Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 222: How Long Were You Unconscious After the Car Accident?

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: How Long Were You Unconscious After the Car Accident?

Fu Shihan seldom fell sick, but every time he did, his acting skills peaked.

Under Su Wanxin’s gaze, he slowly swallowed his medicine. He pulled the blanket over himself and covered his face with it.

Su Wanxin couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. She placed the water cup aside, puzzled, "Why are you throwing a tantrum?"

She hadn’t done anything these couple of days to upset him. What was there for him to be mad about?

Under the blankets, Fu Shihan remained silent.

Suddenly, he recalled how in the past when he was sick and taking medicine, he would trick Su Wanxin into feeding him with her mouth.

The medicine was bitter, but she was sweet.

Su Wanxin watched him for a long time, then couldn’t help but lean over to tuck him in properly, ensuring he could breathe easily.

"I’ll take Yangyang to sleep in the guest room. You rest well."

She straightened up and was about to leave but he pulled her back into his arms again.

"It’s me who’s sick, not him. Why spend time with him instead of me?" He opened his eyes, his gaze dark and stormy.

Su Wanxin was taken aback by his chilly tone. Fu Shihan, furious, seized the moment to settle old scores.

"I heard you made a big profit using the rumors of me and Sheng Qian. Aren’t you going to explain that?"

He was embroiled in rumors with another woman, yet she wasn’t angry and even had the leisure to use it for other purposes.

Fu Shihan thought about her indifference, and then of how the rumors with Sheng Qian had spread—all orchestrated behind the scenes by her. His chest tightened with pain.

She really didn’t care about him anymore.

"In the business world, one must seize every opportunity and strive to achieve their goals with all their might." Su Wanxin spoke softly. "These are your own words, Young Master."

Fu Shihan’s grip on her wrist tightened suddenly; it was so painful, Su Wanxin thought her wrist would break any moment, yet she didn’t even frown.

"I’ll go and tuck Yangyang in and then come back."

She struggled out of his embrace, got up, and left. Half an hour later, she returned.

She silently looked at the man on the bed, walked over slowly, lifted a corner of the blanket, and lay down beside him.

Fu Shihan had a high fever that wouldn’t subside, and his body was uncomfortable. He was very tired but couldn’t sleep.

He turned over, pulling her into his embrace. Holding her cool body, he remembered something.

She had returned in August, during the scorching summer, yet her hands were always cold. Even now, there was no improvement.

Fu Shihan, with eyes closed, pondered some things. After a long while, his raspy voice asked,

"How long were you in a coma after the car accident?"

Su Wanxin didn’t expect him to ask this; she gasped slightly, then softly replied, "Just a few days, I woke up pretty soon."

"I thought you had slept for a year or two, which is why you couldn’t come back."

"How could that be." Su Wanxin chuckled. "I’m not dying, how could I sleep that long."

After she finished, she felt Fu Shihan’s gaze on her. Slowly lifting her head, she met his eyes, then heard him say—

"I want to hear the truth."

Fu Shihan was in a bad mood. He remembered every word Zhan Che had said. Looking at Su Wanxin’s calm face, he frowned slightly.

"Why can’t you just give in?"

"How are you so sure I’m not telling the truth?" Su Wanxin countered. "We haven’t seen each other for three years, couldn’t it just be because I didn’t want to come back?"

Her tone was somewhat aggressive; Fu Shihan heard this and leaned in closer.

He saw how hard she was trying to confront him squarely, yet her eyes kept involuntarily flinching away.

Did she really think she was doing a good job at pretending, possibly convincing others? But in front of him, such tricks were too easy to see through.

No need for more trouble, a kiss would solve everything.