Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

“Tell me, were Jun Li and I acquainted in the past?” Qin Shu pressed her advantage, seeing Lan Qi falter.

Qin Shu asked for two reasons.
The first was her memory loss, and the second was Lan Qi’s familiarity with Jun Li and President Ba.
It all pointed to some foreknowledge she ought to have had if not for her missing memories.

Lan Qi looked away.
Recalling Jun Li’s warning, there was not much he could say.
“I don’t know.
When Jun Li wakes up, you should ask him.”

Jun Li became the unwitting target of the hot potato on Lan Qi’s lap.
Whether Jun Li decided to tell Qin Shu anything was up to him; it was not any of his business.

In the past, Lan Qi often threw tantrums because of Jun Li’s calm poise.
Although he, too, had been searching for Xiao Bao, he did not come close to Jun Li’s obsession.
There was no doubt in his mind that Jun Li had secrets only he knew.

It was the reason he chose to leave three years ago.

Interrupting their conversation was Gu Yan, who stepped out of Jun Li’s.
He took the seat opposite Qin Shu and plopped himself onto the sofa, exhausted.

He poured himself a cup of warm water and drank a few mouthfuls to moisten his throat.

When Gu Yan put down the glass in his hand, Qin Shu asked, “Is he awake?”

“I’ve managed to stabilise his condition, but he is still weak.
He should wake up tomorrow.
Don’t worry; the worse is over, for now.
You should rest.
It’s getting late.” Gu Yan reassured.
“You should not sleep so late, or else Tingyu might do something rash.”

Gu Yan’s reminder was not lost on Qin Shu.

Qin Shu nodded, submitting to Gu Yan’s suggestion.
“Thank you for your concern.
I shall do as you’ve advised.
I must apologise for troubling you – you’ve been so busy, yet you’re still looking out for me.
You should get some rest too.”

“Hmm.
It’s best not to jump to conclusions.
Leave the treatment to me.
I’ll do my best and snatch however much of Jun Li’s life back from the jaws of death.”

Several words were left unsaid.

Once Qin Shu excused herself for the evening, Lan Qi heaved a sigh of relief.
He looked at Gu Yan.
“Is Jun Li very ill?”

Gu Yan studied the young man before him over his steepled fingers.
The young lad was in the springtime of his youth; Two limpid orbs set into his handsome face, like jewels sparkling under the first rays of dawn.

He nodded.
“Yes.”

Lan Qi pursed his lips.
He knew Jun Li was ill, but he had never imagined it would be this bad.
Jun Li never mentioned it.

Qin Shu’s room was also on the second floor, next to Jun Li’s, and Gu Yan’s next to her.

After taking a shower, she went to bed in her pyjamas.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to Fu Tingyu before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Sleep was vital but more so for pregnant women.
Not only could it alleviate a pregnant woman’s fatigue, but it also promoted the healthy development of a baby.

No matter how worried or anxious, Qin Shu always tried her best to sleep as much as she could.

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Jiangcheng, Bright Garden

Fu Tingyu stared at the message flashing on the screen of his phone.
It was from Qin Shu.

[Bao’er:

I’m going to bed with our baby.
You should sleep soon too.
I love you… ]

Fu Tingyu could not keep his eyes off Qin Shu’s message, the words replaying in his mind like a broken record.
On his table sat a photo of him with Qin Shu on his back.

An unbearable longing gripped him.

Abruptly, he kissed Qin Shu’s profile picture displayed on his phone.
She had not been gone for long, and already, he missed her so much.

No sooner had he performed this impulsive act of love than did he shake off his trance-like state.
For a man who prided himself as the master of his life, this impromptu gesture of affection shocked him.
Qin Shu’s charming smile, on her profile picture, exposed her cute canines.
She was a picture of angelic beauty.

–

Meanwhile…

The Imperial Capital, Qi Zhuang, Jun Li’s private villa…

Breakfast was a quiet affair.
No one spoke at the dining table, each ruminating over Jun Li’s condition.

After breakfast, Qin Shu and Gu Yan went to Jun Li’s room to see him.

Gu Yan wanted to take the opportunity to check Jun Li’s pulse again.

They knocked on the door gently before entering, one after another.

Su Ying had personally cleaned Jun Li’s room.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they smelled a faint fragrance, not unlike a green apple.