The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 210. Title Ineptitude (Third Update)

Chapter 210: 210. Title Ineptitude (Third Update)

Fu Hengyi’s expression paused, and he spoke in a softened voice, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Shen Qinglan spoke solemnly, "Today, I remembered a lot of things from my childhood. Actually, my relationship with my mom was very close back then; she was very good to me, even better than to my brother. She’s kept all my childhood photos, even the toys I played with." And she had kept them in very good condition.

"I’ve been thinking all day whether things would have been different if I had been more affectionate towards her after I returned?"

Her voice was slightly low, showing that her mood wasn’t great. She was someone who hid her emotions well, but now, facing him, she rarely concealed her true feelings.

Sensing her downcast emotions, Fu Hengyi freed one hand to hold hers and spoke softly, "Qinglan, this matter isn’t due to a single-sided reason. We don’t know what you’ve been through during the time you were gone, but what’s certain is that you’ve experienced more than we can imagine,"

Shen Qinglan suddenly looked up at Fu Hengyi, "Fu Hengyi, do you want to know about my past?"

Fu Hengyi gazed earnestly into Shen Qinglan’s eyes and gently shook his head.

"Aren’t you curious?"

"Curious, but not now." He thought Shen Qinglan wasn’t ready to tell him yet. He could wait, even if it took a lifetime without telling him. As long as she stayed by his side, knowing or not knowing her past didn’t matter to Fu Hengyi.

Shen Qinglan gave a faint smile and said no more.

**

In an estate abroad, a man with a sinister appearance sat in a wheelchair admiring the blooming flowers in the garden, a glass of red wine in his hand. Peter walked in, saw him drinking again, and frowned, "Allen, how many times have I told you? Drinking is detrimental to your injury recovery. If you want to get up quickly, you should quit the booze."

Allen did not pay heed to the man’s words at all. He emptied the wine in his glass in one gulp, then spoke. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear, like a saw grinding on metal, "Peter, your job is to heal my leg, not to ramble this useless nonsense here."

Peter frowned, clearly exasperated. Doctors dreaded patients like Allen who simply didn’t listen.

"If you continue to be uncooperative, I can’t assure when you will recover. Don’t look at me like that." Seeing Allen glaring at him, Peter shrugged indifferently, "Even if you point a gun at me, it’s useless. Oh, or you could just kill me and then try to find another doctor to see if they can heal your leg."

Allen looked at him menacingly, "You think I wouldn’t dare?"

"Is there anything in this world that Allen wouldn’t dare to do?" Peter laughed, having gotten used to dealing with Allen and not afraid of the man before him, especially since there weren’t many who could cure Allen, and he was one of them.

"Three months. I want to be standing in no later than three months," Allen held up three fingers.

"Allen, you’d better be dreaming, you could be up within a year with your current condition, and that would already be a miracle. Do you think I’m God?"

Allen snorted coldly, "If I can’t stand up in three months, I will send you to meet God, Peter. Don’t think I’m joking."

Peter’s face darkened as he looked at Allen, "Are you serious?"

"What else would you think?"

"Okay, I get it. The new drug I’ve been researching could indeed speed up your recovery, but the side effects and aftereffects are significant, and the process is even more painful than now. Do you want to try it?"

"Will I be able to stand up within three months using this drug?"

Peter thought for a moment, made some mental calculations, and nodded, "Yes, it will allow you to stand up."

"Good." No matter what the cost, as long as he could stand up soon, he was willing.

"Then we’ll start using this drug tomorrow."

"Starting today. I don’t want to wait another day."

Peter frowned, looking at Allen with confusion, "Allen, what’s the hurry? You weren’t in a rush for so many years, why the urgency now? What do you want to do?"

Allen’s complexion changed as he looked at Peter, his eyes dark and brooding, "This is none of your business."

Peter shrugged. Fine, if it wasn’t his business, then he wouldn’t meddle. He wasn’t that curious anyway. Ignoring the man with the temperament of a viper, Peter left to take care of some preparations.

Allen watched the brilliantly blooming garden outside the window, a hint of sinister tenderness flashing in his eyes. Xiaoqi, you’re so disobedient, actually marrying another man. How should I punish you?

He glanced at his own legs, the corners of his mouth curling into a cruel smile. After so many years, have you all forgotten about me?

"Master, I’m back," a young woman entered from outside, gently addressing the man in the wheelchair with a respectful tone.

Allen turned to look at her. If Qinglan were here, she would surely recognize this woman as the one who had once impersonated Leng Qingqiu.

"Xu Nuo, do you know what you should do when you screw up?" Allen spoke with a chilly and indifferent tone.

Xu Nuo’s body trembled, "I know."

"Since you know, then go."

"Yes."

Before Xu Nuo left the room, Allen added, "Don’t take matters into your own hands and do things you shouldn’t without my orders, or else..."

"Yes," Xu Nuo responded and respectfully retreated. But before she went, her gaze lingered on Allen for a moment, her eyes held a deeply buried affection.

Allen withdrew his gaze and continued to look outside the window, his face shadowy, without a trace of a smile.

**

Shen Xitong encountered Qinglan and Hengyi in the hospital, and only after calming down from the initial disarray and anger did she begin to wonder why they were here. Qinglan didn’t seem to know she was staying here.

"Xitong, where did you go just now? Mom has been looking for you for a long time." Tian Cuifang approached anxiously, as if she truly cared for her daughter, when in reality she was just afraid Xitong had slipped away and their house was gone.

Xitong looked at her coldly, "You don’t need to watch me as if I were a convict. Doing so will only make me despise you even more."

Tian Cuifang’s old face stiffened, her true intentions exposed, her expression awkward. Xitong let out a cold laugh, "I know what you want, and I can tell you the truth. This house belongs to the Shen Family, not me. I didn’t buy it; the deed isn’t in my name. They only lent it to us."

"What? This big house isn’t yours?" Li Yong, who had been sitting there silently, leaped to his feet upon hearing this.

"This house is worth at least twenty million in Beijing. Do you think the Shen Family would give it to me?" Xitong looked at Li Yong as if looking at an idiot.

"Aren’t you the precious daughter of the Shen Family? They’ve raised you for so many years, and they won’t even give you a house? How useless can you be!" Li Yong raged, having thought of the house as his own possession, even sharing photos of it with his girlfriend and posting several times on social media.

But now, he was being told the house belonged to the Shen Family, not Xitong. What did the house have to do with him then?

Even a fool would know he couldn’t afford to provoke the Shen Family, and that Xitong had done something terrible to that lost Miss of the Shen Family before.

"Li Yong, stop giving me your two cents. Even if I’m useless, at least I can earn money to support myself. You, on the other hand, are nothing but a parasite," Xitong said with disgust.

Li Yong, furious, was about to hit Xitong but halted mid-punch, his eyes rolling, "Since you didn’t buy the house, then the money you made before should still be there, right? Take it out and buy yourself a house."

"I have no money. These past few days, business partners have been calling me, wanting to cancel contracts with me, didn’t you know? I can’t get the money, and I still have to pay them a huge sum in compensation. Now that you mention it, since you’ve acknowledged me, you are my family, shouldn’t you help me pay off my debt?"

At the mention of repaying the money, both Tian Cuifang and Li Yong’s faces changed hues. Li Yong glared, "That’s your debt, why should I pay it? I don’t have the money." He grabbed Tian Cuifang, ready to leave.

Tian Cuifang followed her son out, but not without shouting back to Xitong, "You rest up, Xitong. Mom will go home and make some soup for you."

Xitong sneered. See, that’s her family for you: selfish, indifferent, cold-hearted, and cruel.