You tricked me into raising your son? You'll divorce me and become my aunt.

Two crisp slaps rang out in succession.

Ruan Ning used all his strength.

Bai Xinyao's head was turned to one side after being hit.

"Ruan Ning, what are you doing!" Fu Tingchen arrived at some point.

He strode through the corridor, his tall figure appearing at the entrance.

They happened to witness Ruan Ning slapping someone.

Bai Xinyao's face was red and swollen from the beating.

Upon seeing this scene, Fu Tingchen's expression turned cold.

Bai Xinyao stood frozen in place.

After a brief moment of surprise, her eyes quickly filled with tears.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, tears streaming down her reddened eyes, making her look like a pear blossom in the rain.

"Tingchen..." Bai Xinyao began, her voice breaking with a sob, delicate and pitiful.

Fu Tingchen's gaze immediately fell on her flushed face, and his heart clenched instantly.

He strode up to the two of them, his gaze sweeping over Ruan Ning with an icy chill.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" The man's brows furrowed with suppressed anger.

Ruan Ning's bones were still aching all over.

The broken skin was throbbing with a persistent stinging pain, and my back and knees were also aching badly.

She quietly looked up at the furious man, her eyes calm.

Bai Xinyao only changed her attitude and started pretending to be kind when she saw Fu Tingchen arrive.

Bai Xinyao timidly raised her eyes, looking at Fu Tingchen through teary eyes, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Tingchen, I just wanted to have a proper talk with Xiaoning. I didn't say anything offensive, so I don't know why she suddenly got so agitated..."

She never mentioned that she had used Fu Tingchen's phone to trick Ruan Ning into going on a date, forced her to divorce him, and even pushed Ruan Ning down the stairs.

The anger in Fu Tingchen's eyes grew even stronger.

He felt heartbroken looking at Bai Xinyao's reddened eyes and swollen face.

When facing Ruan Ning, Fu Tingchen was filled with anger, his tone harsh: "Ruan Ning, look at yourself now, you shrew! Where have your manners and upbringing gone?"

Ruan Ning stood there, watching him unconditionally and indiscriminately favor Bai Xinyao, a bitter feeling welling up in her chest.

He couldn't see the scratches all over her body; his eyes were only on Bai Xinyao.

"She deserved those two slaps, I haven't had enough yet," Ruan Ning said, taking a step forward.

Fu Tingchen thought she was going to hurt Bai Xinyao, so he subconsciously raised his hand and pushed Ruan Ning.

He didn't use much force.

But Ruan Ning was already in pain all over her body and could barely stand.

With this push, Ruan Ning staggered and fell to the ground.

The pain became more intense.

I feel pain in every part of my body.

Ruan Ning subconsciously let out an "Ah".

She frowned, bracing herself against the ground, her face drained of color, revealing a pale complexion.

When Fu Tingchen saw her in so much pain, his first reaction wasn't to feel nervous or worried; he just thought she was putting on an act and trying to gain his sympathy.

The coldness in his eyes hadn't faded, and his first words were clearly impatient and sarcastic.

"I didn't even use any force, how did you fall?"

The man's voice was as cold as ice: "Ruan Ning, stop playing the victim here."

The light fell on Ruan Ning's slender figure, her back was slightly straightened, and her shoulders trembled slightly from the pain.

Fu Tingchen looked down at the woman on the ground.

Her face was pale, and she looked as if she was in real pain.

A hint of doubt arose in Fu Tingchen's heart.

Did he really lose control of his strength and hurt her?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he instinctively wanted to step forward and help Ruan Ning.

Bai Xinyao, who was behind him, grabbed his sleeve at that moment.

Her crying was heartbreaking; she seemed completely broken.

"Tingchen, take me away..."

She kept her head down, her voice choked and fragmented: "I don't want to stay here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned against Fu Tingchen, her voice sounding even weaker.

"Tingchen, I twisted my ankle when I went downstairs just now. I can't stand up now, and it hurts a lot when I walk."

Bai Xinyao's weak and helpless appearance drew all of Fu Tingchen's attention back to her.

The slight tenderness the man had shown towards Ruan Ning vanished in an instant.

Fu Tingchen withdrew his gaze from Ruan Ning and turned to look down at the woman who was leaning against him and crying.

The coldness in his eyes transformed into tender pity, and his tone softened.

"You sprained your ankle? Let me see."

Bai Xinyao: "Can we leave here first? I really feel terrible."

"it is good."

Fu Tingchen bent down and reached out, steadily lifting Bai Xinyao into his arms.

He held her in his arms like a princess, protecting her from any bumps or injuries, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

He took a few steps carrying Bai Xinyao, then paused slightly and subconsciously turned back to look at Ruan Ning, who was still lying on the ground.

Ruan Ning's face was pale, and her slender figure remained motionless, looking forlorn and pitiful.

At that moment, a vague and inexplicable sense of unease swept through Fu Tingchen's heart.

He hesitated once again.

Bai Xinyao, nestled in his arms, let out a muffled groan: "It hurts so much..."

Fu Tingchen suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, stopped lingering, and strode out with Bai Xinyao in his arms.

The footsteps gradually faded away at the end of the corridor.

Fu Tingchen once again abandoned Ruan Ning for Bai Xinyao.

The stairwell in the corner of the second floor.

Two figures stood silently, taking in the entire farce that had just unfolded.

Jin Xiuhan's dark eyes remained expressionless.

He remained aloof throughout, showing no intention of intervening.

He Yuchuan, who was standing next to him, was just about to go up and help.

But considering that this was ultimately a family matter, he didn't want to interfere, so he didn't step forward.

He Yuchuan and Fu Tingchen both belong to the upper-class circle of Haicheng and have some interaction with each other.

He had seen Ruan Ning several times at banquets.

My impression of Ruan Ning is that she is quiet, dignified, gentle and self-possessed, always elegant and proper, never argues with others, and never loses her composure in public.

He had never seen him in such a disheveled state before.

Looking at Ruan Ning, who remained motionless on the ground for a long time, He Yuchuan felt a pang of pity. "She's so pitiful."

As a fellow scion of a wealthy family, he knew best the ups and downs of this kind of marriage.

To outsiders, Mrs. Fu appears to be living a glamorous life, but in reality, she suffers endless neglect and grievances in her marriage.

Fu Tingchen's figure disappeared completely, and He Yuchuan stopped watching and walked downstairs.

He walked up to Ruan Ning, bent down slightly, and asked in a gentle tone, "Miss Ruan, are you alright? Do you need any help?"

Even outsiders would feel sorry for him, but his partner of three years showed only indifference.

Ruan Ning sat on the cold ground, her whole body aching and weak. Hearing the man's gentle voice, she slowly raised her eyes.

Having guessed that the man was Jin Xiuhan's friend, Ruan Ning shook her head.

He Yuchuan said sincerely and gently, "Miss Ruan, I'd better take you to the hospital for a check-up. You look badly injured."

He looked at her dusty clothes and the bloody abrasions on her arms, and the worry in his eyes was genuine.

Among the scions of prominent families in Haicheng, He Yuchuan has always been known for his gentle and refined manners.

Ruan Ning shook her head again, her voice soft and her breath slightly unsteady, "No need, thank you."

He Yuchuan advised, "You fell quite hard, don't try to tough it out. Your health is the most important thing. It's a remote place and hard to get a taxi here. It'll be much faster if I take you."

"Really, there's no need to bother, I can handle it myself."

He Yuchuan looked at her stubborn appearance and was about to say a few more words when he heard footsteps beside him.

Jin Xiuhan walked over.

He was tall and upright, with deep and sharp eyes, and a cold aura about him.

His gaze fell indifferently on Ruan Ning on the ground, his tone devoid of any extra emotion.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Ruan Ning looked at the man in front of her.

Jin Xiuhan is Fu Tingchen's maternal uncle.

Looking at the indifferent and aloof face before her, she couldn't help but feel hatred for everything associated with the person in question.

She hated everyone in the Fu family.

Jin Xiuhan is Jin Manrong's younger brother and Fu Tingchen's maternal uncle.

They are a family.

Even though he had witnessed the whole thing and knew the whole truth, he didn't say a single word of justice for her.

Ruan Ning struggled to her feet, supporting herself on the ground.

A layer of frost settled over her clear, beautiful eyes. "How could I trouble you?"