Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 77: Little Thing, Who Knows What You’re Thinking Inside

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Little Thing, Who Knows What You’re Thinking Inside

The servant looked toward Zhou Yi, at a loss for what to do.

Zhou Yi naturally couldn’t stand by and watch Fu Shiyan get hit. She intervened, "Can’t we talk this out properly?"

Fu Haichuan was furious, "Talk it out? This unfilial son defied me in front of everyone, and he’s still stubborn. I think he has been bewitched by that fox lady!"

Fu Jinqiao rolled her eyes, "Grandpa, have you ever considered how much criticism An Yan will face for taking the blame for the Fu Family’s reputation? And why are you defending An Yirou, a mistress like her?"

Fu Haichuan exploded with rage, "If An Yan doesn’t admit to it, then it’s the Fu Family’s face that gets slapped, where would my dignity be then?"

Lu Wenxin quickly pulled Fu Jinqiao aside, whispering, "Say less, can’t you see your grandpa is furious?"

Fu Haichuan was already seething with anger; now, another person spoke up for An Yan, which only added fuel to the fire.

He suddenly stood up, raising his cane and striking fiercely at Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan stood tall, not attempting to dodge in the slightest.

A muffled thud was heard as the cane hit flesh.

A flash of surprise crossed Fu Shiyan’s eyes.

Su Manxi threw herself in front, shielding Fu Shiyan’s body. Her right hand, arm, and back took a solid hit.

The hand swelled up instantly, turning red.

Her face etched with extreme pain, a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, and tears filled her eyes.

Fu Shiyan’s brow furrowed, "Why did you block that for me?"

Su Manxi, in pain, opened her mouth, but she couldn’t speak.

Fu Shiyan quickly called the servants to help her and rapidly walked outside.

This scene was unexpected, leaving the Fu Family standing there in a daze.

Fu Jinqiao reacted first, grabbing her bag and running out.

But she was still a step too late and didn’t catch Fu Shiyan’s car.

Seeing this, she sent a voice message to An Yan.

: An Yan, grandpa flew into a rage and was going to hit my Younger Uncle, but Sister Manxi took a cane hit for him and injured her hand. My uncle is taking her to the hospital now. I’m really worried. After all, Sister Manxi is a designer. What if she can’t draw anymore?

An Yan received this voice message just as she and Su Yue were arriving at a Cantonese restaurant.

Su Yue frowned, "Baby Yan, this is not a good situation! Su Manxi’s hand is injured! If she can’t draw anymore, Fu Shiyan will have to take responsibility!"

An Yan bit her lower lip and immediately called Fu Jinqiao to ask which hospital they were headed to.

Fu Jinqiao speculated, "Hong’en Hospital is owned by the Fu Corporation; I guess that’s where they’ve gone. Are you going there?"

"Since it started because of me, I should go and see."

After hanging up the phone, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in her heart. An Yan’s brow tightened slightly, "Yueyue, take me to Hong’en Hospital."

Fu Shiyan’s car sped swiftly and arrived at Hong’en Hospital in less than twenty minutes.

Using the VIP channel, he took Su Manxi straight into the CT room for scans.

Soon, the results were out.

Su Manxi had a fractured right palm, with fractures in her ring and pinky fingers.

The expert frowned, "The fracture ends are quite sharp and have injured the surrounding tendons, nerves, and blood vessels, so the patient needs to undergo surgery."

Fu Shiyan’s expression was grave, "When is the surgery?"

"The sooner, the better," the expert nodded slightly, "President Fu, you should discuss it first. It would be best if you could get Professor Fang Zhou."

Su Manxi wept, leaning towards Fu Shiyan, "Shiyan, my hand hurts so much."

Fu Shiyan was quite resistant to the closeness of women; he stepped back slightly, feeling guilty, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault you got hurt."

"If I had to choose again, I would still rush forward," Su Manxi looked at her swollen hand. "Even if I can never hold a paintbrush again, I won’t regret it."

The hand by Fu Shiyan’s side clenched into a fist; he disliked being indebted to anyone, yet today he found himself owing someone.

A flurry of footsteps echoed at the door; he glanced aside to see An Yan standing there.

Since Su Yue had urgent matters, she left An Yan at the hospital then was called away by a phone call.

Before leaving, she reminded An Yan to be careful around Su Manxi.

When Fu Shiyan saw who had arrived, his gaze softened slightly.

He approached An Yan, "Why did you come?"

An Yan blinked, "I heard from Jinqiao that the old master was giving you a hard time and Miss Su took a hit for you. Since it all started because of me, I wanted to come and see."

A smile tugged at Fu Shiyan’s lips as he spoke softly, "Are you here to visit her, or to watch over me?"

An Yan glared at him, "Of course, it’s to see her. I trust you so much!"

Fu Shiyan smiled indulgently, "Little thing, who knows what you’re really thinking. Shall I find out?"

"Stop it! You’re still joking at a time like this?" An Yan smiled with her lips pursed.

Watching the affectionate exchange at the door, Su Manxi bit her lower lip until it lost all color. She approached with a pitiable look, "Miss An has arrived?"

An Yan nodded and asked, looking at her hand, "How did the check-up go?"

Fu Shiyan said, "Her right palm is fractured, with fractures in the ring and pinky fingers as well. The surgery needs to be as soon as possible."

An Yan paused for a moment, "I know Fang Zhou, Hua Country’s most famous orthopedic specialist. If he operates, it would be foolproof. Leave it to me."

She walked out of the exam room to a corner and dialed a number labeled ’Senior Brother.’

The call connected quickly.

"You little ingrate, finally remembered your brother, huh?"

"Senior Brother, I need your help."

"Tsk, my consultation fee is pretty expensive."

"Mm, ten skewers of lamb kidney."

"Deal! Where?"

"Jiangcheng’s Hong’en Hospital, the patient has a fractured right palm with fractures in the ring and pinky fingers. She’s a designer, Senior Brother, and I hope she won’t have any aftereffects."

"See you in an hour."

After hanging up, An Yan returned to the exam room, "I’ve contacted Fang Zhou. He should arrive here in about an hour."