The Fu family's family doctor came to see him, prescribed medicine, and then said to Jiang Shu, who stayed behind: "Mr. Fu is sick due to overwork, and the root of the disease is in his heart."
Jiang Shu glanced at the man lying on the bed. In the past, she would never have believed that Fu Shiyan was mentally ill. How could he be such an arrogant person?
"If you explain more, it would be best to make him feel better."
Jiang Shu stayed, soaked a towel with water, and applied it to his forehead, repeating this process until three o'clock in the morning.
He did not sleep peacefully, his body was sweating constantly, and his brows were furrowed. It could be seen that he was not happy in his dream.
Jiang Shu wiped it for him, sometimes thinking that this powerful man would be sad and painful after losing the person closest to him.
At three o'clock in the morning, Fu Shiyan's fever finally subsided. Jiang Shu couldn't sleep, so she sat on the bay window. It was autumn at this time, and the hibiscus in the yard outside was blooming in full swing at night.
She counted the time in agony until it was almost dawn, then she made up her mind, walked to Fu Shiyan's bedside, and picked up his personal mobile phone.
The mobile phone case he used was chosen by her, and in the background were four words written by her herself: Everything will be successful.
He would be puzzled: "Why isn't everything going as planned?"
Jiang Shu answered seriously: "A book I read said that success in everything means that everything is a little better than everything goes well. This is the best blessing."
Fu Shiyan curled his lips and accepted the mobile phone case she put on him privately.
The edges of the phone case were oxidized, and it looked like it had been used for a long time. Jiang Shu didn't expect that he had never taken it off.
She opened the phone case and placed a small voice recorder inside. It was so small that it was almost invisible to the touch. Even if it was discovered and fell out, it would not be suspected of being a voice recorder.
Even if you ask her, she can answer it well.
Jiang Shu buttoned it up again, glanced at the sleeping man, and lowered his eyes.
It wasn't until dawn that Fu Shiyan woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Shu, who was sleeping next to the bed. Her profile was plump and round, and her lips were slightly bulging.
He stared for a long time until the servant who brought breakfast knocked on the door, and he made a quiet gesture to the person.
Fu Shiyan casually picked up the mobile phone placed on the bedside table, turned on the camera, and by some strange mistake, took a photo of her.
He was ill for three or four days and lived in his old house with no contact with the outside world.
Jiang Shu accompanied him, and the two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention the past.
When Fu Shiyan was better, he would bask in the sun in the yard, and he would be happy to tease someone's cat that ran over to him.
The news of his grandfather's death has spread in the circle, but has not yet been notified to the outside world. Fu Shiyan occasionally browses the news, and on an ordinary afternoon, orders Secretary Huo to issue an announcement.
After he made the call, he turned off his phone. At that time, Jiang Shu found a badminton racket out of nowhere and asked him with a smile: "Are you playing?"
The autumn wind puffed up his coat. Fu Shiyan reached out to take it and asked casually, "Can you do it?"
"Are you kidding? I was taught badminton by a master."
Fu Shiyan's faint smile sank slightly, thinking of Lu Xun. She once said that he taught her many things.
However, when facing him, Jiang Shu remembered that arrogant but sunny boy who taught her how to play badminton step by step.
The one who said the most was: "Xiao Xiao, there is no one stupider than you in the entire Haicheng.