Chapter 160 Go Dream Your Youthful Dream

**Chapter 160: Go Chase Your Wild Dreams**

Early the next morning, Su He woke up feeling aching all over.

Don’t jump to conclusions—she and Dr. Fu hadn’t done *anything* the night before.

Well… at most, they’d just kissed a little, and then Dr. Fu kept holding her all night while they slept.

Su He thought he was crazy strong. In her sleep, she’d even dreamed of being suffocated by a giant python coiling around her.

Unable to resist, she poked the sleeping man’s cheek—there he was, sleeping so soundly now, yet squeezing her so tight earlier.

Fu Tinghua was a light sleeper. The moment Su He poked his face, he woke up immediately.

Bleary-eyed, he reached for the watch beside his pillow, glanced at it, and said, “It’s still early. Let’s sleep in a little.”

With that, he pulled Su He back into his arms.

“Fu Tinghua!” Su He said through gritted teeth.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Tinghua had no clue why she was mad this early in the morning.

“From now on, you’re not allowed to hold me while sleeping!”

“Why?”

“I couldn’t freaking breathe!”

Fu Tinghua: …

After a pause, Fu Tinghua spoke again. “Su He.”

“What?” Su He snapped.

“I think you might have poor cardiopulmonary function. You say you can’t breathe whether I kiss you or hold you,” he diagnosed in his best doctor voice.

Su He: …

Great. Now she was even angrier.

“I’m sorry. I won’t hold you so tightly from now on, okay?” Seeing his wife’s darkening expression, Fu Tinghua quickly tried to make amends.

“Anyway, I’m not making breakfast today, period.” Su He said coldly.

“I’ll do it!” Fu Tinghua replied immediately.

“Nah, don’t bother. You still have to go to work later. Just go buy breakfast,” Su He ordered.

“Alright, I’ll get up and go now.” With that, Fu Tinghua immediately got up, changed clothes, and headed out to grab breakfast.

It was summer, so the sun rose early, and the master bedroom they lived in had great light.

As Fu Tinghua took off his shirt, Su He automatically looked over and immediately caught sight of his ripped torso.

How does a doctor even have muscular arms, rock-hard pecs, and abs?

Though Fu Tinghua acted all cool while changing in front of Su He, his ears were already burning red.

Before leaving, not wanting to leave without one last moment, he quickly returned to the bedside, leaned down, and planted a quick kiss on Su He’s forehead.

Su He:...

Watching the man's hurried retreat, Su He couldn't help but sigh: Who would have thought Dr. Fu, who seemed so aloof on the outside, would be so clingy once they were together?

After placing breakfast on the kitchen table, Fu Tinghua happened to run into Fu Yanju, who was getting up to prepare breakfast.

"Tinghua, don’t buy breakfast from outside anymore. I heard it’s quite expensive."

Looking at the steaming buns, mantou, soy milk, and fried dough sticks on the table, Fu Yanju winced at the expense.

City living really is expensive.

"Sis, it’s fine. Don’t worry about these things."

Fu Tinghua said this and then pulled out thirty bucks from his pocket, handing it to Fu Yanju.

"I can't take this! Before coming here, Mom already gave me twenty yuan," Fu Yanju immediately refused.

"Take it. Buy some clothes and essentials for Wan’er and yourself first. I have to go to work now. Your physical can only be scheduled for tomorrow. Family check-ups need to go through internal channels and require advance appointments."

With that, Fu Tinghua left, leaving Fu Yanju standing frozen in place.

It seemed everyone treated her better than her supposed husband ever had.

She wondered how that man was doing now.

For the first time, Fu Yanju was seized by burning hatred toward her husband, Chen Zhijie.

Meanwhile, back at the Fu household, although Fu Tinghua had always warned that the Chens would come crawling back, they hadn’t expected them so soon.

"In-laws," Chen Qiang called out early in the morning, waylaying the Fu men just as they were about to leave.

As he spoke, he tried to look past them into the house.

This time, they hadn’t brought a large entourage like last time—just the Chen elders and their two sons and daughters-in-law.

Unlike their previous aggressive stance, the Chen family members were all smiles with the Fus.

Clearly, they wanted something.

"What do you want?" Fu Dajun had no desire to engage, but they had blocked his path.

"Is Yanju home? And your youngest daughter-in-law? Look, we’re here this time to discuss compensation, not to cause trouble."

Chen Qiang knew how to get people's attention. As soon as he mentioned compensation, the Fu family stopped dead in their tracks.

"Compensation?" Fu Dajun asked.

"Yes, exactly. We’re willing to compensate your youngest daughter-in-law, as long as she agrees to provide a letter of forgiveness." Chen Qiang put on a strained smile.

Fu Dajun was secretly delighted to see Chen Qiang so humbled.

When had the Chens ever been this humble? Last time they came asking for a letter of forgiveness, they’d brought a small army to their house, like they were trying to wreck the place.

They must have run into trouble at the police station and couldn’t get Chen Zhijie and his gang out.

Though Fu Dajun didn’t know exactly how his youngest son had managed it, the Fu family had finally held their own for once.

"And what about my daughter, Yanju? How will your family compensate her?" At that moment, Wu Yanhua, who had been listening in, emerged dramatically from the house.

Chen Qiang's smile stiffened for a moment, almost slipping entirely.

Before he could think of how to respond, Liu Ting beside him couldn't hold back any longer and immediately stepped forward, saying, "Yanju is our Chen family’s daughter-in-law. There’s no question of compensation. As if she’d let her husband rot in jail!"

Hearing this, Fu Dajun, who had genuinely been considering sitting down to discuss the matter of compensation and later consulting Su He in the city, immediately dropped the idea.

Only now did he finally understand why his younger son had told them that if the Chen family came knocking, they should just send them away.

You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

What a disgrace.

"You still expect our Yanju to slave away for your family like some kind of servant? Stop dreaming! Once they get divorced, your Chen family can get lost!"

Wu Yanhua’s words were harsh, and the faces of the Chen family members darkened noticeably.

But remembering their purpose for coming, everyone held their tempers in check—except for Liu Ting, who simply couldn’t contain herself.

In her eyes, Fu Yanju had always been beneath the Chen family, someone to be ordered around like a servant. Now that she had grown bold enough to want a divorce, the Fu family was treating them like dirt.

"Over my dead body! Divorce? Yanju will belong to our family in life and in death. If Zhijie won’t agree to a divorce, your family won’t have a say in it!"