After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 242 - 184: Aftereffects

Chapter 242: Chapter 184: Aftereffects

Fu Tingzhou often thought that if he could have realized earlier, just a bit earlier, that Tang Xi was the woman who saved him, then none of this would have happened.

He found out too late.

He paid too little attention to Tang Xi.

All consequences stemmed from his sinful causes.

He appeared cold and calm, his face expressionless, showing neither sadness nor joy, but the true pain inside was known only to himself.

Only Fu Tingzhou himself knew that Tang Xi’s departure was like a steel needle piercing his heart, hurting everyday, moving deeper with each breath, growing more painful.

People say time heals all wounds, but his longing for her only deepened.

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After Fu Tingzhou was discharged from the hospital, he was sent back again a few days later.

He drank until his stomach bled and collapsed in Qingfeng Garden.

Dozens of empty bottles were scattered on the ground, and the ash-colored carpet was soaked with blood.

He was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment; intubated, underwent surgery, and was in a coma for three days before he woke up.

Fu Yuanshan saw Fu Tingzhou continuing to waste away and finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

He made a phone call, "Old Zhou, I know what you are capable of, right now you are the only one who can save my grandson."

A commanding voice came from the other end, "Deep hypnosis can indeed make people forget some unpleasant things, but it is temporary. I can put Fu Tingzhou under hypnosis to have him forget those unhappy things, but the side effects are severe, he will eventually remember everything."

"As long as he forgets that woman, everything else is fine." Fu Yuanshan could not let Tang Xi take his grandson away.

Even if Fu Tingzhou would hate him for learning the truth in the future, Fu Yuanshan still chose to proceed in this moment.

He was already over 80 years old, without many years left, and he couldn’t just watch his grandson end his life in self-guilt. Fu Yuanshan was selfish, but his love and guilt for Fu Tingzhou as an elder were equally deep.

After making this decision, Fu Yuanshan went to Qin Jianlan’s hospital ward.

Aunt Rong was shocked to see Fu Yuanshan because Mr. Fu hardly ever came here. Aunt Rong bowed her head and kept quiet, Fu Yuanshan asked a few questions, mainly about how Qin Jianlan had been doing lately. After Aunt Rong answered, she left the ward as Housekeeper Lao signaled.

Fu Yuanshan looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed, her complexion yellow and emaciated. The ongoing illness had tormented Qin Jianlan to the point where she was almost nothing but bones. Fu Yuanshan felt a deep guilt towards Qin Jianlan.

In life, there are many regrets.

The thing Fu Yuanshan regretted most was separating Fu Zongheng and Qin Jianlan back then.

After leaving the hospital, Fu Yuanshan went to Changping Mountain.

This was already at the edge of the city.

There were many people praying at Changping Mountain today.

Housekeeper Lao wanted to drive up the mountain, as there was a narrow road allowing cars to go directly up.

But Fu Yuanshan refused.

The elder waved his hand with a cane, "We’ve come all this way, let’s climb up."

Housekeeper Lao hesitated, considering Fu Yuanshan’s age and his longstanding heart condition.

But seeing Fu Yuanshan’s determination, Housekeeper Lao nodded and accompanied him from behind.

Fu Yuanshan gasped as he climbed the mountain, and by the time he reached the temple gate it was already the afternoon, during dusk. The setting sun bathed the earth, and the tall sycamore trees beside the temple were bathed in a soft glow, with the constant sound of bells ringing.

A Little Monk approached and inquired, "Old sir, our monastery closes at four o’clock, please perform your divination and blessings as soon as possible."

Fu Yuanshan gasped a few times, "I’m looking for, Yun Heng."

The Little Monk said, "Master Yun Heng is preaching in the Taihua Hall, if you wish to see him, you’ll need to wait a little longer."

Fu Yuanshan waved his hand to indicate he understood.

From sunset to almost dark, it wasn’t until then that Fu Yuanshan finally met Fu Zongheng.

At this moment, Fu Zongheng was no longer his son, he had become a monk here, now known as Yun Heng.

At this moment, Fu Zongheng, having just finished preaching, was tall but lean. A breeze fluttered his yellow robe slightly open. His features were profound, inheriting the Fu Family’s excellent genes which made his slender appearance even more strikingly handsome.

"Old gentleman, do you need something from me?"

Beside him, Housekeeper Lao frowned, "Young Master, the gentleman declined to take a car, instead climbing the mountain for hours. Why do you speak so distantly?"

Fu Zongheng sighed, "This is a sacred Buddhist place, I am Yun Heng."

Fu Yuanshan looked at this son, once his most beloved and satisfactory one.

"Yun Heng, have you recently visited Qin Jianlan. She has been waiting for you to come see her...if you could see her, perhaps it would help her condition."

Fu Zongheng pressed his palms together and slowly lowered his eyes, "I have forgotten the worldly matters."

"Then do you know about Tingzhou’s current situation?" Fu Yuanshan stood up, swaying slightly as he gripped his cane firmly, "You must not know what has happened recently."

Fu Zongheng said, "Everything has a cause that leads to an effect, my benefactor, you should also learn to let go of all these things."

Fu Yuanshan stared at him, and after a long time, he sighed deeply.

Fu Zongheng’s voice clear, "I need to clean the courtyard; it will be dark soon. If you don’t go down the mountain, you should stay here for the night. The mountain paths are steep in the dark."

As he spoke, Fu Zongheng turned to leave.

The evening wind lifted his long robe, leaving it empty and fluttering.

A gust of wind carried over Fu Yuanshan’s voice.

"My son, back then, it was your father who was wrong."

Fu Zongheng paused in his step, his fingers slowly tightening.

"It’s all in the past, everything will pass. The worldly affairs are just a wisp of smoke, which will slowly dissipate as time passes. Benefactor Fu, you need not come here again. I have joined the Buddhist order and am no longer involved in worldly matters."

Watching Fu Zongheng’s departing figure, Fu Yuanshan’s heart remained unsettled for a long time.

He knew, he had ultimately lost this son.

But he could not lose his grandson.

Fu Yuanshan began to descend the mountain, leaning on his cane, step by step. Beside him, Housekeeper Lao cautiously supported him.

Fu Yuanshan instructed, "Tomorrow, have Zhou Xuesong arrange for Tingzhou to undergo hypnotism, to completely forget that woman named Tang Xi."

Housekeeper Lao nodded, but he was also concerned, "But Mr. Zhou said that deep hypnosis has side effects, I’m worried it might affect the Third Young Master...."

"No matter how severe the side effects, it’s better than the current situation. I know Tingzhou well; he is strong-willed and stoically calm. When he was about thirteen or fourteen years old, he broke his calf bone but endured without a word, without admitting pain. It was a week later when the servants realized his leg was broken. His feelings for Tang Xi are deep, and the guilt is growing deeper; if I don’t intervene now, to make him completely forget Tang Xi, I’m afraid I might completely lose my grandson..."

Fu Yuanshan gazed at the darkening night sky in the distance, struggling with his heart condition and his advanced age that made descending a few steps overwhelmingly exhausting. His white hair was disheveled by the wind in that moment, making him look significantly older, this titan of business no longer had the fierce look of old days, only the deep affection a senior has for a junior, "Sometimes forgetting is also a form of happiness, and since Tingzhou cannot make this decision, I as his grandfather must step in at the crucial moment to help him."

Even if, after Tingzhou knows about it, he will resent him.