Chapter 36: Director Fu, the illness she has is Huntington's disease

"Investigate! If her surname is truly Liu, then... never mind..."

November arrived, and the weather in Jingbei turned bitterly cold.

In a top-tier VIP ward at the hospital, Yu Zao had not taken her specialized medication for over ten hours. Her wrists were completely dislocated, and every time the muscles affected by her condition spasmed, it triggered a searing pain as if her bones were being crushed.

Yu Yue lay on the soft bed that Fu Shiyong had prepared personally. He had spent a long time in the small kitchen, stirring a bowl of millet porridge, terrified that even a single grain might not be soft enough.

Fu Yiyi, his face streaked with tears, stepped over his mother, Yu Zao, who was forced to kneel on the floor, and threw himself onto the side of the bed.

"Mommy! Wuwuwu, Daddy said you were bullied by a wicked woman, so I’ve come to avenge you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the little boy grabbed a piping hot water glass and—*smack!*—smashed it against his own birth mother’s body.

Splashing shards of glass mingled with boiling water. The resulting wounds were instantly scalded, layers of skin and flesh burned away.

The pain! It was agonizing, tearing her apart!

She watched, helpless, as the precious son she had carried for ten months—the child she had risked her life to bring into the world—now gazed at her with eyes like dark, glistening grapes, filled with nothing but disgust and malice, all to protect the daughter of his father's mistress.

Yu Zao could no longer hold her kneeling position and collapsed to the floor. Her dizzy mind began to blur. She remembered that soft, milky-scented little bundle who loved to curl up in her arms. But now, those small arms and legs were striking out with all their might against her thin, defenseless frame.

"Mommy, Mommy, I want to be a baby forever, I want to stay by Mommy’s side forever."

"You wicked woman! You prostitute! How dare you hurt my mommy? Go die, just die!"

"Mommy, give me a kiss..."

"You filthy trash, I hate you, disappear, just disappear!"

"Wuwuwu, Mommy, don’t leave, don’t abandon Yiyi and Daddy, Mommy..."

*My son!*

The chaotic timelines overlapped. No matter how numb her heart had become, she could not lie to herself and pretend she truly didn't care.

Lying in a pool of blood, she crawled toward Fu Yiyi in a wretched state. She desperately wanted to touch his soft, chubby cheeks and take his small hand, to tell him, "Yiyi, Mommy is back. I am your biological mother. Yiyi, Mommy has always, always loved you!"

*Crash!*

This time, the little boy slammed a crystal fruit bowl directly onto her hand. Then, in a panic, he scrambled into Yu Yue’s arms, expressing his utter repulsion: "Mommy, the wicked woman tried to touch me. She’s so dirty, she smells, Yiyi is so disgusted!"

He finished by making an exaggerated, vomiting grimace.

Fu Shiyong held Yu Yue in his arms, tenderly wiping the snot and tears from his son’s face. Under the gentle, warm light of the ward, Yu Zao was like the most pathetic outsider, witnessing the "happy family of three" in their blissful harmony.

***

"Daddy, the wicked woman bullied Mommy. Make her apologize!"

"Alright."

The man smiled and kissed the foreheads of his son and his fiancée, then commanded coldly, "Kneel and kowtow, ten times!"

*Cough, cough—*

Yu Yue coughed weakly.

Fu Yiyi shouted, "One hundred times! And make her do it where there are the most people, parade her through the streets!"

"Drag her away."

"Yes, Chairman."

For the entire day, the most entertaining scene in all of Jinggang was right in front of the outpatient building of the Central Hospital. Yu Zao, covered in filth, was held down by the neck by bodyguards, her forehead slamming repeatedly against the cobblestone ground.

Her shattered phone, dropped during the struggle, had suffered a system error and automatically opened Weibo. The number one trending topic was: *#Mr. Fu, to win a smile from his beloved, leads his son in a grand performance of the Jinghong Dance#*

The reflection of the warm lights danced on the glass. The husband and son were giving their all, abandoning all image, just to bring a smile back to Yu Yue’s face after she had been hurt by that wicked woman.

*Bang, bang, bang—*

With arms scalded by boiling water and hands pierced by shards of crystal, Yu Zao was in such pain that her entire body had gone numb. The bodyguards cruelly forced her to make each kowtow harder than the last, mocking her: "You cast-off bitch, you were too blind to recognize talent. My Madam is high and mighty now; you’re just trash who could never dream of being in her position!"

A moment later, Fu Yiyi held a megaphone and shouted toward the window, "Mommy, I love you so much! I’m going to grow up fast, and just like Daddy, I’ll become a hero to protect my kind and beautiful Mommy."

The voice echoed in circles, vibrating against Yu Zao's eardrums. It was more agonizing than a thousand poison needles piercing her heart.

Upstairs, Yu Yue spoke intentionally into the megaphone, laughing, "Then does Yiyi want to kiss Mommy?"

"Mmh, mwah!"

"Honey, come here, I want you to kiss me too."

"Alright."

The man’s voice, magnetic and gravelly, was unmistakable, filled with doting affection.

As she performed the final kowtow, everything went black, and at the moment she collapsed, was it an illusion? Behind the only lit window upstairs, the towering figure who was about to kiss Yu Yue suddenly bolted out of the room.

Only a few minutes passed.

***

Yu Zao heard someone calling her name in great distress. The surroundings were in complete disarray.

Someone said timidly, "Mr. Fu, something is wrong. This lady’s muscles are spasming abnormally. I suspect she might have a very rare disease."

"What?"

"Huntington’s disease!"

*Ugh!*

She vomited a mouthful of blood, staining everything. She had no memory of what happened afterward.

When she woke up, she was lying in an unfamiliar room. The faint, serene scent of gardenias filled the air. A window was cracked open, and the curtains billowed in the breeze. On the nightstand sat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, still steaming, topped with three drops of sesame oil and a single, vibrant green bok choy.

"Fu... Shiyong..."

Her voice was so hoarse that even Yu Zao was taken aback. The wound on her forehead was still throbbing.

Outside the door, Lu Ya’s voice was sharp: "Tell Fu Shiyong not to come here again. She is employed by me, and he can get as far away from here as he possibly can!"

As she spoke, the wooden door creaked open from the outside.

The little princess was fuming, muttering, "Are all scumbags brain-dead? He’s the world’s number one in business, but when it comes to feelings, he’s not even as smart as a moron! It’s infuriating!"

"Lu Ya... Princess?"

Yu Zao was completely bewildered. Seeing she was awake, the girl’s anger vanished instantly, and she rushed over, beaming.

"Auntie, you’ve been in a coma for half a month! You finally woke up; otherwise, my parents would have killed me for sure!"

*Auntie? In a coma for half a month?!*

Before she could piece together these scattered fragments of information, the phone under her pillow began to vibrate wildly. Message after message poured in, all from the same number.

That number belonged to Fu Shiyong!

She reached to look at them, but was stopped by Lu Ya, whose expression turned awkward.

"Auntie, don't pay any attention to that big scumbag. His people have been pestering me here for days."

"That dog of a man—you don't need to care about him at all!"