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Chapter 134: If You Lack Benevolence, I Will Lack Righteousness

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: If You Lack Benevolence, I Will Lack Righteousness

Wei Shaoqin, though extremely curious about the relationship between Su Mu and Fu Shinian, knew that this was not a good place to talk, especially considering the risk of Fu Shinian returning at any moment, so he clenched his teeth and nodded:

"Fine, I’ll wait until she wakes up to talk about it. What do you want to do now?"

"You take some people up to the master bedroom on the second floor and bring Su Mu down," Jiang Bei instructed. "Her body is weak right now, so you must be extra careful not to bump or jar her, move as gently as possible, and try not to wake her up."

Wei Shaoqin nodded, then led his men upstairs, with Auntie Lin unable to stop them.

Jiang Bei was very clear that by taking Su Mu away, Qiao Yu, Auntie Lin, and even the security guards who had been subdued outside would be blamed by Fu Shinian. But she could not care about that now. If Fu Shinian had the slightest concern for Su Mu, she wouldn’t have conceived this plan.

All she could think was, if you show no kindness, don’t blame me for being disloyal.

But Auntie Lin had been good to Su Mu, so at the very least, Jiang Bei owed her that assurance:

"Auntie Lin, Su Mu has always mentioned you to me, saying that you’ve been very kind to her. So I know you also feel for her, right?"

Auntie Lin nodded:

"Mrs. Fu does evoke sympathy, and she often reminds me of my own daughter, who is far away overseas where I cannot care for her. So, I take extra care of Mrs. Fu. Her life has been too hard to bear, and I can’t imagine what it would be like if my own daughter lived such a life. It is painful to think about."

"Yes, since you understand, please don’t stop me anymore. I am her only friend, and also a doctor. I will not harm her. I only want her to live with dignity, to recuperate fully, and not to continue to ruin her health once she wakes up."

"But..."

"Auntie Lin." Jiang Bei interrupted her: "How has Su Mu been doing these last few days? You know better than any of us. If this continues, what will become of her?"

Auntie Lin fell silent because Jiang Bei was right. No one knew better than her the kind of life Su Mu had been leading these past days, no exaggeration to say, it was like living a fate worse than death. No one wishes to live without freedom and dignity.

With this in mind, Auntie Lin no longer had any qualms. She nodded and advised Jiang Bei:

"Then you must take good care of Mrs. Fu. I too hope she will be well."

Jiang Bei nodded gratefully:

"Thank you, Auntie Lin."

Although Jiang Bei was mentally prepared, she still got a shock when she saw Wei Shaoqin carrying Su Mu down from the upstairs, looking emaciated. It had been only a few days since they last saw each other, but Su Mu had managed to lose so much weight. Her entire demeanor was lifeless and disheveled, especially the vivid red marks on her neck, which were particularly glaring.

Wei Shaoqin’s eyes were full of tenderness, but he didn’t know what to say. When his gaze met Jiang Bei’s, he gritted his teeth and said:

"No matter what, let’s leave first."

Jiang Bei nodded:

"I definitely won’t let this beast get away with this!"

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Meanwhile, Fu Shinian was sitting in Qiao Yu’s office, watching his flustered demeanor, and had guessed some of the situation, but he showed no signs of anger, merely playing idly with a lighter:

"In fact, there’s no missing IV bag, and you don’t really have anything to say to me, do you?"

Qiao Yu looked at him, silent, but such a posture was, in its own way, an admission. He thought Fu Shinian would get angry, but he didn’t. From beginning to end, he maintained a calm and indifferent demeanor, as if the events currently unfolding had nothing to do with him.

This abnormal reaction made Qiao Yu feel a chilling unease.

"If you want to beat me up, just get on with it. Stop beating around the bush; I can’t take this kind of torture. I’ve done what I did and I’m not afraid of you knowing."

Fu Shinian chuckled lightly:

"So you’re that worried about me taking care of my own wife?"

"I wish I could be at ease." Qiao Yu looked at him: "I talked so much to you yesterday because I was at ease, which is why I advised you to go back. But what did you do? You caused Su Mu to fall into a coma and lose consciousness. So I think, you might not be suitable for taking care of Su Mu."

"Then who is suitable?" Fu Shinian looked at Qiao Yu: "Who did you leave her with?"

Qiao Yu didn’t answer, although he felt that whether he said it or not made no difference to Fu Shinian.

"Jiang Bei?" Fu Shinian spoke up: "Only Jiang Bei could make you feel at ease."

Seeing Fu Shinian so indifferent and even somewhat resigned at this moment, Qiao Yu suddenly felt a bit of pity: "Did you know from the moment I called you that this was actually a trap?"

Fu Shinian raised his eyebrows slightly:

"I could guess it wasn’t about getting medicine."

"Then you..."

Fu Shinian interrupted Qiao Yu with a smile:

"Maybe, just like you said, I’m really not suitable for taking care of Su Mu."

"It’s not that you’re unsuitable, it’s that you can’t understand her."

Fu Shinian’s gaze fell on the glass window behind Qiao Yu, where it seemed to have started snowing heavily again. His expression was faint: "Perhaps it’s indeed time for us to cool off for a while."

"It’s best that you can think this way. With Su Mu in this state, she really isn’t up for much more. Give each other some time to calm down. Maybe many things will naturally resolve."

Fu Shinian stood up from his seat and walked slowly to the window. Qiao Yu watched his movements until he stood in front of the window, looking at a certain place for a long time without speaking. Only then did Qiao Yu speak up with an inexplicable sense of worry:

"What are you thinking about?"

Fu Shinian returned to his senses and shook his head with a light smile:

"Nothing particular, just remembered that two years ago, when Su Mu stood in front of me asking me to marry her, it seemed to be a snowy day, too."

"Your wedding anniversary is coming up?"

Fu Shinian was momentarily taken aback before he replied nonchalantly: "Don’t remember."

That was the truth. The marriage itself hadn’t been his intention to begin with, and the person he married wasn’t the one he wanted to spend his life with. So why bother wasting time and energy to remember a so-called wedding anniversary?

However, Su Mu did care about such days. Last year she had cooked a table full of dishes herself, but he didn’t return until after midnight. When he entered, he saw her asleep on the dining table, all the dishes had gone cold, yet she had stubbornly waited for him.

When she looked up at the sound, what she saw was still Fu Shinian’s indifferent eyes. The next second, even the smile on her face became cautious. She stood up from her seat, her voice appeasing, her posture humble, she said:

"You’re back? Are you hungry? Let me heat up the dishes for you, it’ll be ready soon."

"No need," he interrupted her: "I’ve already eaten."

Fu Shinian had already forgotten how that evening ended. Whether it was peacefully, with a cold war, or maybe he, as usual, dragged her to bed. The memory was already very vague, but he couldn’t forget the look of dejection on Su Mu’s face that day.