Chapter Twenty-Six: After Losing Something, Fu Shiyong Goes Mad
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“Our employer said that with his current status, such cheap roadside trinkets are unworthy of him!”
A group of thugs laughed and left.
It wasn’t until she was lifted onto the ambulance that the cufflink seemed to be embedded into the palm of her hand, fused with flesh and blood.
Buzz.
On the yellowed phone screen, messages from Yuyue flashed, glaring and brazen.
—[Sister, do you remember what you told me three years ago?]
—[You said I could steal anything in this world, except Fu Shiyong—he would love you devotedly for a lifetime.]
—[But now? Hahaha... a loser like trash, for the rest of your life, you’ll live humbly under my nose!]
The ambulance siren wailed as it sped away.
Meanwhile, a faded “sapphire” cufflink was discarded into the non-recyclable trash bin.
At the Fu family villa,
Dozens of servants were digging up the foundation, all to search for a worthless cufflink.
At the company,
The assistant, out of breath, called back, “Chairman, we searched the entire group building—even through the ventilation ducts—but we still can’t find your cufflink.”
The company ignored billions in project revenue.
Thousands of employees, once the gates closed, were divided into groups of five just to accompany their chairman, who was known for prioritizing the bigger picture, in his madness.
In the living room,
The sky was gloomy.
No lights were on.
A figure suffused with a cool mint scent, like a midnight phantom, sat quietly and silently, yet no one dared approach.
The butler stood a dozen steps away, timidly, “Sir… that cufflink definitely didn’t drop inside the house. If it’s not at the company either, could it be that...”
Bang bang bang—
Fists smashed the glass table.
Blood splattered. The pressure in the room dropped to zero in an instant.
Terrified, the butler collapsed to his knees with a thud.
Yuyue appeared from the kitchen, carrying a calming tea.
She signaled everyone to leave, leaving only the “couple” in the living room.
“Shiyong, sister could even burn down the cabin with a single fire. Tell me, what meaning is there in holding onto that cufflink?”
She sat down gently on the sofa.
Her scent was exactly the same as the gardenia perfume that Yuzhao used to wear. With a genuine embrace, she drew closer.
“For three years, I’ve stayed with you, helped take care of Yiyi, and never minded that you still loved sister.”
“Even when my father beat me, forced me to leave you, told me not to mix with a poor boy from the countryside.”
“I would rather run away from home and sever ties than not stand by your side.”
“Do you know why?”
She lay her head on Fu Shiyong’s steadily rising and falling chest, smiling brightly and understandingly, raising her head to meet those cold, sharp phoenix eyes.
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“Because I’m jealous of sister. Jealous that she can be loved unconditionally by you.”
“But she’s never satisfied, wanting too much.”
“But I’m different, Shiyong. Whether you’re poor or rich, all I, Yuyue, want is just you!”
She personally fed him the calming tea.
Burying her face in the man’s sensitive neck, she subtly teased.
“Mmm~ Shiyong, I really want to be your true woman. Tonight, be mine, okay?”
This time, Fu Shiyong didn’t refuse outright.
He even gently held the back of Yuyue’s head, treasuring her as he said, “These three years, Yiyi and I have been very grateful to you.”
“So?”
Her proud chest advanced, rubbing against him.
But the man still pushed her away and stood up.
“Gratitude and guilt aren’t love, Yuyue. I need to be responsible to you. I will marry you and I will come to love you, but not before I can’t touch you.”
This was a principle, an inviolable bottom line.
That night, thunder roared and rain poured.
Yuzhao was rushed to the hospital for emergency care, without contacting Yang Chen.
The young nurse, seeing her so badly injured yet stubbornly signing the surgery consent form herself, sighed helplessly.
“Miss, even orphans should have at least a friend, right?”
“In my seven years as a nurse, I’ve never seen anyone as alone and helpless as you.”
The surgery went relatively smoothly, and she was sent to the observation room.
When the admission exam report came out, the nurse responsible for Yuzhao’s care glanced at it and was shocked.
“Stage two Huntington’s disease? No wonder she doesn’t have a single friend.”
“A burden like that, even her own parents would want to stay far away.”
Sigh!
Elsewhere,
Below the single apartment building at the senior university,
The rain grew heavier.
A Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside.
The man stood like a statue, soaked through, the cold piercing his bones painfully.
Yet he remained motionless, staring unblinkingly at a window with no lights on.
An old scrap collector passing by under an umbrella advised, “Young man? Did you upset your girlfriend? Ah, couples fight by the bed but reconcile by the foot. If there’s a misunderstanding, just go upstairs and clear it up!”
“She doesn’t love me.”
“What?”
“She only loves money. She just wants my money.”
The chairman of the renowned Fu Group in Jingbei was patiently chatting with a homeless man.
Rain blurred his vision.
Deep within those dark pupils was a twisted emotion that no amount of suppression could quell.
Love?
Fu Shiyong hated it even more.
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Hate?
Yet he couldn’t bear to let go of all the past moments…
“The one who let go first was her. The only one left stuck in the past is me.”
Before finishing, he handed the old man a stack of hundred-yuan bills and prepared to drive away.
But the old man reached out to stop him, “Young man, if you could keep your beloved girl by your side with money, why would you care if she loves you or not? Life is short; enjoy it while you can.”
The wind howled fiercely.
The old man left, and from his sack fell a dirty “sapphire” cufflink.
It rolled to Fu Shiyong’s feet.
Thunder cracked across the sky.
Yuzhao awoke from a nightmare, the rough hospital gown sticky against her skin, uncomfortable.
She grabbed the IV stand and got out of bed.
Afraid of disturbing the other patients in the ward, she tiptoed quietly out.
Her left leg, still healing from a fracture, was weak.
She limped toward the shared terrace for some fresh air.
But after only a few steps, her phone vibrated abruptly in the dim, silent corridor.
A message.
—[Yuzhao, your son is in my hands. Look at this poor little guy, scared and calling for mommy.]
Three or four photos and a video appeared on the screen.
No sign of editing or AI.
Fu Yiyi’s small, soft body was tied tightly with a rope as thick as an arm.
He was hanging from a cliff in pouring rain, swaying dangerously.
—[Don’t ask who I am. If you want to save your son, change your clothes now and come out the back door. There’s a car waiting for you.]
—[Oh, here’s a hint: Crescent Moon Mountain, ten years ago, remember?]
What Crescent Moon Mountain?
What ten years ago?
Yuzhao’s mind was filled with the terrifying image from her nightmare of Yiyi falling apart, battered and bruised.
Perhaps mother and son were connected by heart.
She hurriedly changed clothes and, following the text’s instructions, went out the back door.
At the same time,
A Rolls-Royce stopped in the VIP parking spot.
Fu Shiyong roared, “Why was Yuzhao attacked by thugs at school? I told you to protect her secretly—this is how you protect her? A bunch of useless idiots!”
The head of the security team was scolded to the point of humiliation.
He stammered, “Chairman Fu… actually, Miss Yuyue…”