Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 370 - 204: Understanding_2

Chapter 370: Chapter 204: Understanding_2

The physical weakness only intensified the feeling of voidness, but at this most vulnerable moment, there was a trustworthy person who stayed by her side.

The cold wind howled outside the window, shaking the branches and leaving a hissing sound on the windowpane, also stirring the strings in Shu Wan’s heart.

Noticing that Shu Wan was looking at him, Fu Siyu wrung out the towel and then walked over, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Shu Wan furrowed her brows slightly, "It’s just a bit of a headache."

"Then let me help you rub it."

Shu Wan shook her head, "Come a little closer."

Fu Siyu didn’t understand at first, "What?"

"Come and keep me company."

Fu Siyu understood then, it seemed that his scent was indeed very comforting to Shu Wan.

Fu Siyu put down the towel, lay down beside the bed, and then took Shu Wan into his arms, gently patting her back, "Alright, I’ll stay with you."

"Mhm."

After a while, Shu Wan fell asleep again.

After becoming ill, Shu Wan felt very uncomfortable and kept moving restlessly because she was feverish and wanted to throw off the covers to cool down, leaving Fu Siyu with no choice but to cover her up time and time again.

So it went on throughout the night, until the morning, when Shu Wan finally stopped moving and quietly fell asleep.

After wiping her face, Fu Siyu went next door and pulled off Fu Yang’s blanket, "Go take care of her; I’ll head downstairs for a bit."

Fu Yang had not slept well and now, getting his blanket pulled away by Fu Siyu, he was furious, but hearing Fu Siyu’s words, Fu Yang hesitated for a moment and ultimately got out of bed with a dark face, "You don’t take care of your own wife, why should I do it."

Grumbling, Fu Yang got up to wash and soon got ready and went to Shu Wan’s bedroom.

He walked over, touched Shu Wan’s forehead, and immediately scowled, "She’s burning up."

Fu Yang had little experience in taking care of others from childhood to adulthood.

But not everyone is born knowing everything; although Fu Yang didn’t know how, he still wanted to help Shu Wan cool down.

Fu Yang searched online, then took a towel soaked in cold water, soaked it again, and placed it on Shu Wan’s forehead to help her cool down.

Fu Yang was busy when the phone suddenly rang. He answered the call, and Wang Tian’s voice came through, "Baby, how are you feeling? Are you coming to the set today?"

"Coming? She’s practically burning up; still, come to the set," Fu Yang retorted irritably.

"Ah? Is it that serious?" Wang Tian was also worried, "Do you need me to come over?"

"What use would you be?" Fu Yang always had issues with Wang Tian and didn’t mince words, "You’re just a nuisance."

"..." Wang Tian wanted to argue, but he was at a loss for words.

After all, Shu Wan was Fu Siyu’s wife. Fu Siyu, even just for appearances, would surely not neglect Shu Wan. Wang Tian felt somewhat reassured, "Then I’ll contact the production crew. Call me if there’s anything."

"What could possibly happen?"

Fu Yang responded and then hung up the call.

Downstairs at that moment, Fu Siyu, whom Wang Tian thought only made superficial efforts, was cooking sugar water for Shu Wan.

Standing by, the housekeeper, thinking of something, wore an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Bring it up once it’s done."

With everything already in the pot, Fu Siyu pressed the steaming switch and then headed upstairs.

"Yes, Young Master."

In the bedroom at the time, Shu Wan had not yet woken up, while Fu Yang sat by, looking out the window, his thoughts unknown.

Hearing Fu Siyu’s footsteps enter, Fu Yang turned his head, "How have you been taking care of her, why hasn’t the fever subsided yet."

"The doctor said it should subside by tomorrow morning."

Fu Yang didn’t speak further and didn’t leave, just sitting on the sofa.

Fu Siyu walked over to check on Shu Wan’s condition and, after confirming she was stable, he sat down next to Fu Yang.

However, the moment Fu Siyu sat down, Fu Yang shifted a step away, "Mr. Fu, please don’t sit so close to me."

"We need to talk."

"Talk about what?" Fu Yang turned his head, his obsidian-like gaze fixed on Fu Siyu, "I’m not interested in engaging in these futile reparations with you."

"I know you’ve always been angry with me."

"I’m not." Fu Yang’s lips formed a straight line, "Where would I dare to be angry with you."

"The reason I left you behind in the country back then was because everything abroad was unknown, and moreover, it was safest for you to remain here since Sixth Uncle Fu was also in Imperial City at the time."

More than a decade ago, Fu Siyu was not yet influential, and the Fu Family was controlled by the forces from the old residence. Fu Siyu could only seek development abroad.

Everything overseas was unknown and dangerous, and naturally, Fu Siyu did not wish to bring the then five-year-old Fu Yang along.

And at that time, the only person in the Fu Family who was capable of protecting Fu Yang, Sixth Young Master Fu, was in Imperial City. Fu Siyu knew that as long as Sixth Young Master Fu was there, Fu Yang would be safe.

Therefore, when Fu Siyu went abroad alone, he didn’t take Fu Yang with him, which was the reason for Fu Yang’s enduring resentment over the years.

Fu Siyu was aware of this, but every time he tried to talk to Fu Yang about it, Fu Yang always resisted and didn’t want to listen. Today, with a rare opportunity, Fu Siyu wanted Fu Yang to know that he didn’t abandon him out of unwillingness to care for him.

Hearing Fu Siyu’s explanation, Fu Yang’s expression remained unchanged. He kept a cold face and finally responded to Fu Siyu with just one word, "Oh."

"Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?"

"No." Fu Yang finally looked up, his beautiful eyes seemingly filled with shattered glimmers, "I did before, but not anymore."

The two men exchanged looks for a moment, and Fu Siyu was the first to break eye contact.

Fu Yang curled his lips with a hint of mockery and stood up to walk out, but at the doorway, he ran into a servant carrying up a bowl of sweet soup.

Fu Yang glanced at it, his gaze freezing.

It was a simple sweet soup with soft, glutinous yellow heart cassava, red beans, and a bit of coconut water added in.

The servant was about to greet him but, seeing Fu Yang’s increasingly ugly expression, was too scared to speak.

But Fu Yang said nothing, looked a couple of times, and then directly left the bedroom.

Shortly after, the door of Fu Yang’s bedroom was slammed shut.

The servant cautiously entered the bedroom, "Young Master, it’s already been simmered."

"Mm, just put it in the warming cabinet," Fu Siyu nodded.

"Alright."

The servant placed everything properly and was ready to leave, but was stopped by Fu Siyu, "Is there still one bowl left below?"

"Yes."

"Bring it up."

"Okay."

Fu Siyu had seen the entire scene between Fu Yang and the servant at the door.

It seemed he was beginning to understand the source of Fu Yang’s recent peevishness.