The couple was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
Old Madam Fu breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to look at them anymore and directly kicked them out. Then she said to Fu Jingshu, "Jingshu, she is your fiancée from now on. You must treat her well."
Fu Jingshu held his grandmother's hand and made a promise, "I will."
He didn't have any fancy words, but such simple words made the old lady feel settled. She then looked at Shen Qingqing with some reluctance.
"I wanted to keep you here to stay, but this old body is not cooperating. If you stay, you'll have to worry about me too. So I'll let Jingshu take you back. Next time, you can come and stay for a few more days and keep me company."
Shen Qingqing nodded and said gently, "Grandma, please rest well. I'll visit you when I have time."
"Okay, Jingshu, take her home. Be careful on the road."
Fu Jingshu nodded, "Okay."
As they got into the car, Fu Jingshu suddenly leaned closer. Shen Qingqing was startled and instinctively recoiled. She looked at his handsome face getting closer and closer, but inexplicably didn't dodge anymore.
He stopped two millimeters away from her and reached for the seatbelt.
With a "click," the seatbelt was fastened. He slowly sat back in the driver's seat, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You must remember to wear your seatbelt when you're in the car. It's for your safety."
Shen Qingqing pouted, "Then you just need to remind me."
There was no need for him to personally come and buckle it for her.
Fu Jingshu rested one hand on the steering wheel and said in a low voice, "You're already my fiancée. Is there anything wrong with me fastening your seatbelt?"
Shen Qingqing suddenly turned to look at him. "Mr. Fu, your expression is very much like a eunuch who obtained an imperial pardon from death in ancient times."
In simpler terms, he was using the engagement as a pretext!
Eunuch?
Fu Jingshu's face instantly darkened. He slammed on the brakes and slowly turned to look at Shen Qingqing, who was fuming. He said each word meaningfully, "You'll have opportunities to find out if I'm a eunuch."
After speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly moved forward.
Shen Qingqing coughed softly, feeling as if she was being watched by something dangerous, waiting for the opportune moment to devour her.
But she was not to be outdone and provocatively said, "I can break off the engagement at any time."
Fu Jingshu narrowed his eyes.
She added, "Grandma said so."
Now it was her turn to wield a stick like a command baton, no, she was holding a real command baton. Even Fu Jingshu had to listen to Grandma's words.
"Very well, you win."
A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. Fu Jingshu didn't argue with her, as he would have plenty of opportunities in the future.
Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows triumphantly and turned to look at the scenery outside, her mood pleasant. She didn't notice the man beside her casting a lingering, meaningful gaze.
The car quickly stopped. Fu Jingshu said, "I'll escort you up."
Shen Qingqing didn't refuse. However, the moment she opened the door, she closed it again. Fu Jingshu behind her asked, "What's wrong?"
She paused, turned around, and smiled, "I just remembered that the room is a bit messy, so I won't invite you in."
Fu Jingshu found her behavior strange but didn't insist. "Okay, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Once the man was gone, Shen Qingqing's smile instantly vanished. She turned and opened the door to go inside.
A pair of men's shoes appeared by the door.
She glanced at them lightly and walked upstairs. She went to the second room on the left, knocked on the door, and a deep male voice came from inside.
"Come in."
She pushed the door open and saw a man sitting on the bed. "Master."
This was her mentor, King.
When she first arrived in a foreign country with her child, life was difficult. If she hadn't met this teacher, who guided her a lot, she wouldn't have lasted until she returned home.
He was both her teacher and her benefactor.
King looked up at her. He was a very handsome man with perfectly sculpted facial features and a deep, somewhat roguish aura.
"Hi, darling."
A smile appeared on Shen Qingqing's face. "Master, why didn't you notify me when you returned? I could have picked you up."
"Why be so polite with me?" King smiled and waved his hand, motioning for her to sit beside him. "Have you found any leads regarding your mother's affairs?"
"A little, but not much progress."
"What, is our Qingqing out of tricks?" King teased.
"Master!" Shen Qingqing said with a stern face, "Aren't you back to help me? Why are you still making fun of me?"
King raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm here to help you. I have another channel that might help you investigate."
"What channel?"
"The black market."
Shen Qingqing pondered, "Are you sure the black market can find information about my mother?"
King propped himself up on the bed, leaning back slightly, his voice sounding more languid. "Why do you think the black market has existed for so long?"
"Of course, it's because it has many reliable sources of information. Tonight, get yourself ready and come with me. I guarantee that by the time we return, you'll get the information you want."
He had a pair of very captivating eyes. Although he was a man, his low whispers were filled with temptation.
Unfortunately, Shen Qingqing was already immune to him. "I understand."
"No sense of romance," King shook his head, looking at his beautiful disciple with great regret. "You can leave now. I'm tired and need to sleep."
Saying that, he lay down carelessly, closed his eyes, and reached to unbutton his shirt.
Shen Qingqing got out of bed, expressionlessly pulled the quilt over him, and then turned to leave.
...
When Fu Jingshu returned home, the traces of the banquet had been cleared up. He first went to see his grandmother. She was already asleep. The butler by her side said, "Don't worry, young master. The doctor said the old madam is fine and just needs to rest well and avoid getting overly emotional."
"Where is Fu Tingyi?"
"The master has also retired to his room."
Fu Jingshu grunted and turned to leave the room. He then asked, "Where's Chenchen?"
The butler hesitated. "The young master said he wasn't feeling well and went back to his room. He hasn't come out since. I was just thinking if I should check on him."
Not feeling well?
Fu Jingshu's expression changed slightly as he thought of something. He strode towards the child's room. The door was tightly shut. He knocked, but there was no response from inside.
The butler realized something was wrong and hurried to find a spare key. But just as he turned, he heard a loud bang.
He turned around in shock. The young master had already kicked the door open.
Inside the room, Shen Jinxi was lying on the bed, small and frail, his face so pale it was almost transparent. Fu Jingshu was all too familiar with this situation. He strode in. "Call the doctor!"
The butler hurried off, but returned with the doctor and Lin Mo.
The doctor took one look and said, "It's a recurrence of anemia."