Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1533 Fu Yanchen's Question

Hospital

Outside the intensive care unit, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the low-lying clouds before a storm.

The white walls, illuminated by the pale light, exude a cold texture, as if mourning for the old lady inside whose life or death is uncertain.

Charles and Wen Kerou had eaten and drunk their fill and came back. They stood outside the ICU with heartbroken looks on their faces. If someone didn't know them well, they would have thought they were very sad.

Charles wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands from time to time. The action seemed sad, but if you looked closely, you could see that his fingers did not really touch his eyes, he was just pretending.

Wen Kerou leaned on Charles' shoulder, her body trembling slightly and she sobbed softly, but there was not much genuine sorrow in her sobs, it seemed like a deliberate performance.

The doctors and nurses who came and went looked at these two people, and their minds were as clear as a mirror. They could tell who was real and who was fake at a glance.

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the oppressive silence.

Fu Yanchen walked over with big strides and a stern expression.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, and every step he took was steady and powerful, as if he carried an innate majesty.

His eyes were as sharp as cold stars, and when they swept across Charles and Wen Kerou, they couldn't help but shiver.

The moment Charles saw Fu Yanchen, his heart skipped a beat, as if being grabbed by an invisible hand.

His eyes widened, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he muttered to himself: "No... why is this living devil here? Shouldn't it be Xu Xiaoxiao?"

But he had to pretend to be calm on the surface, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and went to meet him.

"Mr. Fu, you are such a busy man, why are you here? Can't Xiaoxiao be the one to handle such a small matter? Where is Xiaoxiao?"

There was a hint of flattery in Charles' voice, and his tone was as if he was talking to a high and mighty monarch, cautious and a bit flattering.

Fu Yanchen stopped and looked at Charles coldly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through all his inner calculations.

He frowned slightly, his voice light but with unquestionable majesty: "Well, what's the matter? Can't I come?

"Yes, yes..." Charles nodded.

"Xiaoxiao is in critical condition now. She's not feeling well and shouldn't go out. I'm her husband, so I'll handle anything. You... don't seem too willing to see me?"

When Charles heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly, like a flower suddenly frozen.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but didn't know how to start.

He secretly glanced at Fu Yanchen, only to see that Fu Yanchen's face was stern and his eyes revealed an inviolable aura, which made him feel afraid.

"No, no, how could that be?" Charles smiled.

Seeing this, Wen Kerou quickly stopped her fake sobs, stood up straight, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

She tugged at the corner of Charles's clothes and whispered, "Husband, this..." Charles ignored her and continued to speak with a stiff upper lip.

"Xiaoxiao, this child, is so hard to understand! No matter what, she is still grandma's granddaughter! Now grandma is so sick and in the intensive care unit, and she doesn't even come to the hospital! Her mother loves her in vain."

"Just because you're pregnant, has she become so spoiled? This is really hard to understand! Mr. Fu, only you would dote on her like this."

Charles deliberately raised his voice, his voice full of accusations and resentment, as if Xu Xiaoxiao had committed an unforgivable sin by not coming to the hospital.

When the people around heard this, they all looked at him strangely. Seeing this, Charles raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smug look. He thought that his words could resonate with everyone and put Fu Yanchen in an embarrassing situation.

Fu Yanchen was originally listening attentively to the doctor's description of his grandmother's condition, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of worry.

After hearing what Charles said, his brows instantly furrowed even tighter, like two steep peaks, revealing an aura of majesty without anger.

His eyes were like sharp blades in the cold night, and he glanced at Charles coldly.

The gaze seemed to carry an invisible force that instantly penetrated Charles' disguise, making him feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

Charles felt frightened by Fu Yanchen's look. His originally open mouth suddenly seemed to be glued shut and he could no longer make any sound.

His body trembled slightly, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, like a hare being targeted by a hunter. He subconsciously took a step back, trying to avoid Fu Yanchen's sharp gaze.

"Xiaoxiao's pregnancy is special. The doctor has repeatedly told her to rest and not get any stress. Are you deliberately trying to get her into trouble by talking nonsense here?"

Fu Yanchen's voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. With an unquestionable majesty, he stared at Charles closely, as if he wanted to see every subtle expression of his.

When Charles heard this, his face turned red and white, like a color palette.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't find a suitable reason.

He knew in his heart that what he said just now was just to show his presence in front of Fu Yanchen and to cause some trouble for Xu Xiaoxiao. He didn't expect that it would provoke such a strong counterattack from Fu Yanchen.

"I...I don't mean that. I just think Xiaoxiao, as her granddaughter, should come and see the old lady. Who knows, someday the old lady will..."

Charles stammered, his voice becoming smaller and smaller, completely losing the confidence he had at the beginning.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, slid down his cheeks and wet his collar.

Fu Yanchen sneered, his laughter as sharp and piercing as an ice blade cutting through glass. "What do you think? What qualifications do you have to think so? If you really cared about grandma, you wouldn't be making sarcastic remarks here. Instead, you should think about how to make up for the mistakes you made earlier."

Charles was speechless after hearing Fu Yanchen's words. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Fu Yanchen again.

At this time, people around him also began to point fingers at Charles and accuse him of wrongdoings.

Charles felt his face burning and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Fu Yanchen no longer paid attention to Charles. He turned around and continued to communicate with the doctor about his grandmother's condition. His focused expression seemed to tell everyone that he only had his grandmother's safety in his mind at the moment, and he simply disdained those provocations with ulterior motives.

Charles could only stand aside dejectedly, like an eggplant hit by frost, without any of his previous arrogance.

The lights in the hospital corridor were pale and glaring, as if casting a cold light on this farce.

Wen Kerou saw Charles being rendered speechless by Fu Yanchen. The cold aura from Fu Yanchen spread out like a substance, which made her shiver in her heart.

She quickly pulled her husband hard, with such force that Charles almost staggered.

Charles glared at his wife, but Wen Kerou ignored him. Then, an extremely flattering and fake smile appeared on Wen Kerou's face. That smile was like a mask that was forcibly glued to her face with glue, and it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

She bent her waist slightly and leaned forward, as if to pay a humble tribute to Fu Yanchen, her voice deliberately soft and flattering: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, don't be angry, it's okay, it's okay, Charles is also anxious and can't speak, don't mind, the child is the most important, you are Xiaoxiao's husband, and you are also her grandson, it's the same as if you are here, we are all family, we are a family, don't worry about anything. "

She emphasized the word "family" particularly, as if to remind Fu Yanchen, and as if to give herself courage.

Then, Wen Kerou began to pretend to be pitiful. A few tears like cat urine squeezed out of her eyes, rolling around in her eye sockets, but she couldn't let them fall. She seemed extremely artificial, and Fu Yanchen didn't want to pay any attention to these two people.

She continued sobbing, "Boss Fu, we didn't want to disturb you, but you understand our situation."

"If you have something to say, say it now. I don't have time to listen to your ramblings."

"Hey, Mr. Fu, you're such a straightforward person! The situation is like this now. The old lady's condition is very serious. She has been sent to the intensive care unit, and the hospital won't allow family members to visit, saying it might cause infection. The daily expenses are really scary. My husband and I didn't have much living expenses to begin with, and now we have nothing left. We used the money we borrowed to start a business, but the business hasn't even started to take off, and the old lady... Now not only have we not made any money, but we're also in debt. We really can't afford the high medical expenses now!"

As she spoke, she wiped away tears that didn't exist at all with her hands. The action was so exaggerated that it was disgusting.

"But we can't just ignore her. After all, the old lady is our mother. We will definitely do our best to help wherever we can... As for money... there's really nothing we can do."

Although Wen Kerou said this, her tone seemed somewhat hypocritical and perfunctory, without a trace of sincerity at all.

Not only that, there seemed to be a hint of calculation in her words, which made people doubt her true intentions.

She paused, her eyes rolling around as if she were calculating something, then continued, "What I'm thinking of is having Xiaoxiao and Weiwei, the two granddaughters, pay for it. You both have money, and Weiwei's family is also not poor, so a million or eight hundred thousand is no problem. And that Jiang Ling... has some savings too, so let her... contribute a little. We... still have children to raise, so we can just contribute. What do you think? I called Weiwei and found out, hehehe."

That "hehehe" laughter was like a strange sound coming from a dark corner, which made people feel creepy.

Fu Yanchen listened to Wen Kerou's words, his brows furrowed tightly into the shape of a "川" character, and the disgust in his eyes shot towards Wen Kerou as if it were real.

He sneered, his laughter like the cold wind blowing from an ice cellar, piercing the bone. "You guys help? What can you help? When the old lady was seriously ill, you didn't reflect on your mistakes, but you are still here calculating the medical expenses. Xiaoxiao is pregnant and needs to rest, but you are just making wishful thinking."

Wen Kerou was so choked by Fu Yanchen's words that her face turned pale and blue, like a punctured balloon, instantly deflated.

But she was still unwilling to give up, and continued to say stubbornly: "Mr. Fu, we have no choice. We really have no money. We can't just watch the old lady and do nothing."

Fu Yanchen stared at Wen Kerou with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through her soul: "No money? What you did to the old lady before, how could you not have thought that this day would come? It's too late to pretend to be pitiful now. You don't have to worry about the medical expenses. I, Fu Yanchen, will not let my grandmother delay treatment because of money. As for you, it's best to be quiet and don't have any more crooked thoughts."

After hearing this, Wen Kerou's body trembled slightly. She knew that Fu Yanchen saw through her plan clearly.

She lowered her head, not daring to look Fu Yanchen in the eye again, but she was still muttering softly: "How can we be restless? What does the old lady's illness have to do with us?"

The air in the hospital corridor seemed to be frozen by Fu Yanchen's cold snort, and the disdain and anger spread in the air like substance.

Wen Kerou and Charles stood there stiffly, as if they were under a spell, their faces full of fear and anxiety.

Fu Yanchen's eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing Wen Kerou and Charles. His voice was icy, with unquestionable authority, and he spoke word by word, "You don't have any bad intentions? The doctor said the old lady has had a fever for a week, and you still say you have no bad intentions. Why didn't you send her to the hospital after a week?"

The questioning tone was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wen Kerou and Charles' hearts again and again.

Wen Kerou's body trembled slightly, and her hands were twisted together unconsciously, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to defend herself, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out.

Her eyes flickered, sometimes looking at the ground, sometimes secretly glancing at Fu Yanchen. Her panicked expression completely exposed her inner fear.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Charles' forehead, slid down his cheeks and wet his collar.

He pretended to be calm, pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, and said, "Boss Fu, we...we thought it was just a common cold and that it would be fine with some medicine. We didn't expect it to be so serious."

Fu Yanchen sneered, his laughter was like an ice blade cutting through glass, sharp and piercing: "Common cold? A week-long high fever is a common cold? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"

His eyes were full of mockery and anger, as if he was watching two clowns performing a clumsy show.

"Besides, grandma was fine when she left the Fu family. Her chronic illness had been almost cured. She just had a slight cough. Xiaoxiao even had medicine delivered to her every day."

Fu Yanchen became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice rising a few degrees with an uncontrollable anger. "It hasn't been long now and it has become like this. What on earth is going on? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal, Wen Kerou finally mustered up the courage, but her voice was still trembling: "Boss Fu, we really didn't intentionally not send him to the hospital. It's just... it was just a momentary oversight."

"Negligence?" Fu Yanchen raised his eyebrows, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "A week of high fever, and you call it negligence? You are playing with grandma's life. If anything happens to grandma, I will never let you go."

When Charles heard this, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

He quickly held onto the wall next to him to steady himself, then said, "Mr. Fu, we know we were wrong. We really didn't mean to do that. The most urgent thing now is to get the old lady treated. We'll find a way to pay for the medical expenses."

Fu Yanchen glanced at him with disdain and said, "You guys think of a solution? What solution can you come up with? Stop pretending here. You don't have to worry about the medical expenses. I, Fu Yanchen, will take full responsibility. Once grandma wakes up, the truth will be revealed."

Wen Kerou and Charles looked at each other, both of their eyes filled with hesitation and fear.

They know what consequences they will face if they tell the truth.

But under Fu Yanchen's sharp gaze, they didn't dare to hide it anymore.

For a moment, the corridor fell into deathly silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock, as if it was the countdown of fate, knocking at their hearts.

The doctor spoke...