The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 17. Farewell

Chapter 17: 17. Farewell

Editor: Larbre Studio

The next day after getting up, Shen Qinglan’s facial redness and swelling had subsided quite a bit, only faint red marks remained on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, casually picked up the makeup on the table, and with just a few swipes, the marks on her face were covered completely without any trace, not even a hint of makeup.

If someone were here, they would definitely marvel at her skillful makeup application and high level of technique, even though she usually never wore makeup.

However, the sprain on her foot wasn’t something that could heal right away. Before leaving last night, Fu Hengyi brought another bottle of medicinal oil and massaged her foot for a while. It wasn’t as painful in the morning when she woke up.

For others, walking might still be a problem today, but for Shen Qinglan, this small pain was negligible, so when she arrived at school, no one noticed anything different about her.

"Qinglan, after the exam this afternoon, let’s go to that bar I told you about last time, okay?" Clinging to her arm, she blinked playfully.

Yu Xiaoxuan’s eyes were like crescent moons, twinkling, and her face still had a bit of baby fat, making her look cute. Especially when she acted cute, it was hard for anyone to refuse her.

Today was their last exam of the semester, and they were indeed free after the exam. Shen Qinglan thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yay, I knew you were the best, Qinglan, mwah!" Yu Xiaoxuan cheered.

"Wu Qian, do you want to join us?" Yu Xiaoxuan asked Wu Qian, who was diligently reviewing.

Wu Qian glanced at Yu Xiaoxuan, "No."

Her attitude was very indifferent.

Yu Xiaoxuan pursed her lips, having expected this. After sharing a dorm room with Wu Qian for three years, Wu Qian had never really integrated into their group, and didn’t interact with any of them. She was either attending class or working, and you would only see her in the dorm when exams were near.

She didn’t participate in dorm activities either, even if invited; she would refuse.

Yu Xiaoxuan was lively and good at communicating with people. Even someone as aloof and unsociable as Shen Qinglan liked her, but Wu Qian was an exception.

"Fang Tong, what about you, want to come with us?"

Fang Tong was doing her makeup. Hearing Yu Xiaoxuan’s question, her hands didn’t stop moving, "I’m going with my boyfriend to watch a movie tonight, so I won’t torture you single people."

"Again with the boyfriend, Fang Tong, can’t you have a little ambition?" Yu Xiaoxuan retorted.

"That’s just how unambitious I am, so what? Bite me." Fang Tong sneered, casting a sidelong glance at Yu Xiaoxuan.

They were like happy enemies, feeling uneasy if they didn’t banter a couple of times a day.

Shen Qinglan watched them quietly, with a trace of a smile in her eyes. Such a life was actually quite nice.

**

In the evening, Shen Qinglan and Yu Xiaoxuan’s bar outing ended up not happening.

Shen Qinglan looked at the man blocking her path with confusion.

And Yu Xiaoxuan widened her eyes, wasn’t this... wasn’t this that...

Fu Hengyi didn’t explain why he was standing at the school gate but instead looked at Yu Xiaoxuan, "I need to borrow Qinglan for a bit, is that alright?"

His voice was low and pleasant, which sounded like heavenly music to voice-sensitive Yu Xiaoxuan.

She nodded like a pecking chick and walked out of the school, not forgetting to wave at Shen Qinglan, "Well, Qinglan, I’ll head back first. Have fun with the handsome guy."

She recognized at a glance that this handsome guy was the one who helped them at the restaurant. Qinglan said she didn’t know him, but if she didn’t, then how could he find the school... hmm hmm hmm, Qinglan, you’re not honest.

Yu Xiaoxuan thought angrily, while sneakily glancing back at the two’s backs.

Ah, they really looked pleasing to the eye standing together.

Once the unrelated person left, Fu Hengyi’s gentle expression faded, and he slightly frowned as he looked at Shen Qinglan’s foot, "With an injury on your foot, why aren’t you resting properly and instead running around outside?"

His stern tone was more like an older brother scolding a disobedient sister.

"I’m fine." Shen Qinglan, bathed in Fu Hengyi’s gaze, felt a little uncomfortable.

Fu Hengyi had watched as Shen Qinglan walked out of the school yard and personally treated her foot injury, naturally knowing that her injury couldn’t possibly heal so quickly, even for a person of steel. Yet, watching her walk just now, it didn’t seem like she had an injury.

"Why do you need to push yourself like this?" Fu Hengyi sighed lightly, softening his tone.

Shen Qinglan felt a bit uneasy being reprimanded. To her, it was just a habit, not forcing herself. Compared to the past, such an injury in her eyes wasn’t even considered an injury.

Looking at Shen Qinglan’s silent demeanor, Fu Hengyi felt even more helpless and couldn’t help but be curious about what she’d gone through over the years to become so resilient and indifferent.

"I’m about to return. I came today just to let you know." Fu Hengyi got to the point.

The client wasn’t very satisfied with the person he had sent this time, needing him to personally handle it.

So, he’s here to bid farewell? Shen Qinglan realized, though they were really familiar enough for him to go out of his way to say goodbye?

Shen Qinglan’s eyes showed a hint of indifference, but Fu Hengyi could still detect a sense of confusion from her eyes. He himself also felt a bit perplexed, just leaving, but somehow felt uneasy about her, running here to block her after not seeing her at the Shen Family.

Fu Hengyi rubbed his forehead, smoothing the trace of annoyance between his brows, "You can call me if you need anything, and there’s also something I want to ask of you."

So he had a favor to ask.

"Go ahead."

"My grandfather is usually home alone. I can tell he really likes you, and I hope you can visit him more often when you have time."

Fu Hengyi’s tone was solemn, and Shen Qinglan could hear the concern for Old Sir Fu.

"Okay." Shen Qinglan agreed readily, not feeling compelled in the least. She also liked the old man who was like an old child.

"Thank you."

After saying this, Fu Hengyi turned and left. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to drive Shen Qinglan back, but he really didn’t have the time. He had to rush to the airport, pressed for time. The moment spared to say goodbye to Shen Qinglan was squeezed out with difficulty.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t make a phone call, but since Shen Qinglan had exams today, she had turned off her phone. After leaving the exam hall, she hadn’t thought to turn it on, so calls couldn’t reach her.

After a few steps, Fu Hengyi turned back and placed something in her arms, "Don’t neglect your health just because you’re young. Take proper care of your foot injury. This medicinal oil is good for promoting blood circulation and reducing bruises. Remember to apply it."

This time, Fu Hengyi really left.

Shen Qinglan watched as Fu Hengyi walked toward an off-road vehicle parked at the corner, observed him get into the car, close the door, and watched the off-road vehicle disappear around the corner before she raised her hand to hail a taxi.