Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 52 Not My Scarf

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Not My Scarf

After work in the evening, Su Wanxin walked out of the office building and heaved a huge sigh of relief when she didn’t see Fu Shihan’s car parked by the roadside.

Driven home by her chauffeur, Mu Suyu, who hadn’t seen Su Wanxin for two days, asked with a gossipy face where she had run off to the night before.

"See? Don’t touch me." Su Wanxin stretched out her injured left hand, causing Mu Suyu to freeze. "I’m disabled now, an object of key protection."

"Wanwan, how did you get hurt again?" Mu Suyu looked at her with a worried frown. "Does Zhan Che know? If he finds out, he’ll tear you apart, won’t he?"

Su Wanxin: "...Don’t tell him."

Zhan Che had been Su Wanxin’s attending physician for several years now. Even though he wasn’t exactly reliable in other matters, his medical skills were indeed good, and Su Wanxin trusted him a lot.

"Are you afraid of him?"

"Which patient isn’t afraid of their doctor?" Su Wanxin spoke frankly. "So don’t mention my injuries to him; he’ll scold me. If he finds out, I’ll come after you."

Mu Suyu: ...

What does this have to do with me?

Whining, feeling wronged.

After dinner, Su Wanxin went back to her room to rest. She leaned back on the bed to read, with her laptop by her side ready to check on data at any moment. When her gaze fell on the bandage on her left hand, Fu Shihan’s image involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Thinking and thinking, Su Wanxin let out a long, deep sigh, a wry, helpless smile appearing at the edges of her lips as she continued to muster her energy to work.

Fu Shihan had flown to two cities today, and by the time he got home it was already past three in the morning.

He was a bit tired as he poured himself a glass of red wine and finished it, then sat on the sofa to review the contracts he had brought back. After making sure there were no issues, he organized them, preparing to use them for a meeting at the office in the morning.

Then, just when he was about to get up to go upstairs to rest, he caught sight of something in the corner of the sofa out of the corner of his eye.

It was a silk scarf, women’s.

Fu Shihan thought for a moment, a smirk playing at his brow. He bent down to place the scarf together with the documents, planning to take them both to the office the next morning. In the evening, he finished his day’s work early and drove to wait for Su Wanxin under the Su Group building after work.

After 6 PM, Su Wanxin walked out of the office building with a coworker and immediately noticed the conspicuous luxury car parked by the roadside. She paused briefly then quickly walked over and opened the car door to look at Fu Shihan.

"I have to work overtime today, not sure when I’ll be done."

"You still need to eat even if you’re working late." Fu Shihan gestured for her to get in the car. "And I have something for you."

"But I’ve already made plans to eat with my coworkers." Su Wanxin didn’t move, "What do you have for me?"

Fu Shihan took out the silk scarf he had found at home and handed it to her. Su Wanxin looked at it but didn’t take it.

She pursed her lips with a smile, her expression somewhat mocking.

"President Fu, are you serious?"

Fu Shihan didn’t understand what she meant. Seeing this, Su Wanxin clarified.

"It’s not mine."

After saying this, she closed the car door and turned to leave. Fu Shihan slightly narrowed his eyes, instantly understanding what was going on.

He looked down at the scarf in his hand, scoffed coldly, and took out his phone to dial Sheng Qian’s number.

Sheng Qian was, at that time, in the middle of discussing a script with a producer and Director, utterly surprised to receive a call from Fu Shihan.

Sheng Qian: "What instructions do you have, boss?"

Fu Shihan: "I plan to tailor a variety show for you."

Sheng Qian: "Eh? What kind of show?"

Fu Shihan: "A cohabitation variety show, ten people living together, live-streamed for a week."