Fu Shiyan had already stood up to find some hot compress medicine.
Jiang Shu rubbed his eyes, turned over and found his mobile phone. He really wanted to call Xu Ming. He couldn't really be that smart. Something might have happened.
Fu Shiyan had already come over, sat down, patted her head, "Get up and I'll help you take a look."
Jiang Shu had no choice but to let him toss him around. For some reason, she no longer had any fear.
The weather was very good today. She didn't even change her clothes. She sat in the yard with her disheveled hair and basked in the sun, watching the warm sunlight shining on the white wall in large swaths.
Fu Shiyan's black coat was thrown carelessly on the stool, and she picked it up and put it on her body to keep warm.
When I was studying, in autumn and winter, I liked to wear the jackets of my male classmates. I always felt that they were much warmer than my own clothes.
After a while, Fu Shiyan urged her to clean up herself, and he personally took her to thank Qingying.
It's one thing for her to go by herself, but it's another thing for him to take her there.
To Jiang Shu's surprise, Qingying was discharged from the hospital. Her residence was not far away. The building was smaller in size and felt antique when she walked in.
It's three o'clock in the morning and the green cherry blossoms haven't woken up yet.
Qing's father handed over a certificate written by a doctor, which basically said that Qingying hit her head and needed to rest.
Jiang Shu was very apologetic: "Uncle, I'm sorry for Qingying. If it weren't for me, this wouldn't have happened."
Fu Shiyan put his hand on her back: "It's not your fault."
Qing's father's unexplained eyes flickered over the two young men, and he solemnly agreed: "That's right, it's not your fault. Qingying is fine. The doctor just told her to rest. It's the beast that was wrong!"
Then he frowned: "You're not hurt, are you?"
She shook her head.
"Don't worry, Shi Yan will definitely pay for you with this tone. You are a member of the Fu family now. If he touches you, he will not be able to survive in Haicheng!"
The meaning of this is unclear.
A flash of violence flashed in Fu Shiyan's eyes, and he whispered: "You go and see Qingying, I'll talk to my uncle."
There was an octagonal pavilion not far away. Fu Shiyan watched Jiang Shu's back leave his sight and smiled politely at the elder in front of him: "Please."
A servant soon brought tea and food to the pavilion. Father Qing took a sip of tea and said, "Shi Yan, I'm actually surprised that you would get into a fight at the annual meeting."
The man remained calm, clasping his hands in front of him, and always looking at Qingying's room.
"After all, she is Mrs. Fu."
Fu Shiyan calmly made a promise: "Qingying saved my wife. You can repay this favor to me at any time."
On the other side, Jiang Shu sat in Qingying's room, waiting for Qingying to wake up.
When she was sitting alone, she was deep in thought and her eyes were covered with dust.
Qingying probably wasn't asleep, and probably just too lazy to face her. Jiang Shu said, "Stop pretending, aren't you tired?"
No one responds, and you can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.
"Qingying, let me ask you a question, do you know what kind of person Fu Shiyan's mother is?" Jiang Shu has been thinking about this question these days. She originally wanted to ask Zhou Liangqi, but after thinking about it, she still didn't want to cause trouble.
As a young lady from an aristocratic family, Qingying should know something about it even though she is an illegitimate daughter.
As expected, Qingying jumped up when she heard this, her eyes widened, "Why did you suddenly ask this question? Who are you talking about?"
Jiang Shu stared at her expression and guessed: "Is she mentally ill?"
Qingying narrowed her eyes, her meaning even more unclear, "Brother Fu told you?"