Section 2

"Oh, is this brought by Zhi Zhi?" She twisted the lid open, and a rich aroma wafted towards her. She praised, "It smells so good. This girl’s culinary skills are truly commendable. The key is, this thoughtfulness is even more precious. She must have stayed up late again last night." She poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Fu Yunshen, saying, "Don’t eat porridge anymore, drink the chicken soup instead."

When Jiang Shuning entered the ward, she saw Fu Yunshen deeply engrossed in the documents, frowning slightly as if he had come across something.

She felt powerless and sorrowful, turned around, and left by slamming the door

Jiang Shuning's pale face softened a bit as she patted her hand, "Zhizhi, your aunt has been quite busy with company matters lately, so please take good care of things here at the hospital."

His expression changed slightly

Jiang Shuning was taken aback, her expression slightly unpleasant, but that emotion quickly faded as she smiled and said: "Son, I had Aunt Li make your favorite wheat porridge, and she also steamed some soup dumplings, all made by her own hands. Hurry and eat while it's hot." As she turned around to get the food box placed on the coffee table, she noticed the thermos on top of it.

With a push from him, Jiang Shuning's hand tilted, causing some of the soup to spill out, instantly staining the white bedsheet. She also got some on her hand; the chicken soup was still hot. She stood up abruptly and angrily exclaimed, "Fu Yunshen, how can you be so ungrateful!"

"This is what I asked for." He put down the document, rubbed his brow, his eyes felt a bit tired after looking for a long time. "Mom, could you please close the curtains? It's too bright. Also, close the window; it's very noisy."

This plant is not so delicate and is the easiest to care for

A faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and the ice and snow on his face melted away

He turned his head, his gaze shifting to the pot of mint on the bedside table, and his expression gradually softened

In fact, he is not tired; he has been in a stupor for over ten days. If he continues to sleep, he truly fears that his reactions will become sluggish. He took out a folder from the drawer of the bedside table and began to flip through it. This was something he had secretly asked his secretary to bring over, hidden in the drawer, so that it would not be discovered by the attending physician, otherwise he would be scolded harshly again

Fuyun Shen's calm eyes suddenly surged with anger, his fingers slowly clenched into a fist beneath the blanket, and he gritted his teeth, saying: "You investigated me?" He then laughed, a very cold laugh, "Heh, after all these years, your dirty tactics behind the scenes really haven't changed at all!"

Jiang Shuning brought the bowl to his lips: "She also added Chinese medicinal herbs, which are good for your health"

The doctor said that you need to get some sunlight, and also, this ward is very quiet, where is the noise? Jiang Shuning walked to the bedside, turned off the desk lamp, and took the documents off his lap. After glancing at them, she frowned and said: It seems that Secretary Chen does not want to continue working!

Zhou Zhizhi almost jogged into the ward, and this time she had already changed into her nurse's uniform

She quickly changed into clean sheets, and as she held the dirty sheets while stepping outside, she squatted beside Jiang Shuning, holding her hand and gently saying: "Aunt, Yunshen is unwell, please be a little lenient with him, don't be angry with him!"

With a loud "bang," Fu Yunshen placed the bowl down heavily, and his previously softened expression turned cold again: "Are we still allowed to eat?"

Fu Yunshen glanced at her and suddenly smiled: "I thought that with my efforts, you should be very happy and satisfied, isn't this what you have always hoped for?"

Jiang Shuning expressed her dissatisfaction, saying: "What is going on with the nurses in this hospital? The curtains are drawn during the day, and the windows are not opened."

In his eyes, that is limitation, that is surveillance, that is interference

Jiang Shuning took a deep breath, went to the restroom to wash her hands, and then pressed the call button

He frowned and glanced at Secretary Chen, saying, "No need, it won't die."

I would like to have porridge

He instinctively raised his hand to block and said loudly, "I said I want to drink porridge!"

After waking from a long slumber, he instructed his secretary to bring this pot of mint from home. Secretary Chen noticed that the leaves had turned yellow and said, "Mr. Fu, you like mint, don't you? This pot seems to be dying. Let me go to the flower shop to buy you a better one."

Fu Yunshen's expression also softened a bit as he lowered his head and silently drank the porridge

She pointed at him, "Why has your health deteriorated so much? You know best in your heart!" Thinking of that incident from years ago, her chest heaved, and she clenched her fingers, seemingly trying hard to suppress her anger, "A few years ago, you went to Heidelberg every year. Fine, I told myself, your aunt is not well, you are going to visit her! But three years ago, you went to that godforsaken place in Africa and made a complete mess of yourself. A few years ago, you went to Heidelberg every year. Fine, I told myself, your aunt is not well, you are going to visit her! But three years ago, you went to that godforsaken place in Africa and made a complete mess of yourself. In the past two years, you have been flying to America at every opportunity. My good son, I do not recall that our Ling Tian Group has any business over there! You think you are hiding it well, but I just do not say anything, which does not mean I do not know."

Since that year, a deadlock has formed between them, which she cannot unravel no matter how hard she tries

Jiang Shuning was stung, her expression growing colder: "Whether you are willing or not, after you are discharged from the hospital, I will arrange for the Zhou family to meet and discuss your marriage. This matter has also been agreed upon by your grandfather"

Fu Yunshen looked up, squinting his eyes against the sudden bright light that pierced through, his brows furrowing even deeper.

Jiang Shuning said softly: "Zhi Zhi is such a wonderful girl, obedient, understanding, and gentle. You have grown up together since childhood, knowing each other well. The key is that she treats you exceptionally well, and even the old master of the Zhou family has softened his stance. I think..."

She did not know when it began that the relationship between her and her son had reached a freezing point. Every time she wanted to have a proper conversation, it always ended in discord.

Fu Yunshen did not respond, saying: "Give me the porridge"

His demeanor and tone reignited Jiang Shuning's quelled anger, "You are doing it again! You always do this! What is wrong with Zhizhi?"

Fu Yunshen sarcastically remarked: "If Zhou Zhizhi were just an ordinary nurse in this hospital, would her cleverness, understanding, and gentleness still catch your eye?"

Chicken soup is more nutritious

He took a small watering can from under the bed, which still contained more than half a can of water. The water flowed gently over the mint leaves, sparkling like dewdrops, and then slowly seeped into the soil

Jiang Shuning exclaimed angrily: "Fu Yunshen! You are already thirty-two years old! At this age, others have children who are already in kindergarten. Not to mention Zhou Zhizhi, you haven't even looked at any other woman over the years. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking; after all these years, who are you waiting for? I advise you to give up on this thought as soon as possible"

She glanced at Jiang Shuning, who was sitting on the sofa with a serious expression, then looked at the open thermos and the soiled sheets, and understood in her heart, a trace of bitterness surged within her

"Hmm, I will. Don't worry." She nodded and went out

Fu Yunshen sat quietly for a long time

Jiang Shuning got up and brought the wheat porridge and soup dumplings to the bedside, and also poured out a small dish of vinegar. She remembered that Fu Yunshen liked to dip his soup dumplings in vinegar.

Fu Yunshen lowered his head to look at the soiled bedsheet, the yellow broth slowly spreading across it, his lips pressed together, his expression indifferent

His action of watering was meticulous and gentle, as if he were caring for a small infant. He looked at the leaves that had been slightly yellowed yesterday, which, due to the ample water provided, had finally regained their lush green color

This small pot of mint has been nurtured for many years, having been brought from Heidelberg to China. It has always been placed on the bedside table in the bedroom. Sometimes, when he is on business trips for an extended period, the leaves tend to turn slightly yellow upon his return. However, as soon as he waters it a little, it immediately becomes vibrant and full of life again

She walked to the window, and with a swift motion, the thick curtains were drawn open. The bright autumn morning sunlight streamed in, and she opened the window completely, allowing a gentle breeze to fill the room, making the air in the hospital ward feel noticeably more refreshing.

She wants to say, I am worried about you. He has physical limitations, and every time he goes on a business trip, even if it is to a nearby city, she wants to accompany him. She fears that he will be too tired from socializing, that he will forget to dress warmly, and that he will forget to eat.

Moreover, in his heart, there is nothing better than this pot

Fu Yunshen scoffed, "Just give up!"

Jiang Shuning's anger, upon seeing his cold and even somewhat disdainful expression, suddenly transformed into profound sorrow