She bit her lip in grievance, crying out inwardly in despair.
Fortunately, Uncle Zhou was perceptive. He brought paper and pen for her to write.
He Sheng wrote the words “airport” on the paper and looked at him expectantly.
“Miss He Sheng, you want to go to the airport?” Uncle Zhou asked uncertainly.
He Sheng nodded vigorously.
Yes, she was going to the airport. She was going to capture her life-sustaining treasure back.
“Alright, I’ll arrange for a driver to take you there.” Although Uncle Zhou did not understand why she wanted to go, she was considered half a master of the Fu Family. Her request would naturally be fulfilled.
Not only did Uncle Zhou arrange a car and driver, he also got into the car himself to accompany her.
After all, He Sheng could not speak and had poor eyesight. Without someone by her side, it would be easy for her to get into trouble outside.
At Jing City International Airport’s VIP lounge, Fu Hanye lay back on a massage chair, listening to the people beside him brag and joke.
As they talked, Wang Hao turned his head and asked: “Brother Ye, that little mute at your house is quite pretty, huh?”
Unfortunately, she was timid like a rabbit and not fun to tease.
Fu Hanye opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
“Is ‘little mute’ something you’re allowed to call her?”
Wang Hao choked and quickly lowered himself in apology. “Yes, yes, my mouth is cheap. What’s her surname again? He, right? Miss He—I’ll call her Miss He from now on.”
Over the broadcast, Fu Hanye’s flight began boarding. The group lazily got up and left the VIP lounge.
Just as they stepped out, Wang Hao casually glanced to the side and pointed left in surprise. “Brother Ye, isn’t that your li—… oh, no, Miss He?”