Chapter 25 Fu Nanyu Gets Injured

Chapter 25 Fu Nanyu Is Injured

Lu Jingtang had been in Rongcheng for nearly a week, enjoying a carefree life. Each morning, she'd accompany her grandmother to the market and savor the sweet osmanthus lotus root from the street vendor. She mused that if the female lead truly couldn't tolerate her after marrying the male lead, she would simply settle down in Rongcheng.

Consequently, the social media feed of the Fu family's adopted daughter transformed from flaunting diamonds and sports cars to showcasing freshly caught fish from the harbor, the chubby cat raised by the neighbor's grandma, and steaming *tiaotougao* drizzled with osmanthus honey. Her posts had become remarkably down-to-earth.

The socialites in the capital, upon seeing Lu Jingtang's posts, couldn't help but wonder if she had been kicked out of the Fu family. Yet, no one dared to ask her directly.

When Qi Yao saw the posts, she immediately messaged Lu Jingtang privately: "Did your big brother kick you out?"

A minute later, Lu Jingtang replied: "???"

Qi Yao: "Where are you now?"

Lu Jingtang, puzzled, responded: "In Rongcheng, visiting my grandmother. Why? What's going on?"

Qi Yao said: "Nothing much. It’s just that everyone thought you'd fallen on hard times based on your recent posts. Don't worry, girl—I may not have much, but I've got money to spare. If you really got kicked out, I'll spot you some cash."

Lu Jingtang: "...Thanks."

Qi Yao: "You're welcome."

Qi Yao then casually sent a picture of a pair of ten-carat red diamond cufflinks she planned to buy as a birthday gift for Qi Heng, asking Lu Jingtang for her opinion. Since Lu Jingtang had actually taken her to a spa, their relationship had grown closer.

Lu Jingtang glanced at them, thinking the diamonds were absurdly huge—the kind that could blind people if worn outside. She casually replied, "Aren't they a bit too big?"

Qi Yao said: "You don't get it—go big or go home." Expensive things make a statement when you wear them out.

Lu Jingtang recalled that Fu Nanyu also had a pair of similar cufflinks with fairly large diamonds. She said, "My big brother's are pretty big too."

Qi Yao stared at the chat interface, blinked, then smirked and replied, "Oh really? How big?" followed by a drooling emoji with a heart.

Lu Jingtang fell silent for a moment, scrolled up to check their conversation, confirmed they weren’t engaging in dirty talk, and coldly replied, "Let's unfriend each other. Don't come to my wedding, and I won't attend your funeral."

Qi Yao burst into cackling laughter, screenshotted Lu Jingtang’s reply, and posted it directly to her social media without even blurring the profile picture, captioning it with crying-laughing emojis.

Anyone could see they were joking. Seeing how close Lu Jingtang and the Qi family's young lady were, it was clear that the rumor about Lu Jingtang being kicked out of the Fu family was just that—a rumor.

A bunch of people sucked up to Qi Yao in the comments, suggesting they go shopping together someday. Qi Yao ignored all of them, not replying to a single message.

At He Manor.

"Set the wedding date after the New Year," Grandpa Fu said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Fu Nanyu, stern-faced, sat in an armchair, brewing himself a cup of tea and sipping it slowly, showing no interest in joining the conversation.

His handsome, aloof face matched the elegant tea set and the quiet elegance of the room, making him look like a figure from a classical ink-wash painting.

It seemed as though he was only there to enjoy the tea, and the discussion about marriage had nothing to do with him.

Fu Ting and Fu Shengzhou, sitting nearby, remained silent, afraid that the old man might force one of them to marry Ji Yunyin in a fit of anger. The three brothers were close, and this kind of hardship should fall to their eldest brother alone.

Seeing Fu Nanyu’s silence, Grandpa Fu bit back his anger and asked, "What do you think?"

Fu Nanyu lifted his gaze slightly. "What’s the point of me objecting?"

"Then you...?" Grandpa Fu’s expression softened slightly, thinking he had given up resistance and accepted reality.

But Fu Nanyu stood up and said succinctly, "I refuse."

Grandpa Fu roared, "You! I’m telling you, you will marry her whether you like it or not! I’ve watched Yunyin grow up—I wouldn’t harm you."

Fu Nanyu remained unmoved, let out a low, derisive snort, and said respectfully yet in a defiant tone, "If you want to hold an engagement banquet, go ahead. I won’t stop you. But if there’s no groom when the time comes, I suggest you don’t force my younger brothers to step in. You can walk up and complete the ceremony yourself."

"Outrageous!"

Grandpa Fu never expected Fu Nanyu to say something so defiant. In a moment of rage, he picked up a crystal teacup and threw it at him.

"Brother!" Fu Shengzhou and Fu Ting cried out in alarm.

Grandma Fu was so frightened that she immediately told the servants to call a doctor. "Quick, quick, call a doctor!"

Fu Nanyu made no move to avoid it. He grunted in pain as blood spread across his shoulder, but he didn’t move an inch. Coldly, he said, "I am not a tool for you to repay favors, and neither are my brothers. I've got business to attend to. I’m leaving." With that, he turned and walked away.

Ye Xixi, who had been smiling while carrying a plate of desserts, happened to run into her eldest son leaving with blood staining his shoulder. Her face turned pale with fright. "What happened?!"

Meanwhile, Fu Nanyu left He Manor without even getting his wound treated and drove off immediately. With one hand on the steering wheel, he held a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand. Amid the swirling smoke, his jaw was tense, and his expression was icy cold.

After driving for a while, he encountered a DUI checkpoint. He rolled down the window and let the officer test him. The traffic police officer, noticing the injury on his shoulder, quickly said, "Young man, I suggest you don’t drive. Hail a cab and go to the hospital instead."

Fu Nanyu replied, "Thanks, but no need."

After the test confirmed he was sober, he rolled up the window and drove off. The traffic officer shook his head helplessly.

Instead of returning to the villa, he went straight to his apartment. He had just begun getting out his first-aid kit to treat the wound when the doorbell rang.