Chapter 2: No one can bully Daddy and brother

Chapter 2: No One Can Harm Daddy or Big Brother

The ward was enveloped in silence.

Fu Jingyi barely dared to breathe.

The television screen silently displayed the latest developments concerning the Fu Group.

Instead of fixating on the screen, Fu Jingyi’s gaze was fixed on his father, lying on the hospital bed, whose eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably.

“Father?!”

Afraid of disturbing him, Fu Jingyi whispered his name, his voice barely audible.

Fu Cheng, on the bed, seemed trapped in a nightmare—his eyelashes trembled, and his fingers twitched as if grasping at something unseen.

Yet, no matter how desperately he tried to awaken, his eyes remained stubbornly shut.

Realizing this, Fu Jingyi frantically pressed the nurse call button.

Only after medical staff surrounded his father did he finally step out of the ward, still cradling the little dumpling in his arms.

But the little dumpling seemed rather downcast.

Fu Jingyi looked down and saw the pout on her chubby little face, her expression clearly one of dejection. A faint smile touched the corner of his lips.

“You’re Daddy’s little lucky star, here to save him, aren’t you?”

The little dumpling remained silent, her small face growing even more crestfallen.

Seeing her lip tremble as if she were about to cry, Fu Jingyi panicked, fumbling through his pockets but failing to find a single piece of candy.

“Big Brother said the wrong thing, didn’t he? Your name is Zhizhi, right? How about Big Brother takes Zhizhi to buy some candy?”

The eldest son of the Fu family, usually so composed and polite in public, displayed a flustered expression for the very first time.

He rarely had to comfort children.

His two troublesome younger brothers at home never needed his soothing.

This little dumpling in his arms, so fragile she seemed as if she might break at a touch, left him utterly at a loss.

Just as Fu Jingyi was wondering how to console her, he noticed tears welling in her eyes as she pointed toward the ward door.

“Daddy.”

So, she didn’t want to leave her father.

Fu Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Being tall, he simply stood by the closed ward door, holding the little dumpling as they waited.

“Father seems to be showing signs of waking up. Shall we wait here by the door for a bit, okay?”

Zhizhi didn’t want to wait outside.

She wanted to go back in and continue treating Daddy.

Even if her abilities weren’t as strong as Mommy’s, Daddy was already starting to wake up!

Zhizhi leaned forward, her tiny hand gently patting the door.

“Daddy will wake up and play with Zhizhi. Big Brother, Daddy’s getting up now.”

Fu Jingyi dismissed it as innocent childish talk.

Forty-eight hours after the car accident, doctors had declared his father to be in a vegetative state, with virtually no chance of waking up.

Though the earlier signs of stirring had indeed given him a moment of surprise.

Now, thinking clearly, Fu Jingyi still adhered to the doctors’ prognosis.

The little dumpling was just a child, after all. Perhaps she had lost her own parents and mistaken his father for hers?

Soon, the ward door swung open.

Doctors streamed out of the ward.

“President Fu has an incredibly strong will to awaken. Eldest Young Master, you should go in and talk to him more.”

The Fu Group owned several hospitals, which had helped maintain confidentiality after Fu Cheng’s accident.

Hearing that his father was struggling to awaken, Fu Jingyi didn’t immediately step into the ward.

Instead, he looked down at the little dumpling in his arms.

She had just said Daddy was getting up.

Did she somehow know about his father’s will to awaken?

Was this child—truly his father’s long-lost blood relative?

With a head full of questions, Fu Jingyi re-entered the ward.

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Early the next morning, Fu Jingyi was roused by a cacophony of noise.

Having barely slept all night, even his usually gentle nature couldn’t prevent his expression from darkening.

Opening his eyes, he saw his father still deeply asleep on the hospital bed—the hopeful vision he’d clung to before sleep now shattered. His expression grew even graver.

Then his gaze shifted to the little dumpling curled up in a corner of the bed, still clutching her father’s neck even in sleep.

Fu Jingyi’s expression softened slightly, a small smile forming on his lips.

The racket outside grew unbearable.

Even the little dumpling let out a sleepy whimper.

The tiny figure wriggled impatiently, burrowing deeper into her father’s arms as if protesting the external noise.

The smile vanished as her fussy murmurs reached his ears.

With an irritated scowl, Fu Jingyi swung open the ward door—only to find it swarming with reporters.

The moment the door opened, the journalists, who had been arguing with hospital security, immediately turned their attention to him.

“Is Eldest Young Master Fu back? Please tell us, Eldest Young Master, is it true, as rumors suggest, that President Fu has become a vegetable? Will you be taking over the Fu Group next?”

“Yesterday, the prosecutor’s office visited the Fu Group and took away several directors. Are you aware of this, Eldest Young Master Fu?”

“Has Young Master Fu returned to clean up the mess left by the Fu Corporation?”

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Blinding camera flashes erupted in relentless bursts.

Confronted by the media’s aggressive questioning, Fu Jingyi remained silent.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the security personnel being pushed to the outskirts of the crowd.

They were too far away.

The guards didn’t dare intervene, fearing it might escalate into a medical dispute.

Fu Jingyi’s already displeased expression now turned chillingly stern.

Then, a faint tug at his pants caught his attention.

Moments later, both Fu Jingyi and the reporters heard a tiny but furious voice explode beside them.

“Don’t bully my brother!”

Everyone froze, their expressions stiffening as they all looked down toward the source of the voice.

There stood a small figure, barely knee-high, shielding Fu Jingyi.

The reporters pounced with excitement.

“Young Master Fu, is this President Fu’s illegitimate daughter?”

“Rumors say President Fu had an affair with the triple-threat actress—is this their child?”

“As everyone knows, Young Master Fu is President Fu’s adopted son. Will the Fu family fortune eventually belong to this little princess?”

The clamor gave Fu Jingyi a headache.

A palpable low pressure radiated from him.

He scooped the little dumpling into his arms, cupping her face in his hand, his expression dark as he stated coldly, “This is a private family matter.”

“If you have questions, please contact my lawyers. They will be happy to discuss it with you in detail.”

“Additionally, before leaving, please provide your names and company contact details. Later, I will personally speak with your direct superiors.”

Having been raised and groomed by Fu Cheng as his heir, Fu Jingyi was no stranger to pressure.

Confronted by so many reporters’ relentless interrogation, Fu Jingyi betrayed no fear.

Instead, he displayed a composure and self-possession few could rival.

Carrying the little dumpling back into the ward, Fu Jingyi sank onto the sofa, weariness etched on his face.

Zhizhi didn’t fully grasp what had happened.

But she could sense her brother’s current mood.

Cuddled against him, she stretched out a tiny index finger, gently tapping his furrowed brow.

“Don’t be sad, Big Brother. Daddy will wake up.”

Fu Jingyi simply assumed the little dumpling was trying to comfort him.

Managing a weak smile, he patted her back lightly. “Yes, Father will wake up.”

Meanwhile, the reporters, now corralled into the elevator by security, were trapped when—just as the doors closed—the supposedly reliable elevator abruptly failed.

“Nobody gets to bully Daddy, and nobody gets to bully Big Brother!”

Under the morning light, a soft glow emanated from the little dumpling.