Fu Yanshen was holding Meng Xuan.
Xie Jinghong was holding Ning Shu.
Just like that… the two pairs faced each other.
Two mature men, both holding significant positions in the capital’s social circles, and still brothers.
Just like that, they stood in a standoff.
Two pairs of somber eyes met, sharp and intense at that moment.
What they felt, no one else knew.
But everyone else seemed to see sparks flying between their gazes.
For Fu Yanshen, seeing his wife being held by another man, standing right in front of him, staring back at him…
This… scene.
Everyone felt it was utterly dramatic, speechless, and unsure of what to say.
Sure enough, Fu Yanshen froze, his expression clearly torn between two dilemmas.
Should he put Meng Xuan down and go hold his wife?
However, before Fu Yanshen could even figure out what to do,
Xie Jinghong simply turned and walked away, completely ignoring Fu Yanshen.
Fu Yanshen instinctively blurted out, “Xie Jinghong!”
Xie Jinghong paused, turned to look at him, but said nothing.
Yet, for some reason, he seemed utterly unbothered.
He was waiting for Fu Yanshen to speak.
But Fu Yanshen himself was stunned. Although he had called out to Xie Jinghong,
still…
Fu Yanshen lowered his gaze to Meng Xuan in his arms.
Fortunately, Meng Lang was right beside Fu Yanshen and immediately whispered urgently, “Hand her to me. Hurry and go over—that’s your wife!”
The words were right.
But Fu Yanshen didn’t move.
Meng Lang was so angry he wanted to hit someone. As he reached out to take Meng Xuan, he gritted his teeth and said, “With everyone watching, your wife is being carried off by another man. Aren’t you making a fool of yourself? Hurry up, give her to me!”
But Xie Jinghong didn’t wait for him. Seeing him still hesitating and conflicted, he simply walked away.
Tang Yue’ai anxiously followed beside him.
Zhuang Fu stayed behind to smooth things over, saying to Mother Fang, “Fang Ma, we’ll take Ning Shu to the hospital first and come back later.”
Mother Fang nodded. “Alright.”
Fu Yanshen was also in the process of handing Meng Xuan over to Meng Lang.
But… before Meng Lang could fully take hold of Meng Xuan, unexpectedly… Meng Xuan woke up again.
Seeing her open her eyes, Fu Yanshen breathed a sigh of relief and said, “You’re awake? Where do you feel unwell? Let your brother take you to the hospital first.”
Meng Xuan’s voice was faint and weak. “Yanshen, I feel awful.”
Meng Lang said, “If you’re feeling awful, we’ll go to the hospital.”
As he spoke, he went to pick her up.
Fu Yanshen glanced over and saw that Xie Jinghong had already carried Ning Shu a distance away, leaving only his retreating back in sight.
Zhuang Fu had also followed them.
Fu Yanshen frowned. Just as he was about to fully hand Meng Xuan over to Meng Lang, Meng Xuan suddenly pressed a hand to her stomach, her face turning panicked. “Yanshen… my stomach… hurts…”
Fu Yanshen’s frown deepened even more, his face paling slightly, his expression filled with anxiety.
But in the end, he still handed Meng Xuan over to Meng Lang, soothing her in a low voice, “Don’t be afraid, it’ll be fine. The ambulance should be arriving soon. Your brother is here, he’ll take good care of you.”
Meng Lang lifted Meng Xuan into his arms but urged Fu Yanshen, “Hurry and go. She’s my own sister—of course I’ll take good care of her.”
Fu Yanshen’s expression was grim, his handsome face radiating a cold intensity.
Meng Lang thought to himself, it was only natural.
They were all respectable people. For his wife to faint in public and be carried off by another man—what dignity was left in that?
Fu Yanshen took a step to leave but was stopped as Meng Xuan grabbed his wrist.
Frowning, Fu Yanshen looked at her.
Meng Xuan said, “Yanshen, don’t blame Xiao Shu.”
These words made Fu Yanshen’s pupils contract, his throat tightening as he replied, “Mm.”
Then he looked at Meng Lang and reminded him again, “Contact me immediately if anything happens.”
After speaking, he turned and walked away.
Meng Lang frowned, looking at Meng Xuan. “What you said makes it sound like Ning Shu fainted on purpose.”
Meng Xuan didn’t respond, just frowned and clutched her stomach.
Seeing this, Meng Lang didn’t dare delay any longer or say another word, quickly walking away.
Fu Yanshen hurriedly caught up with Xie Jinghong.
Meng Xuan had fainted, and an ambulance had already been called earlier. It should be arriving soon, and Meng Lang carrying her over might be just in time.
But Ning Shu didn’t have an ambulance to ride.
So Xie Jinghong was carrying her toward the parking lot.
Fu Yanshen stepped forward to block them, cutting straight to the point without wasting words, “Give her to me.”
But this time, Xie Jinghong didn’t hand her over. Instead, he said, “Weren’t you going to send Meng Xuan off?”
Fu Yanshen replied, “Meng Lang is handling it.”
Then he repeated, “Give her to me.”
Fu Yanshen extended his hand, his expression dark and serious.
Unexpectedly, Xie Jinghong took a step back and said, “You say give her to you, and I should give her to you. You say push her away, and I should push her away. President Fu, since when have you been so impressive?”
Fu Yanshen frowned. “Xie Jinghong, Ning Shu is my wife.”
Xie Jinghong didn’t back down either. “You still remember she’s your wife? Weren’t you standing by Meng Xuan’s side earlier? Xiao Shu clearly disagreed with Meng Xuan moving into your home. What did you say just now? Now she’s your wife again? What? Seeing her faint, feeling suddenly charitable? How noble of you.”
After this sarcastic tirade, Xie Jinghong had no intention of arguing further with Fu Yanshen. He simply carried Ning Shu around him and walked away.
Fu Yanshen angrily tugged at his tie and stepped forward again. “Say whatever you want, but you have to give her to me.”
Xie Jinghong’s expression turned cold and hard. “She’s your wife, but she’s also my friend. I might not be able to interfere if your wife is being bullied by you, but if my friend faints, I have every right to step in. And I don’t need you, her husband, to show up now, pretending to care and trying to take her away. You’d better step aside and not delay me from taking Ning Shu to the hospital.”
Tang Yue’ai chimed in, “Exactly! You should hurry and check on Meng Xuan. She’s pregnant, after all. Ning Shu is fine—she’s not pregnant, so it’s not serious. Meng Xuan is the one who’s really in a bad state.”
This sarcastic mockery left Fu Yanshen with no face to save.
Fu Yanshen grew angry and snapped, “Tang Yue’ai, doesn’t it bother you to say such things? Whose child is Meng Xuan carrying? If something really happens to her child, would you be happy?”
Tang Yue’ai was furious.
She had been holding back her anger during the earlier confrontation, and now she exploded, “Let me tell you, Fu Yanshen, everyone cares about and treasures Fang Chen’s child! It’s not just you who can cherish and protect it! Don’t use Fang Chen’s child to guilt-trip me. You know damn well whether you care about the child or something else!”
Fu Yanshen was so angry his face turned pale. “Fine, fine. You’re tough, you’re pulling out all the stops.”
Ning Shu actually heard their conversation.
She had fainted, but her consciousness had only been lost for a moment.
She just couldn’t make a sound or open her eyes.
Now, she heard everything—their arguments.
But what struck her the most were the words “child” and “pregnant.”
Ning Shu struggled desperately to open her eyes.
After a moment, a sliver of light finally pierced through her vision, and Ning Shu woke up.
Just as she regained consciousness, she heard Tang Yue’ai mocking Fu Yanshen, saying, “How could I ever be as arrogant as President Fu? The way you protected Meng Xuan today was truly something. If I were President Fu and had that kind of audacity, I’d just slap the divorce papers right in Ning Shu’s face!”
Ning Shu weakly blinked her eyes.
Well, Tang Yue’ai’s mouth was just as sharp.
But Ning Shu thought self-deprecatingly, there was no need to slap it in her face—just handing it to her would suffice.
Fu Yanshen was nearly driven mad by Tang Yue’ai’s sharp tongue, but then he noticed Ning Shu had woken up…