Chapter Thirteen: She and Yang Chen Are Together

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Inside the hospital room.
Yu Zao had just finished packing her few personal belongings and was about to go through the discharge procedures.
Suddenly, she received a call from Yang Chen.
“Hello, Brother Yang? My phone just shut down due to a malfunction; I just turned it back on. You…”
There was no clear voice on the other end.
Faintly, she thought she heard Chen Ya crying loudly.
“Yang Chen, why is it that only men can have multiple wives and concubines?”
“Didn’t you love me? You even gave up your family inheritance rights to marry me, a girl from the countryside.”
“And now I just slept with a male model once, just for fun, why are you making such a fuss?”
Beep beep beep—
The call was abruptly cut off.
The phone malfunctioned again and went black, refusing to turn back on.
She sensed something was seriously wrong. Over the years, Yang Chen had fallen into severe depression because of Chen Ya.
Three years ago, they first met in Singapore.
One was a woman diagnosed with Huntington’s disease gene in latency, who had abandoned her husband and child to go abroad alone, contemplating suicide by drowning.
The other was a disheartened doctor whose beloved wife had cheated on him with a male escort, leaving his mind in ruins.
He also wanted to drown himself.
In the end, neither died, and they became friends who supported each other.
“Brother Yang, please don’t be in trouble. I’m coming right now, I’m almost there!”
Unable to get a taxi, she ran all the way to Yang Chen’s villa.
At almost the same time,
Fu Shiyong stepped out of the private VIP elevator, holding his phone.
His assistant detailed all the information they had gathered.
“First, Miss Yu Zao is just an ordinary waitress at the Golden Leopard; she doesn’t serve drinks or entertain guests.”
“Second, that time at the Xuanwu Era, Miss Yu Zao was a painting model and was almost assaulted by that old lecher.”
“Third, to make money, she works several jobs at once. Someone even tried to keep her as a mistress, but she refused!”
Suddenly, he pushed open the hospital room door.
The words “Yu Zao” were about to leave Fu Shiyong’s lips, but the empty hospital bed silenced him.
A nurse came over, glanced at him, blushed, and shyly asked, “Sir, are you here to see Miss Yu Zao?”
“Where is she?”
“She just left in a hurry. It seems her boyfriend is in trouble. She was crying badly when she left.”
Boyfriend?!
He instinctively asked, “Yang Chen?”
“Yes, that’s the name she was calling.”
On the phone, the assistant coincidentally mentioned the same person: “Oh, by the way, the eldest young master of the Yang family has a rather complicated relationship with Miss Yu Zao…”
“Hey! Sir, sir, where are you going? You dropped your phone, you…”
The Rolls-Royce sped away from the hospital.

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Twenty minutes later.
Yang family villa.
Yu Zao staggered out of the taxi she had finally caught.
Just as she entered the foyer,
she saw Chen Ya completely naked, writhing between two male models, her expression one of ecstatic pleasure, as if she were floating in the clouds.
Then she looked at Yang Chen.
He was tied up with his hands and feet bound, tape covering his eyes, forced to watch his wife’s debauchery.
And this wasn’t the first time!
“Chen Ya, enough! Brother Yang has severe depression. Are you trying to kill him?!”
Yu Zao rushed forward.
Ignoring her injured foot, she hurried over, each step leaving a trail of blood.
She frantically untied the ropes.
Yang Chen’s gaze was vacant; his hands, tied behind his back, were painfully twisted, the skin raw and turned outward from the rough binding.
“Yu… Zao…” His desperate eyes, his agonized cries,
were like looking into a mirror.
The mirror reflected herself three years ago after leaving Fu Shiyong and her son.
“It’s me, Brother Yang. Calm down, take a deep breath. It’s okay now. I’m here, I’ll take you away.”
Two souls, battered and bruised by love,
without any lust or desire between them, purely wanting to soothe each other’s wounds, embraced each other.
Chen Ya, having finished, rolled her eyes dramatically.
But her words were directed at the doorway, “Director Fu, you saw all this? A pair of worthless scoundrels. Yu Zao’s skill in cheating on her partner is truly masterful.”
Fu Shiyong stood rigidly behind the translucent entrance screen.
The exquisite Suzhou embroidery of dragons and phoenixes blurred his dark, indistinct handsome face.
“Hearing is unreliable, seeing is believing, Director Fu. A slut is a slut. She only cares about money and always takes shortcuts.”
Chen Ya climbed down from the male model, playing the victim and accusing first.
Yang Chen’s mood was terrible.
He had to be taken to the hospital immediately.
Ignoring all the cold slanders and insults.
Yu Zao, alone and unsteady, supported him up and was about to leave.
But…
“Yu Zao, I need an explanation!”
Word by word, forced out through gritted teeth.
As for her, standing against the light, she met Fu Shiyong’s gaze with a look as if he were insane, blocking the way and refusing to move.
“Mr. Fu, have you forgotten? We divorced three years ago.”
“No matter who I’m with now, I owe no explanation to an unrelated ex-husband!”
“Get out of my way at once!”
A misunderstanding, perhaps.

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Fu Shiyong, the deeper your misunderstanding, the easier it is for me.
Because only this way, when you are as heartbroken and hopeless as I am,
you can face my death with a calm mind.
“Mr. Fu, if anything happens to my man, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you off!”
Rarely, Yu Zao shouted at him, blazing with furious fire.
The same words, three years ago, when Fu Shiyong was maliciously drugged by a female partner who tried to take advantage of him,
she had swung a broken wine bottle, rushed into the private room, and roared, “Fu Shiyong is my man! Anyone who bullies him, even if I become a ghost, I will perish with them!”
Now, it was the same person.
But the one she once protected with her life was no longer the same.
“Get lost! Fu Shiyong, Brother Yang means a lot to me. I won’t let anything happen to him!”
Her fragile body burst with a strength that seemed strangely familiar to Fu Shiyong.
Yu Zao pushed him aside forcefully, then swiftly helped Yang Chen leave.
Chen Ya came downstairs after changing clothes.
She flicked her bright red nails; though aging, the woman still exuded charm.
“My husband spent a fortune on her every month.”
“If someone dies, could she easily make money by being a third party for others?”
“So, naturally, he has to protect her fiercely.”
Hahaha—
The cruel sarcasm pierced Fu Shiyong like thousands of steel rods, leaving him wounded all over.
Leaving the Yang residence,
Yu Yue got out of the Maserati, holding the phone Yang Chen had left at the hospital.
The woman took out some calming pills and thoughtfully straightened his collar and cuffs, rumpled from rushing over.
On the way back, she didn’t ask a word, focusing solely on driving.
At the villa,
the man suddenly embraced her from behind.
“Yu Yue, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Shiyong, I told you, I’ll wait. Quietly wait until you forget your sister, until you truly fall in love with me.”
A perfect match of talents and beauty.
Fu Yiyi bounced out from the backyard, holding a children’s watch, snapping several photos with a click-click.
A harmonious and warm family of three.
Elsewhere,
Yang Chen was injected with sedatives in the psychiatric ward, sleeping restlessly.
On Yu Zao’s barely functioning phone appeared a picture message from an unknown number.