Chapter Four: Fish Bath, I Can Forgive You...
Awakening once again.
Yu Zao found herself lying in the VIP ward of the hospital.
Outside the door, she could hear the voices of Fu Shiyong and a doctor conversing.
“It’s like this, Mr. Fu. At present, Miss Yu’s fainting was caused by anemia due to malnutrition.”
“As for whether there are other underlying conditions, we will need to conduct some routine tests and genetic screenings.”
In front of this young man who already dominated all of Northern Jing, the elderly hospital director spoke with great caution, sweating nervously, careful not to offend such a powerful figure.
“Arrange the tests as soon as possible.”
The man’s tone was anxious and complicated.
“Yes, but these tests require the signature of a family member. May I ask what your relationship with Miss Yu is?”
A consent form was handed to Fu Shiyong.
He took the pen instinctively, about to sign under “spouse.”
Just as his pen touched the paper, a commotion suddenly broke out in the corridor.
“Yu Zao, you shameless mistress, always pretending to be sick to gain sympathy!”
“My husband was seduced by you. Don’t you have any shame?”
“Get out! You cheap woman, thinking you can’t compare to Mr. Fu, so you’re trying the same old tricks with a richer lover?”
Chen Ya, her face streaked with tears, came rushing in like a madwoman.
Upon seeing Fu Shiyong at the door, she grabbed his arm and shouted hoarsely,
“Mr. Fu, please don’t believe Yu Zao has some incurable disease. She just loves to use weakness to win men’s sympathy.”
“My husband has already spent millions trying to treat this wretched woman.”
“Think about it—if she wasn’t scamming money, how could she still be alive with a supposedly incurable disease that millions couldn’t cure?!”
People love to watch drama unfold.
Chen Ya’s outburst drew a crowd of patients and medical staff.
The elderly director tried to disperse the crowd.
Fu Shiyong’s tightly furrowed brows radiated a chilling coldness.
Yu Zao, flushed and radiant, emerged from the ward.
Crossing her arms, she leaned seductively against the doorframe, deliberately provoking Chen Ya.
“Sister, men all like young and beautiful women. Brother Yang loves me and spends money on me. Isn’t that a bit too much of your business?”
She spoke with brazen confidence, fully owning her role.
Three years had passed.
In those three years, Fu Shiyong had come to despise her—there was no reason to let it all fall apart now.
“But, sister, don’t be too anxious. I actually like Mr. Fu more now. As for Brother Yang, I’ll give him back to you. He’s not very rich anyway.”
Every other word was “money.”
To provoke even further, Yu Zao softened and leaned unresistingly into Fu Shiyong’s arms.
Pouting her bright red lips, she coquettishly said, “Mr. Fu, considering I gave you a son, how about I be your mistress and you support me?”
Chen Ya, furious beyond reason, shouted,
“Mr. Fu, you saw this yourself, right? This wanton fox revealed it all!”
The onlookers whispered among themselves.
Some cursed Yu Zao for shamelessness and filthiness.
Others mocked her as a gold-digging woman doomed to a bad end.
“Mr. Fu, ten thousand a month—you're so rich, surely you won’t care about such a small amount?”
Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
No sooner had the words fallen than Chen Ya grabbed Yu Zao’s hair and slapped her relentlessly.
Yu Zao’s cheeks swelled red and sore.
Her lips split, blood dripping.
Yet even so, she tried to “seduce and get close” to the cold, indifferent Fu Shiyong, whose black eyes were chilling to the bone.
“Mr. Fu—”
Knocked to the ground by Chen Ya, Yu Zao crawled toward the man.
Despicable—disgusting beyond words.
“Get lost! Yu Zao, the greatest shame of my life is knowing you! Being played and used by you again and again!”
Each word from the man struck like a jewel, as he stepped on her outstretched hand and swept past with a flick of his sleeve.
Fu Shiyong was said to be inscrutable, his emotions unreadable.
But now, after three years, it was clear he and they had all changed greatly.
The young man she once knew,
He used to smile, loved to cling to her and play lazily in bed.
But now?
She was nothing but the biggest stain on his past.
“Fine, Fu Shiyong, this is exactly the ending I want.”
“Rather than letting you watch me die in unbearable pain, I’d rather make you hate me, so you and Yiyi can live peacefully.”
After Fu Shiyong left,
Yu Zao stopped pretending.
Chen Ya tried to linger, but Yu Zao slammed the door shut on her hand with a bang.
Five fingers nearly broken.
Chen Ya collapsed to the ground in pain, rolling around comically.
“Does it hurt, Mrs. Yang?”
“It should! Brother Yang isn’t anyone’s private possession. He has the right to associate with other women.”
“His upbringing and morals make him understand self-restraint.”
“Nothing happened between us, but what you did before, only you know!”
“Spreading false rumors and causing trouble will have legal consequences!”
A person who had come to terms with death, destined to perish.
Yu Zao was world-weary but not defeated.
In front of all the onlookers, she called the police, gathered evidence on the spot, and filed a report.
By the time Yang Chen received the news and sped over,
Chen Ya was already taken away by the police.
He was apologetic.
She just smiled wryly, saying, “I am a very bad woman, right? To keep Fu Shiyong from discovering my secret, I used your wife. I’m the one who should apologize.”
“You…”
Yang Chen hesitated, conflicted, then handed over his phone, sidestepping Chen Ya’s words.
“Yu Yue has moved into Fu Shiyong’s villa, and the official Fu Group website has announced that your son will publicly acknowledge his mother. The banquet will be in three weeks.”
Three weeks later.
That was the day Yu Yue and her daughter had once entered the house and shattered their mother’s spirit tablet!
Fu Shiyong had said, “Xiao Yu, one day, on this very day, I will seek justice for my mother-in-law and make those two pay double for what they stole from you.”
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