He said, “Are you feeling unwell? Stomach problems?”
Ning Shu’s fingertips trembled slightly as she turned her gaze toward him.
Was he… concerned about her?
Really… concerned about her?
Ning Shu’s eyes were still red and watery.
Fu Yanshen unconsciously furrowed his brows slightly and added, “Your mother mentioned it. She said you were nauseous and vomiting—either pregnant or having stomach issues.”
Ning Shu now understood that his earlier confident assertion of “pregnancy” had been a bluff.
So Wen Hui must have been speculating.
Ning Shu didn’t respond, lowering her eyes to sip her soup before picking up her chopsticks to eat.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yanshen spoke again, “If your stomach is bothering you, take some medicine. If that doesn’t help, have a doctor come check on you.”
At that moment, Aunt Wang happily chimed in, “We have stomach medicine at home. I’ll go get it.”
Aunt Wang felt that Fu Yanshen was showing concern and care for Ning Shu.
For a fleeting moment, Ning Shu also wondered—was he truly… concerned about her?
But now, Ning Shu was more anxious about the prospect of taking medicine.
Before she could even open her mouth to stop her, Aunt Wang had already hurried off.
Ning Shu turned her gaze back to Fu Yanshen, about to say she wouldn’t take the medicine, when he spoke again, “If you’re sick and keep delaying taking medicine, what if it delays tomorrow’s plans to pick up Meng Xuan and Fang Chen?”
Ning Shu froze, the chopsticks in her hand nearly dropping onto the table.
So…
It wasn’t concern at all!
What the hell kind of concern was that!
To hell with his concern!
He was afraid her illness would delay picking up his beloved white moonlight tomorrow!
Or perhaps he thought she was pretending to be sick to cause trouble over Meng Xuan coming to their home?
An uncontrollable surge of anger welled up in Ning Shu’s chest. She was completely ignited, unable to restrain herself any longer.
Thud.
Ning Shu slammed her chopsticks onto the table, glaring at Fu Yanshen, “Is it because of Meng Xuan that I’m not even allowed to be sick?”
Her sudden outburst left Fu Yanshen stunned.
After a moment, he responded, “What’s gotten into you? I was concerned about you!”
Fu Yanshen set his bowl down heavily.
Ning Shu stood up, “Stop trying to confuse the issue, using concern for me to cover up your feelings for Meng Xuan!”
“Unreasonable! Unbelievable!” Fu Yanshen also stood up, turning to leave.
Aunt Wang returned with the medicine just in time to see the two of them arguing so intensely.
This was the first time they had ever fought so fiercely and emotionally.
They had never argued like this before.
In the past, Ning Shu had been extremely obedient to Fu Yanshen, swallowing any grievances and replacing them with efforts to please and give.
Watching Fu Yanshen stride toward the main hall, Ning Shu hurried after him.
Aunt Wang rushed forward, “Young Madam, let it go. Say less. The young master is—”
Ning Shu said, “Aunt Wang, don’t interfere.”
With that, she hurried forward.
Fu Yanshen sat down on the sofa in the main hall, opening the coffee table drawer to retrieve a cigarette.
But Ning Shu approached him and said, “Fu Yanshen, I have one more question for you.”
Fu Yanshen frowned, pausing as he picked up the cigarette box to look up at her.
His expression was clearly impatient. He withdrew his hand, almost angrily looking at her, “What more do you want to ask? Why do you have so many questions? Is this fun, Ning Shu?”
Ning Shu’s heart ached with a tremor as she opened her mouth.
But before she could speak,
Fu Yanshen added, “Let me tell you, even if the sky falls, I will bring Meng Xuan home to care for her and keep her company. I told you, I’m not discussing this with you—I’m informing you.”
“Even if you have a thousand questions today! Ten thousand questions, it’s useless!” Fu Yanshen raised his voice, his anger palpable. “No one can change my decision! This is what I owe her!”
“You owe her too, and you also owe Fang Chen! So, Miss Ning, I really don’t know what kind of tantrum you’re throwing or what madness you’re in!”
After saying this, Fu Yanshen also lost his temper, slamming the cigarette box in his hand onto the coffee table. “What exactly do you want?!”
To be honest, Ning Shu was a bit frightened.
This fear was instinctive, not because she was afraid of Fu Yanshen.
It was because… this was the first time Fu Yanshen had ever lost his temper with her like this.
That kind of frenzy, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
Ning Shu’s tears fell uncontrollably.
Nanny Wang was startled and hurried forward to intervene. “Oh, young master, why are you losing your temper with the young mistress like this? Don’t treat her this way. She’s always been timid and delicate…”
Before Nanny Wang could finish, Fu Yanshen glared at her darkly. “Shut up.”
Nanny Wang’s mouth hung open, but in the end… she fell silent.
Perhaps Fu Yanshen in a rage was indeed somewhat terrifying.
Ning Shu took a deep breath, looked at him, and said, “I don’t have that many questions. I only have one. If I move back to my parents’ home and I’m not here, will you still insist on bringing Meng Xuan home to take care of her?”
She had actually asked this question before.
Just a couple of days ago when Fu Yanshen called her, but at the time, he didn’t answer directly, only saying that Meng Xuan needed him.
Now she wanted to hear his most direct answer!
Ning Shu added, “Yes, or no?”
Fu Yanshen didn’t hesitate either, speaking his mind directly. “Yes.”
That single word completely shattered Ning Shu.
Ning Shu fell silent, frozen in place.
Just then, Fu Yanshen said, “Satisfied?”
Ning Shu looked at him, unmoving, saying nothing.
After a moment of silence, Fu Yanshen sat down on the sofa.
But Ning Shu suddenly erupted, saying, “Fine. Then you bring her back and take care of her. I’ll make room for the two of you.”
With that, she turned and headed toward the kitchen.
Fu Yanshen’s voice rang out behind her.
He said, “You’re really being unreasonable. Why must you fixate on this? You owe Meng Xuan, you owe Fang Chen. This is what you should make up for. I don’t know what you’re so hung up on. You’re making room? What room are you making?”
Ning Shu entered the kitchen, with Nanny Wang following closely behind, anxious. “Young mistress, what… what are you planning to do?”
Ning Shu found a hammer in the kitchen, her expression cold and detached, saying nothing.
Nanny Wang was terrified and grabbed her. “Young mistress, this won’t do, it won’t do. Put it down quickly, don’t hurt yourself!”
Ning Shu said, “Nanny Wang, step aside. I won’t hurt anyone.”
She had just been holding it in for too long.
She couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Nanny Wang couldn’t persuade her.
She hurried out of the kitchen and ran toward Fu Yanshen, saying, “Young master, young master, please talk to the mistress. You two shouldn’t argue anymore.”
Fu Yanshen sat on the sofa and looked over.
He saw Ning Shu, her face cold, holding a hammer.
Fu Yanshen’s expression was equally icy, but he said nothing and didn’t move.
Ning Shu stepped forward and said, “Don’t use the excuse that I owe someone to cover up your own intentions. I don’t owe anyone. I owe myself.”
With that, Ning Shu began to smash things with the hammer.
This house was her heart and soul, especially the meticulous details of its decor and furnishings.
Even the placement of each flower was meticulously arranged by her.
And… the wall of wine in the main hall.
Fu Yanshen had a hobby of collecting wine, so Ning Shu gathered many bottles for him.
This entire wall of wine racks was not only beautifully and elegantly crafted, exuding a high-end and grand atmosphere,
but it also displayed numerous bottles of wine that were already out of print.
These were unique treasures in the world, one-of-a-kind bottles.
All of them were obtained through her painstaking efforts, at exorbitant prices, and even by pleading with people everywhere.
Among them were several bottles she shamelessly “snatched” or “begged” from Xie Jinghong.
This was the area she treasured the most!
Perhaps it was also the only area in the entire home that Fu Yanshen truly liked.
Maybe Fu Yanshen simply enjoyed collecting wine, or perhaps he liked seeing her make such efforts for him.
But now… she didn’t want it anymore!
He didn’t even want their child, so why should she care about this wall of wine?