The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 137. Mr. Fu Gets Angry (Part 3)

Chapter 137: 137. Mr. Fu Gets Angry (Part 3)

"First, save the pregnant woman, her amniotic fluid has already run dry," Shen Qinglan said sternly, earning a grateful glance from the husband of the pregnant woman.

"And that man on the ground, too much blood lost, the wound is not clear," Shen Qinglan added.

The medical staff hurriedly split into two groups to treat the man on the ground and the pregnant woman.

"That’s a beast, a goddamn person, who let you save him, don’t save him, no one is allowed to save him," the man who had been subdued and quiet since earlier became agitated upon hearing that the man was to be saved. He struggled to get up but was pressed firmly to the ground by several policemen.

His face was against the ground, but his eyes turned fiercely toward Shen Qinglan, "He is a beast, why would you save him, he deserves to die."

Fu Hengyi had already reached Shen Qinglan’s side and examined her carefully to find she was unharmed; only then did his anxious heart settle. However, he was still unhappy about her actions earlier; if she had been careless, she could have been the one injured.

The pregnant woman and the man were carried away on stretchers, and the two injured store employees had only sustained arm cuts, not serious, and they left with the medical staff as well. The scene was left with only the police and the crowd of onlookers.

Shen Qinglan crouched in front of the knife-wielding man, locking eyes with him, "If your girlfriend knew this is how you took revenge for her, do you think she would rest in peace? You’re a lawyer, possessing the best weapon, yet you chose the most foolish path."

The knife-wielder’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot, "What do you know, the rich are all in cahoots with government officials, they are all the same, did the police care when I called them?" He roared, he struggled, his tone full of rage and unwillingness. He knew he was a lawyer who should take the legal route, which he did, but what use was it? What did it bring?

"Why did your girlfriend give up on the appeal in the end, don’t you understand? She just wanted to protect you, and yet you let her down," said Shen Qinglan, standing up without glancing at the man on the ground again.

Shortly after, a wailing cry followed by the helpless howling of the man with the knife came from behind.

"Miss, officer, we are truly grateful for your help with today’s incident," the police officer approached and saluted Fu Hengyi politely, "However, we still need to ask you to come back with us to make a statement, don’t worry, it won’t take too long."

"It is our duty to cooperate with your work, we will follow you to the station shortly," said Fu Hengyi in a calm voice.

**

After leaving the police station, it was already 7 pm; the chief politely sent Fu Hengyi and Shen Qinglan outside the precinct.

"We really owe Mr. Fu and Miss Shen for today’s matter," the chief smiled warmly, looking at Shen Qinglan, "Miss Shen truly lives up to the military lineage, not yielding an inch to men, quite the style of Staff Officer Shen." Staff Officer Shen is Shen Qinglan’s father, Shen Qian.

Shen Qinglan’s lips curled into a light smile, "You flatter me, Chief."

"If there’s nothing else, we will take our leave now," said Fu Hengyi.

The chief gestured politely, "Please, after you."

Watching Fu Hengyi’s car disappear around the corner, the chief then went back into the station.

In the car, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and Fu Hengyi’s face was very somber; he hadn’t spoken a word since leaving the precinct.

Shen Qinglan sat in the passenger seat, glancing over at his profile with her peripheral vision—looking at his taut face and tightly pursed lips, all telling her he was angry.

In the several months since their marriage, Fu Hengyi had never been angry with her, not even a hint of displeasure; today was truly unprecedented.

As Shen Qinglan watched, she couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on, she was not good at comforting others, and she had no idea how to appease an angry man.

So, she had to maintain her silence as well.

The temperature inside the car dropped lower and lower, and the speed became faster and faster. Watching the numbers on the dashboard continuously rise, Shen Qinglan finally spoke up, "The traffic police will be knocking on our door to collect a fine tomorrow."

Although Fu Hengyi did not respond verbally, he slowed the car down.

The pair rode the rest of the way in silence, arriving quickly at the underground parking garage of Jiangxin Garden. Fu Hengyi got out of the car with a stony face.

Shen Qinglan touched her forehead helplessly, opened the door, and stepped out. Fu Hengyi didn’t wait for her, having already walked to the elevator. Shen Qinglan quickly hastened her steps.

They entered the elevator in silence. From the mirrored walls of the elevator, Shen Qinglan watched Fu Hengyi, his expression still dark, and felt her heart suddenly thumping.

The elevator swiftly reached the eighteenth floor. Fu Hengyi strode out first, opened the door, entered, and went directly into the bedroom. Shen Qinglan followed him, intending to start explaining, only to see Fu Hengyi walk past her, head into the bathroom, and lock the bathroom door behind him.

Shen Qinglan stared at the closed bathroom door, feeling the urge to explode.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qinglan told herself that this was her fault, not to take it up with him, that they couldn’t afford to argue, and slowly suppressed the annoyance warming inside her.

Sitting in the living room after leaving the bedroom, Shen Qinglan frowned deeply. After hesitating for a long time, she finally called Fang Tong.

"Qinglan, what’s wrong?" Fang Tong’s voice came from the other end, sounding cheery.

Shen Qinglan hesitated briefly before speaking, "Have you ever had a fight with your boyfriend?"

Fang Tong was taken aback, a bit puzzled, "Of course, we’ve fought. We used to argue often, it’s just that lately we’ve both been busy and haven’t really fought."

"How do you two make up after a fight? Do you coax him?" Shen Qinglan asked again.

"How could it possibly be me coaxing him? He should be the one flattering me! He has to coax me," Fang Tong said firmly, "If he doesn’t, I’ll just ignore him. If it goes on long enough, he will surely come to coax me." Fang Tong suddenly sensed something was off—why would Shen Qinglan suddenly ask her this?

"Qinglan, did you have an argument with your man?" Fang Tong probed.

Shen Qinglan fell silent, then said, "It wasn’t really a fight." It was just the man being unilaterally angry.

Fang Tong: ...

"So, did you make him angry?" Fang Tong hit the nail on the head.

Shen Qinglan: ... Why is it that I made him angry and not the other way around?

Fang Tong felt like she had guessed the truth, "Qinglan, did you do something? Hmm, the kind that concerns your own safety?"

Shen Qinglan was puzzled, "Why do you ask that?"

"It seems to me that your man really cares about you. Even if you truly did something wrong, he wouldn’t hold it against you. Since he’s angry now, you must have done something dangerous, something that showed you didn’t care about your own safety, and that’s why he’s upset."

Fang Tong’s guess wasn’t far from the truth, and Shen Qinglan couldn’t help but admire how Fang Tong was a rare combination of insight and intelligence.