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"I will protect you," he said softly.
"I will make you better."
I gently opened my eyes, and her gaze was filled with tenderness and trust as she looked at Fu Xieli and smiled softly.
"You are so kind," she said quietly.
Just as Fu Xieli stood there in a daze, his mind filled with unbelievable facts, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and Lu Wanting walked in gracefully. Her eyes trembled slightly, clearly sensing the tense atmosphere in the room. She bit her lip gently, seemingly contemplating how to start.
"Xieli, I heard you were here, so I came to see you," Lu Wanting's voice was calm but carried a hint of unease as she stepped closer, her soft gaze landing on Fu Xieli. However, the coldness in Fu Xieli's demeanor, different from before, made her heart tighten.
"Wan Ting," Fu Xieli's voice was low and distant. "You’re here." He turned away from the hospital bed to face Lu Wanting standing behind him, his eyes no longer holding the warmth they once did.
Lu Wanting frowned slightly and tentatively said, "Xieli, you look very tired."
"I am indeed tired," Fu Xieli replied bluntly, his gaze stern and resolute. "Tired of being deceived, tired of ambiguity."
Lu Wanting's heart sank; she keenly sensed the change in Fu Xieli's attitude. She struggled to maintain a smile on her face. "What do you mean…"
"No need to pretend anymore, Wan Ting," Fu Xieli interrupted her, his tone laced with lingering anger. "I already know your true intentions for getting close to the the Fu Family. There’s no need for any more pretense between us."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a heavy silence. An oppressive atmosphere filled the air. Lu Wanting's face suddenly turned pale as she frantically grabbed Fu Xieli's arm, gripping it tightly enough that her knuckles turned white.
"Xieli, don’t say that. Aren’t we good friends?" Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to use their past emotional bond to win back Fu Xieli's heart.
Fu Xieli gently shook off her hand, a hint of coldness in his gaze. "Does the bond from years ago justify your manipulation of me? Have you considered this outcome?"
Lu Wanting could no longer maintain her composure; her voice became sharp and anxious. "I just want to have something that belongs to me, Xieli, you should understand me."
Fu Xieli let out a bitter laugh, disappointment flooding his eyes. "Understand? How can I understand someone who stops at nothing for personal gain? You approached me, loved me, just to get back at the the Fu Family, didn't you?"
Lu Wanting trembled uncontrollably, her eyes filled with unwillingness and despair. She wanted to argue but found that any words felt powerless at that moment.
Fu Xieli turned his gaze to the window and took a deep breath. He spoke softly, "From now on, let's each take care of ourselves."
As these words fell, Lu Wanting's tears fell uncontrollably.
She weakly let her arms drop, her eyes filled with sadness and despair. She wanted to explain, to salvage the situation, but she couldn't find any reasons or excuses. She clearly felt that Fu Xieli no longer loved her; his eyes held only disdain and disappointment for her.
"Have you really made up your mind?" Lu Wanting's voice trembled as she struggled to believe what she was hearing. She couldn't accept this reality.
Fu Xieli did not answer her; he simply turned back to the bedside and gently held my hand. My face was devoid of color, smiling weakly, yet my eyes shone with tenderness.
Lu Wanting watched Fu Xieli helplessly, her heart feeling as if it were being torn apart in unbearable pain. She could not stand the scene before her; she wanted to leave but found herself uncontrollably wanting to get closer.
"Just go, Wanting," Fu Xieli's voice remained cold and resolute as he looked at Lu Wanting with calmness, as if she were a stranger.
Lu Wanting's heart sank completely. After the door of the hospital room closed behind her, silence once again enveloped the room.
Fu Xieli sat quietly by the bed, watching me sleep peacefully while turmoil raged within him. Lu Wanting's words pierced him like a thorn, deeply embedding themselves in his heart, making it impossible for him to ignore the feelings he had deliberately buried.
He recalled the moments spent with me, from the initial resistance to later acceptance, and now to an... inseparable bond. He had always mistakenly believed that he felt disgust and rejection towards me, but when Lu Wanting appeared before him, he realized that his feelings for me had long surpassed the constraints of marriage; it was a genuine appreciation from the heart.
I lay quietly asleep, my cheeks slightly flushed, breathing evenly and gently. Fu Xieli gently caressed my cheek, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, a wave of guilt rising within him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. He had never intended to hurt me, yet because of his stubbornness and his guilt towards Lu Wanting, he had overlooked me.
Knock, knock, knock... A series of knocks broke Fu Xieli's contemplation. He looked up to see Father Fu standing at the door, his face filled with anxiety and anger.
"Xieli, you finally returned!" Father Fu's voice was stern and deep, laden with reproach. His gaze swept across the hospital room before landing on Fu Xieli, his eyes filled with an oppressive intensity.
"Father, what brings you here?" Fu Xieli's tone was calm, but his eyes betrayed his unease.
"Don't you know what time it is?" Father Fu's voice rose an octave, brimming with fury. "The Lu Family has already come knocking. They demand that you apologize to Lu Wanting and promise to continue maintaining cooperation with the Lu Family!"
"Father, I have already clarified things with Lu Wanting; I will no longer be entangled with her," Fu Xieli replied steadily but firmly.
"Do you think a few words can solve this problem?" Father Fu's anger intensified. "Have you forgotten our family motto? Family interests come above all else!"
"Father, I understand! But..." Fu Xieli hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to voice his thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Father, I can no longer deceive myself; I..."
"Shut up!" Father Fu abruptly interrupted him, the fury in his eyes nearly consuming him. "You must remember that family interests are paramount; you must make sacrifices for the family's sake!"
"Father, I know your intentions are good, but I..." he struggled to articulate his thoughts, his words laced with endless helplessness.
"Be quiet!" Father Fu interrupted him again, his voice filled with rage. "I tell you this: you must listen to me; this is your responsibility and what you must do!"
Father Fu turned and left the hospital room, leaving Fu Xieli alone in deep thought.
"You must take care of yourself," he whispered, gently holding my hand, his eyes filled with concern and hope.
Fu Xieli stood by the window of the hospital room, gazing out at the dim sky in the distance. His inner struggle mirrored the gloomy weather, tangled and heavy. Should he sacrifice love for his family or bravely defend his true feelings? This was the hardest choice of his life. He raised a hand to rub his forehead, feeling utterly exhausted by the conflict within him.
At that moment, Fu Xieli's phone vibrated, the screen flashing with Lu Wanting's name. He frowned slightly, hesitating for a moment before answering the call.
"Xieli." On the other end, Lu Wanting's voice was calm yet tinged with urgency. "I know it's not a good time to contact you, but there are things I must tell you. The Fu Family's investment project has encountered problems, and the Lu Family is very dissatisfied. They are considering..."
Fu Xieli tightened his grip on the phone, anxiety rising within him. "Wanting, I've made it very clear that I don't want to continue this meaningless entanglement. I will handle the business matters as soon as possible."
There was a brief silence on the line before Lu Wanting's somewhat cold voice responded, "I understand, Xieli, but you should know that this decision will put both families in a difficult position."
Fu Xieli did not reply; he knew that Lu Wanting was also a victim of family interests just like him. But at this moment, he could no longer retreat. He gently hung up the phone and turned back to the hospital bed, looking at me still in deep sleep, his resolve growing stronger.
Meanwhile, Father Fu was calmly planning his next move in the study of the Fu Family mansion. He understood Fu Xieli's character well and knew he would not easily yield. However, as a shrewd family leader, he had his own strategies. The door to the study was quietly pushed open as the Fu Family's lawyer entered, carrying a stack of documents.
"President Fu, here is the copy of the contract from the Lu Family that you requested," the lawyer respectfully handed over the documents, his gaze full of expectation. "Also... there has been new progress on the matter you asked me to investigate."
Father Fu took the documents with a slight frown. "Tell me about it."
"According to our investigation, it seems that Lu Wanting is secretly brewing some actions against us that may be related to Young Master Fu's decision," the lawyer lowered his voice, tension evident in his tone.
Father Fu's eyes flashed with sharpness as he nodded, "Good, continue to monitor the Lu Family's every move." He already had further plans in mind and knew he had to take action before the situation spiraled out of control.
Meanwhile, Lu Wanting's assistant was quickly organizing the latest economic data, feeling anxious. Lu Wanting sat in her office chair, pale yet composed; she needed to come up with a response strategy swiftly.
"Miss, how should we respond to the Fu Family's actions?" Cocoli asked softly, worry evident in her gaze.
Lu Wanting sighed lightly, her tone tinged with helplessness. "Fu Xieli is no longer a pawn of the Fu Family. Now we can only take more cautious actions to avoid conflict between the two families." Her gaze drifted through the window, fixed on the distant horizon that held a future she had not anticipated.
In the hospital, Fu Xieli gazed at his unconscious wife on the hospital bed, his expression gentle yet resolute. He slowly sat down, took her cold hand in his, and whispered, "I will protect you, no matter what storms lie ahead."
"Miss, we have received news from President Fu's side; they seem prepared to impose economic sanctions on the Lu Family to force them into submission and make you abandon your support for Young Master Fu," the assistant said anxiously, putting down the documents in his hands with a hint of concern.
Lu Wanting nodded gently; a glimmer of determination crossed her eyes, but her lips remained curled in a slight bitterness. She knew that this family feud had long surpassed personal feelings; she had to make choices to safeguard her family's interests.
"I understand, but we cannot just sit back and wait," Lu Wanting replied steadily as she stood up. Her gaze turned toward the towering skyscrapers outside, which shone brilliantly under the sunset; yet her heart was filled with gloom.
"Miss, do you have any plans?" the assistant asked. Although he couldn't fully grasp Lu Wanting's pain, he firmly believed in her wisdom and capability.
After a moment of contemplation, Lu Wanting spoke softly, "We cannot confront the Fu Family head-on; we must find alternative paths and seek breakthroughs. I need to understand all ongoing projects of the Fu Family, especially those related to Fu Xieli..."
"Miss, I have compiled relevant information for you to review," the assistant quickly handed a thick folder to Lu Wanting.
Lu Wanting took the folder and opened the first page, scanning through the project names with a slight furrow in her brow.
"Immediately contact our informants within the Fu Family. I want to know about their latest project developments and Fu Xieli's role in them," Lu Wanting said firmly, her eyes shining with determination.
The assistant nodded in response and immediately picked up the phone.
Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Fu Xieli held my hand, remaining silent.
"You must wake up," Fu Xieli whispered, his tone tinged with a hint of pleading.
Fu Xieli stood by the window for a long time, contemplating his complex relationship with his family and how to free himself from it. A faint knock on the door broke the silence of the room. He turned around to see his assistant, Li Mingzhe, standing at the entrance with a tense expression.
"President Fu, I found some irregularities in the the Fu Family's latest project," Li Mingzhe said quickly, handing over a document.
Fu Xieli took the document and read through it carefully, his brow gradually furrowing. "What are these loopholes? Why hasn't this information been made public?" His tone was filled with suspicion.
"President Fu, this information has been deliberately concealed by certain executives in the company. I obtained it through some private channels," Li Mingzhe added quietly.
Fu Xieli remained silent for a moment, a glimmer of clarity and determination shining in his eyes. He recalled his conversation with his wife; her resilience and endurance had touched him deeply, and now was another crucial moment.
"Li Mingzhe, arrange for me to meet my father," Fu Xieli said firmly as he closed the document.
Li Mingzhe nodded and quickly exited the hospital room. Fu Xieli glanced back at his wife lying on the bed; she was still there, weak but peaceful. He gently held her hand, feeling the warmth she provided.
"I will resolve all of this," he promised softly before resolutely turning to leave.
In another place, Father Fu was in his office, contemplating the business transaction between the Fu Family and the Lu Family, his expression stern. The arrival of Fu Xieli did not surprise him; it seemed rather routine.
“Father, I have something important to discuss with you,” Fu Xieli stated directly, his tone carrying an undeniable firmness.
Father Fu looked up, his gaze sharp as an eagle's. “Xieli, just speak your mind.”
“Regarding the flaws in the company's latest project, I believe we should no longer keep it a secret,” Fu Xieli said with determination. “Continuing this way will cause irreversible damage to the Fu Family.”
Father Fu furrowed his brow slightly as he regarded his son. This was the first time he had communicated with him so directly. He paused for a moment, seemingly weighing his options.
“Xieli, how do you plan to handle this matter?” Father Fu set down the documents in his hand, his gaze now more inquisitive.
A few hours later, Fu Xieli returned to the hospital, his steps no longer hesitant. He knew this was just the beginning, but he had already taken a crucial step. Pushing open the door to the ward, he saw his wife slightly turn her head to look at him, a hint of reassurance in her eyes.
“There has been some progress,” Fu Xieli said softly as he sat by her bedside. He understood that this was not only a report to his wife but also a form of self-affirmation.
I smiled faintly; though still weak, I understood everything Fu Xieli was doing. I responded softly, “I believe in you.”
“How is your health?” Fu Xieli asked me, concern evident in his voice, though his eyes remained fixed on the view outside the window.
I smiled lightly, suppressing my fatigue as I gently shook my head. “It's nothing serious; I'm just a bit tired.”
"Well, that's good." Fu Xieli responded but then fell into silence.
"Xieli, you..." I hesitated, wanting to ask him about the company project, but the words caught in my throat, and I held back.
Fu Xieli seemed to sense my intention. He turned to look at me, his eyes carrying a hint of apology. "I... I have some matters to deal with recently and might not be able to come by often."
"I understand," I nodded gently, not pressing further. I knew that Fu Xieli must be overwhelmed right now, and I didn't want to add to his burden.
"Don't worry, I'll handle everything," Fu Xieli said, his tone revealing a touch of determination.
I smiled softly and gently held his hand. "I believe in you."
Fu Xieli's fingers lightly stroked the back of my hand, and there was a barely perceptible tenderness in his gaze.
"You..." he started but then hesitated, seeming to want to say something but ultimately remained silent.
"You don't have to worry about me; I'll take care of myself," I tightened my grip on his hand, wearing a gentle smile.
"Okay, you should rest well," Fu Xieli nodded and then stood up, preparing to leave.
Watching Fu Xieli's retreating figure, a hint of bitterness rose in my heart. I understood that there were too many insurmountable gaps between us.
"Miss, it seems that Young Master Fu is not as relaxed as he appears," the housekeeper said from the doorway, watching Fu Xieli's distant silhouette with concern in her voice.
I sighed softly without speaking, merely gazing out the window, filled with confusion.
"Miss, what should we do now?" the housekeeper asked anxiously.
"We can only take it one step at a time," I replied softly, a glimmer of determination flashing in my eyes.
As night deepened, I lay quietly on the hospital bed, my thoughts swirling, various images flashing through my mind: Fu Xieli's figure, Wan Ting's face, and that familiar yet strange business empire.
I knew clearly that a storm was brewing, and I had to be prepared to survive it.
Fu Xieli returned to his office, feeling heavy-hearted under the immense pressure that enveloped him.
"Li Mingzhe, find out as soon as possible who is behind all this," Fu Xieli said with a serious tone, his eyes filled with anxiety.
"President Fu, I'll do it right away," Li Mingzhe nodded in response, his voice also tinged with concern.
"And arrange for someone to secretly protect my wife," Fu Xieli added, worry for his wife evident in his gaze.
"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements," Li Mingzhe assured him, fully aware of Mrs. Fu's importance.
Fu Xieli sat at his desk and picked up a document—the planning proposal for the company's latest project—but he had no mind to read it.
He paced back and forth, various thoughts racing through his mind, each one causing him a splitting headache.
He knew he had to find a solution quickly; otherwise, the Fu Family would face disaster.
Fu Xieli picked up his phone and dialed a number.
27
Fu Xieli sat in his office, gripping a document tightly, his brow furrowed. It had been a long time since he felt this uneasy.
At that moment, the office door was gently pushed open, and Li Mingzhe walked in, holding a neatly organized report. "President Fu, here is the personnel entry and exit record you requested, with anomalies marked," he said, placing the document on Fu Xieli's desk, his voice low and steady.
Fu Xieli did not look at it immediately; his gaze remained fixed on the distance, as if something unsolvable was hidden there. "Li Mingzhe, have there been any unusual occurrences in the company recently?" he asked, his voice tinged with fatigue.
Li Mingzhe hesitated for a moment before responding, "As far as I know, our competitors have been quite active lately, which may be related to internal information leaks. But there is no solid evidence yet." His expression showed concern; he had never encountered such a situation before.
Fu Xieli fell silent again, thoughtfully twirling the pen in his hand. His mind was a tangled mess.
Meanwhile, I lay quietly in the hospital room, my face slightly pale. The sunlight outside spilled onto me, bringing a touch of warmth as I gently closed my eyes, trying to relax. However, a sudden cough broke the tranquility of the room.
The female protagonist's best friend, Yanyan, happened to push the door open, holding a bouquet of bright flowers like sunshine. "Look, I brought you this; it will surely brighten your mood," her lively voice filled the room.
I smiled faintly as I took the flowers and gently inhaled their fragrance. "Thank you for always being by my side."
Yanyan patted my shoulder with a light tone. "It's just a small gesture. And remember to take care of yourself; you need to get through all of this."
I nodded and closed my eyes again; however, Fu Xieli's figure lingered in my mind. A vague sense of unease settled in my heart; I knew that the crisis was not only spreading within the company but also brewing between me and Fu Xieli.
28
As night fell, Fu Xieli remained in his office. He finally opened the document that Li Mingzhe had delivered and carefully reviewed every detail. Each line of text and each name could be a clue to unraveling the mystery.
"President Fu," Li Mingzhe entered the office once again, his tone tinged with tension. "It seems some matters are related to Miss Lu Wanting."
Fu Xieli suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Go on," he said, lowering his voice slightly, revealing a complex emotion.
Li Mingzhe continued, "We have discovered some information flows related to Miss Lu's business. She seems to have been in contact with several competitors recently, which may be connected to recent events."
Fu Xieli fell silent, a wave of indescribable complexity washing over him. The shadow of their childhood friendship resurfaced in his mind; he knew they had grown apart, yet the bond in their hearts had not completely faded.
He closed the file, concealing all his complicated emotions. He realized it was time to face everything—not just the struggles in business but also his own heart. "Li Mingzhe, this matter must be kept confidential. I will investigate personally." A note of determination crept into his voice.
Li Mingzhe nodded in understanding and respectfully withdrew.
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Fu Xieli stood up from his desk and walked to the window, overlooking the bustling night scene outside, while his heart remained silent. He took a deep breath, replaying the image of his wife's frail figure and her helplessness about the future in his mind. That fragility and helplessness pierced him deeply. He struggled to suppress the emotions surging within him; he knew he had to make a choice.
He turned around, picked up his phone, and dialed his wife's number. He hesitated, wanting to say something, but ultimately chose silence.
He set the phone down and walked back to the window, gazing at the city in the night. He understood that he could not escape.
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"President Fu," Li Mingzhe's figure appeared at the door as he spoke softly, "I found some information about Miss Lu. Would you like to see it?"
Fu Xieli turned around; a flicker of complex emotion crossed his face before he finally nodded.
Li Mingzhe handed over the documents to Fu Xieli and stepped aside, waiting quietly.
Fu Xieli took the documents, scanning through line after line of text with a furrowed brow. His fingers unconsciously tapped on the desk, producing a crisp sound. He saw Lu Wanting's business collaboration projects, her contact records with competitors of Fu Group, and the hidden secrets behind her actions.
"Are you sure there are no issues with this information?" Fu Xieli asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
Li Mingzhe nodded, "I have verified it repeatedly. The sources are reliable and have been validated from multiple angles."
Fu Xieli fell silent, placing the documents on the table. He closed his eyes, and the face of Lu Wanting appeared in his mind. Once childhood sweethearts, once dreams shared, now she had become an obstacle in his career. He was deeply entangled in complex emotions, unable to extricate himself.
"President Fu, what do you need me to do?" Li Mingzhe asked, noticing Fu Xieli's struggle, his tone laced with concern.
"I need time to think," Fu Xieli opened his eyes, his gaze resolute. "But I need you to be prepared. If there really is a secret behind Lu Wanting, I won't hold back."
Li Mingzhe nodded, "Understood." He turned and left, leaving space for Fu Xieli.
Fu Xieli sat alone in the office, lost in thought. He realized that what he faced was not just business competition but a choice involving emotions, responsibilities, and fate.
He picked up his phone and dialed his wife's number but hesitated before pressing the call button.
"If you truly love her, don't hesitate any longer." A cold voice suddenly broke the silence of the room.
Fu Xieli looked up sharply to see Lu Wanting standing at the door, her eyes filled with anger and sadness.
"Why did you do this?" Fu Xieli's voice was low but firm.
Lu Wanting slightly raised her chin, seemingly disdainful of answering, but the bitter smile betrayed her; her gaze flickered uncertainly. "Because I had no choice. Do you think you're the only one being pressured by your family? Fu Xieli, not everyone can do as they please."
Fu Xieli's brow furrowed tighter. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke, "I need to know what your relationship is with our competitor."
Lu Wanting's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She shifted her body, maintaining her proud posture. "They provided me with the resources I needed, and I have fulfilled some of their wishes. Just like you with the family marriage, I am simply walking down a path I cannot refuse."
"But have you considered that such cooperation might destroy any remaining possibilities between us?" His voice was firm and compelling, like a question laced with the last hope.
Lu Wanting sighed softly, her arms crossed over her chest, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. "I never intended to hurt you, Xieli. It's just... we are both trapped in circumstances beyond our control."
Fu Xieli closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a newfound resolve in his gaze. He turned away, his tone no longer hesitant. "Lu Wanting, I respect your decision and hope you can understand my choice. Regardless, I cannot neglect my family and the company."
Lu Wanting was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting Fu Xieli to be so decisive. She stared at him, knowing the determination he had made. She nodded gently and turned to leave, feeling an indescribable complexity in her heart.
Fu Xieli returned to his seat and looked at the documents on the table, pursing his lips. "Li Mingzhe," he pressed the intercom beside the table, his voice serious, "schedule a meeting; I need to discuss matters with the executives."
At that moment, Yanyan was carrying takeout coffee and happened to brush past Li Mingzhe in the corridor. She noticed the heaviness on his face and couldn't help but approach him. "Secretary Li, how is President Fu doing?"
Li Mingzhe was slightly taken aback; facing the concern from the protagonist's friend, he forced a smile. "President Fu has some matters to handle; it may take some time."
Yanyan handed him the coffee. "Has he made a decision?"
Li Mingzhe took the coffee and nodded. "Soon." His expression remained heavy as he knew that Fu Xieli's decision would impact the entire Fu Group.
The protagonist's friend took a gentle sip of her coffee, her gaze resolute. "No matter what happens, I will stand by her side."
As Fu Xieli's resolute decision spread throughout the company, the atmosphere in the the Fu Family's executive conference room became particularly tense. Father Fu sat at the head of the table with a stern expression, his hawk-like eyes scanning each participant, filling the air with an invisible sense of pressure.
"Fu Xieli, what you are doing is tantamount to self-destruction," Father Fu said, his tone laced with strong dissatisfaction and barely concealed anger. His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, revealing his inner unease and impatience.
Fu Xieli stood in the center of the conference room, his back straight. Despite facing the pressure from the entire the Fu Family's upper management, his gaze remained resolute. "Father, I am doing this to protect the company. If we continue to cover up the flaws in this project, once it comes to light, the consequences will be unimaginable." His voice was deep and steady, showing no signs of retreat.
The other executives in the conference room exchanged glances a few times. Although they had private discussions about Fu Xieli's decisiveness and fearlessness, no one dared to voice any doubts. After all, Fu Xieli was known for his intelligence and courage, and even Father Fu had to acknowledge his handling of matters.
Father Fu remained silent for a moment, his gaze locked onto Fu Xieli as if trying to see through the mask to uncover his true thoughts. "Are you prepared to bear the consequences?" he slowly asked, his tone carrying a hint of authority.
Fu Xieli nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Father. I believe this is the right choice." He slightly raised his chin, displaying his usual confidence.
Just as the high-level meeting began to fall into a stalemate, Fu Xieli's phone vibrated in his pocket. A message from the hospital broke the oppressive silence in the conference room. A few simple lines made his breath catch in his throat. He turned to everyone in the room and bowed slightly, speaking urgently, "I apologize, everyone. I have an urgent matter to attend to."
In the hospital corridor, Fu Xieli nearly ran. The news of his wife's rapidly deteriorating condition echoed in his mind, tightening his heart in anguish. He had never anticipated that things would become so urgent; emotions he had once neglected now became the only thing that mattered.
In the hospital room, his wife lay quietly on the bed, her face pale but her eyes revealing a hint of determination. Fu Xieli stood by her side, gently holding her hand as if afraid of hurting her.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, complex emotions finally spilling from his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the door. When it opened, Fu Xieli's nerves instantly tensed. It was Lu Wanting; her arrival made the atmosphere in the room heavy.
"I heard she is very ill, so..." Lu Wanting's words conveyed concern but were laced with a more complicated emotion. She seemed to want to say something but only sighed softly.
Fu Xieli looked up slightly and met her gaze, his tone cold yet resolute. "Thank you for your concern, but your presence is not needed here."
Lu Wanting flinched slightly, her grip on her bag tightening involuntarily.
The air in the room seemed to shift again as I moved slightly, using all my strength to turn my head and manage a reassuring smile. Seeing my weary expression made Fu Xieli realize how much he had overlooked before.
Noticing this, Lu Wanting slowly retreated from the room, leaving only Fu Xieli and Yanyan behind. He whispered a promise to his wife, "I will find a way to get through this crisis; you need to get better."
He gently placed his wife's hand back under the blanket and turned to leave. Outside the ward, Yanyan smiled slightly and encouraged, "No matter what, we will be by her side."
Fu Xieli left the ward and wandered aimlessly down the hospital corridor, replaying his wife's pale face in his mind along with her words, "You don't have to say anything; I understand." He knew what she meant, and she understood his feelings for her.
"What should I do?" he murmured softly, quickening his pace until he finally stopped in the hospital garden. The moonlight spilled over the flowerbed, illuminating the blooming flowers as if mocking his helplessness.
Fu Xieli pushed open the ward door and saw a warm scene inside, which calmed him slightly. "I'm back," he said softly as he walked to the bedside and gently held his wife's hand. "Are you okay?"
I slowly opened my eyes and saw guilt and concern in his gaze, a smile tugging at my lips. "I'm fine, just a bit tired."
"The doctor said your condition is not good; you must rest well," Fu Xieli said with a hint of urgency in his tone.
"I know; I'll try my best," I nodded slightly, looking into Fu Xieli's eyes. I wanted to say something but hesitated.
Noticing my hesitation, Fu Xieli furrowed his brow. "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing, it's just... have you been very busy lately?" My voice grew softer as if I were holding back something.
"Yeah, there have been some matters at the company that need handling." Fu Xieli avoided looking into my eyes, seemingly evading something.
"Do you... really like her?" I finally gathered the courage to voice my doubts.
"What?" Fu Xieli was surprised and didn't understand why I suddenly asked this question.
"Do you... like her?" I confirmed again, my voice trembling slightly.
Fu Xieli fell silent; he didn't know how to answer. Should he admit his feelings for his childhood friend? Seeing his hesitant expression, I gently closed my eyes, disappointment creeping into my tone. "I understand."
I released his hand and turned away, not wanting any further contact with him.
Fu Xieli looked at my disappointed face, filled with guilt and torment. "I'm sorry, I..." He wanted to explain but didn't know what to say.
"You don't need to say anything; I know all you're thinking about is her." My voice carried a hint of bitterness; I had completely lost hope in his feelings for me.
Fu Xieli watched me as memories replayed in his mind. He realized he had been avoiding this all along and had neglected his wife's feelings.
He wanted to make amends, he wanted to change, but all of that required time, and time was constantly slipping away.
"I..." He looked at me, wanting to say something but unsure of what to say.
"I know you love her," I said softly, "but please remember, I love you too."
I gently closed my eyes, no longer looking at him.
Fu Xieli looked at me, his heart filled with guilt and self-reproach.
"I'm sorry, I..."
He wanted to apologize, but his apology felt so pale and powerless at that moment.
He took a deep breath, determined to change.
"I won't let you down again."
He took her hand, his gaze firm and his tone undeniable.
I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket up to cover my face, and a faint smile crept onto my lips beneath the blanket.
"You... better keep your word!"
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