fiery fall

Chapter 20 Shen Ennan visits Fu Qianbei
The man was tall and tall, with sharp and three-dimensional features. He was talking to Jiang Yan, but his sharp eyes were fixed on Shen Ennan.

Shen Ennan saw disgust and hostility in his eyes.

She frowned slightly, not blaming this man in her memory.

Jiang Yan looked at Shen Ennan and replied respectfully: "Yes, Mr. Zhou, this is Miss Shen, who belongs to Mr. Fu..."

"You just asked Fu Qianbei how the situation is now?"

The man interrupted Jiang Yan's remarks with a cold voice.

The disgust in his eyes became more obvious. It turned out that the woman who was greedy for vanity and betrayed Fu Qianbei looked like this.

"How is he?"

The man sneered, "What good can Fu Qianbei do if I meet you?"

"Your family caused him so much misery back then, and now that he has finally gotten better, you are here to hurt him again, right? Shen Ennan, can you just not see Fu Qianbei like this?"

Shen Ennan faced his sneer, her thin body still standing upright in front of him.

This man knew Fu Qianbei's past very well. He should be Zhou Sihao, Fu Qianbei's close friend in life and death, whom Jiang Yan had mentioned before.

Zhou Ningsang is his biological sister.

"Mr. Zhou, the truth of some things is not as rumored. No matter what your relationship with Fu Qianbei is, you are not qualified to slander me."

Zhou Sihao sneered: "Do I need to slander you? Isn't it because Fu Qianbei is lying on the hospital bed now because he ate the midnight snack you sent?"

"Did he eat the late-night snack I gave him?" Shen Ennan was confused.

Zhou Sihao looked at her innocent and surprised face, and his tone became more sarcastic: "Why are you pretending to be innocent? Shen Ennan, I advise you to position yourself well."

The man emphasized the word "position" in order to warn Shen Ennan and stop her from wishful thinking, thinking that if she married Fu Qianbei, she would really think that she was Mrs. Fu.

"You must know that over the years, things have changed and people have changed. You are no longer the aloof Miss Shen, and he is not the orphan from a poor family who depends on others!"

Zhou Sihao glared at her with disgust and strode away from her.

"Miss Shen..." Jiang Yan hesitated in a low voice.

Vice President Zhou has always been tolerant towards others, so why would he speak harshly to Miss Shen?
But judging from the information just now, Miss Shen and Mr. Fu actually knew each other seven years ago. It seems that Miss Shen has something to do to Mr. Fu.

But seven years later, even though Mr. Fu resented Miss Shen, he still got married to Miss Shen on his 30th birthday.

For men, a 30th birthday is not an ordinary day.

It can be seen from this that Mr. Fu loves Miss Shen more than he hates her.

Jiang Yan is Fu Qianbei's secretary, and he should act according to Fu Qianbei's wishes.

He looked at Shen Ennan, whose face was slightly pale, and comforted softly: "Don't take Mr. Zhou's words to heart. Mr. Fu's hospitalization this time is due to gastrointestinal discomfort. It is not necessarily due to eating your midnight snack. It is also partly due to Mr. Fu's fatigue from work. Reason for the intensity.”

"Let's do this. I'll take you to Mr. Fu's ward first."

Jiang Yan made an invitation gesture and led Shen Ennan forward.

Soon, Shen Ennan stood at the door of a closed room.

"Dong dong!" Jiang Yan knocked on the door.

Shen Ennan stared at the ward door, worried.

Although stomach trouble is not a serious illness, the pain can be really fatal.

"coming!"

Soon, the door was opened.

A fair and beautiful face appeared in front of Shen Ennan. The girl's eyes were bright and she was smiling.

"Jiang Yan, who is this?" Zhou Ningsang looked at the strange woman with slight confusion.

Could it be that this is the woman that brother Qianbei loves, the woman who made him willingly receive the certificate?

"Ms. Zhou, this is Miss Shen Ennan, she is my family..."

"I am Jiang Yan's friend."

Jiang Yan was stunned. Shen Ennan interrupted him before he could say the words "Mr. Fu's wife".

Zhou Ningsang smiled and stepped out of the way, inviting the two of them into the room: "You are also here to see brother Qianbei, right? Don't worry, after the doctor gave him an infusion, he will be fine."

"This workaholic has already started working."

Zhou Ningsang complained with a hint of helplessness and turned back to the nursing chair beside the hospital bed.Shen Ennan stopped at the entrance. The environment of this huge ward was better than that of an average five-star hotel. The sun was shining brightly, and there was a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.

Fu Qianbei, wearing a white shirt, was half leaning on the big bed. He had fair skin and was elegant and gentle.The metal frame on the straight bridge of his nose reflects the bright sunlight on the ceiling and the snow-white quilt. He is as cold and clean as an immortal.

Shen Ennan's breath tightened. His appearance didn't look like he was sick at all, but more like he was on a vacation in a five-star hotel.

There is an open notebook on the quilt, and his beloved wife is by his side, working and loving each other well.

She looked down at her toes gloomily. She was the only one who was superfluous here.

At this time, Fu Qianbei's cold black eyes were looking at the "extra" Shen Ennan.

Zhang Lan forced her to make yesterday's midnight snack, so what if she came to visit him today?
Also unwillingly?

So what to do.

After just one glance, Fu Qianbei withdrew his gaze and looked at the computer screen indifferently again.

Zhou Ningsang picked up the millet porridge on the bedside table and said in a sweet and soft voice: "Brother Qianbei, be obedient and feed you porridge."

Fu Qianbei frowned slightly, but glanced at Shen Ennan from the corner of his eye. The latter's cheeks were pale and his eyes were lost.

He looked straight at Zhou Ningsang and said, "I'll do it myself."

Zhou Ningsang smiled sweetly and handed the bowl to him: "That's right. Although work is important, your body is more important. If your body collapses, I will definitely cry sadly for three days and three nights."

Fu Qianbei scooped up the millet porridge with a spoon and slowly ate it into his mouth. He said in a clear voice, "That's an exaggeration."

Zhou Ningsang shook his head: "It's not an exaggeration at all, you are so important in my heart. You see, as your wife, shouldn't I care about you and feel sorry for you?"

Although Fu Qianbei had been talking to Zhou Ningsang, he had been observing Shen Ennan from the corner of his eye.

The latter's face looked like he was about to suffocate, which puzzled him.

How does she feel about herself?

Shen Ennan pursed her lips in embarrassment and stared stiffly at the intimate interaction between the two.

She shouldn't be here.

Under the dappled sunlight, Fu Qianbei was sitting on the hospital bed, and Zhou Ningsang was sitting next to him, feeding him porridge. The two of them had a gentle conversation, showing a loving couple.

"I go first."

Finally unable to hold on any longer, she ran away.

When she walked out of the room, her eyes were already red. If she took one step later, she would lose her composure in front of everyone.

Shen Ennan lowered his head and walked very fast, but no matter how fast he walked, he could not catch up with the sourness in his heart.

It felt like most of my heart had been dug out, leaving it empty.

In the ward, Shen Ennan suddenly left, leaving the three of them stunned.

Fu Qianbei was the first to react and told Jiang Yan, "Go and have a look."

"Yes!" Jiang Yan quickly chased after him.

Zhou Ningsang looked confused. When he saw Fu Qianbei put the porridge bowl that he had only eaten two mouthfuls on on the bedside table, the gentleness he felt just now disappeared completely.

"what happened to you?"

"what."

"My attitude suddenly cooled down. Brother Qianbei, do you have some kind of switch? As soon as you turn it on, you become gentle and easy to talk to. Once you turn it off, it's as cold as a big ice cube."

Fu Qianbei's long fingers on the keyboard paused slightly, and then continued to enter instructions in the email.

Zhou Ningsang looked at his indifferent profile and his eyes dimmed: "Brother Qianbei, what kind of woman do you think you have fallen in love with? As your wife, I don't even care about you when you are sick, and I don't even come to visit you."

"Maybe she doesn't love you at all."

With a "pop" sound, Fu Qianbei hit delete on the keyboard.

Zhou Ningsang's heart also trembled.

Seeing the displeasure in his eyes, I felt flustered.

"Do you love her so much? Who is she?"

(End of this chapter)