That night, Mu Shaping had a fever in the middle of the night.
Fu Shihan was still dealing with work-related matters. With such a large Fu Family enterprise, he was alone, handling numerous matters that needed his attention.
He heard a sigh from the second bedroom and walked to the door, knocking, "Shaping?"
Mu Shaping was deep in a nightmare, her cheeks pale with no color, and sweat beads forming on her forehead.
She clutched the blanket and trembled, "Go away, you all go away. Where are you taking me?"
Fu Shihan heard some intermittent sounds and couldn't help but worry in his heart. So he pushed open the door.
Mu Shaping seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, like a drowning person, twisting and struggling on the bed.
"Don't, I don't want to go to this house. This isn't my home."
"Shaping, Shaping..." Fu Shihan held her shoulder and shook her a few times.
She still didn't wake up.
Fu Shihan's hand was on her forehead, and the temperature was scorching.
"How come you have a fever again?"
The little blind man's body was truly delicate. A common cold shouldn't have taken so long to recover from.
It was so late, and Fu Shihan didn't call for the family doctor to come over.
He himself was a double doctor in finance and law, having received so much education, and still had basic medical knowledge.
Fu Shihan, like last time, wrapped ice cubes in a towel to help Mu Shaping cool down.
Her temperature remained high, and he could only use a warm towel to wipe her body.
It was because Fu Shihan had never done the job of serving others. His wiping movements were a bit rough, reddening her delicate skin.
He noticed sharply that near the shoulder blades of Mu Shaping's back, there was a butterfly-shaped red birthmark.
The little girl was already thin, and the thin shoulder blades were like fluttering butterflies, complementing this beautiful birthmark.
"Don't come over, please let me go. I want to go home. I want my parents..."
Mu Shaping unconsciously shed tears, her voice filled with a thick cry, pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Fu Shihan took care of her for a whole night, finally lowering her body temperature.
The next day, when Mu Shaping woke up, she found Uncle Fu lying beside the bed.
"Uncle, why are you sleeping here?"
Fu Shihan woke up tiredly.
He had worked late into the night until the early hours of the morning and fell asleep directly beside her bed.
Fu Shihan rubbed his sore temples, his voice with a raspy tone from waking up, sexy and pleasant, "Did you have a nightmare last night?"
Mu Shaping tightly held the blanket, "Yes, I dreamed of something very terrifying."
"What was it?"
"I dreamed that someone wanted to take me away and bring me to a village. They said they wanted me to be a child bride for someone."
This dream was so real, it felt like something that had actually happened.
Mu Shaping was trapped in her small body, trying to escape but unable to do so. Instead, she received a series of beatings.
She quickly shook her head, dismissing these terrifying scenes from her mind.
When Fu Shihan heard this, his expression stiffened.
How could he have such a dream?
Mu Shaping was now much more relaxed. "Uncle, was it you who took care of me last night?"
Although she was trapped in the nightmare, she still had some faint awareness. She remembered that someone had patiently and repeatedly washed her body and used ice cubes to cool her down.
From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever treated her so well.
Mu Shaping's heart seemed to melt at a crack, warmness flowing through her heart.
She silently thanked in her heart, "Uncle, thank you."
In the morning, Aunt Liu came to make breakfast.
She had just tied on the apron when she saw the red marks on Mu Shaping's neck and collarbone.
Combined with Fu Shihan's appearance in the second bedroom this morning... Aunt Liu suddenly understood and gave an ambiguous smile.
Mu Shaping sat at the table, puzzled, "Aunt Liu, why did you make so many dishes today? And you even cooked chicken soup."
This was too rich. Aunt Liu smiled cheerfully and said, "I was afraid you were exhausted last night, so I wanted to give you some extra nourishment to help you recover."
Mou Shu-shu tilted her head slightly and said, "I didn't feel tired yesterday, but the uncle was really exhausted."
She wanted to help the uncle get a bowl of chicken soup, but Fu Shichan directly snatched the spoon from her hand.
"Don't move if you can't see. Be careful not to get burned."
Fu Shichan's voice was cold, with a metallic sound to it, and it sounded a bit harsh.
But Mou Shu-shu knew that he was just concerned about her, so she obediently sat in her seat, "Oh."
Aunt Liu covered her mouth with her hand, smiling like an aunt.
Fu Shichan guessed that she must have misunderstood and told her to go to the next room first, and come back later to tidy up.
"Ah, I won't disturb you two anymore." Aunt Liu politely left.
Mou Shu-shu was simple-minded and didn't understand the situation.
"Why did Aunt Liu disturb us?"
"Have your meal." Fu Shichan's face was stern as he placed a bowl of ginseng chicken soup in front of her.
Mou Shu-shu, however, pushed the bowl to his side and said seriously, "Uncle, you were exhausted last night. Drink more to recover."
Fu Shichan's face darkened.
This silly girl still didn't realize how easily this sentence could cause misunderstandings.
Moreover, he often exercised and had a very good physical condition. He wasn't at such a point where he needed to drink nourishing soup.
Instead, it was her... Fu Shichan glanced at her slender arms and legs, which he feared couldn't withstand much exertion.
Fu Shichan coldly commanded, "Eat more vegetables."
"Okay."
"Are you full now?" Seeing her small meal portion, Fu Shichan couldn't help but frown.
No wonder she hasn't gained any weight after all this time.
Just eating this little bit, even cats eat more than her.
Mou Shu-shu touched her round belly, "I can't eat any more."
"Have a few more bites."
Fu Shichan picked up a shrimp and fed it to her mouth.
His tone was filled with the authority of a superior, with an unyielding tone.
Mou Shu-shu pitifully opened her mouth and ate two more shrimp.
She really couldn't eat any more.
Finally, Fu Shichan didn't force her to eat anymore, "Let's go to class, take the红枣牛奶 that Aunt Liu heated for you."
"Okay, I remember."
Mou Shu-shu held her cane and walked out of the house.
Fu Shichan followed her out and they reached the elevator door. He subconsciously held her hand to get her inside the elevator.
The elevator was filled with a large number of people, and Fu Shichan's eyebrows tightened, with the air pressure around him becoming even lower. The big boss usually travels by private jet and private car, and the company has a dedicated elevator for the president. When did he need to squeeze into an elevator with people?
Besides, he already had a phobia of crowds and didn't like crowded places.
In the chaos, someone stepped on Mou Shu-shu's foot, and she let out an "Ah".
Seeing the little girl being squeezed into a corner,茫然ly holding her cane, panicking like a small animal in the jungle with nowhere to go.
Fu Shichan rarely showed any softness. With a long arm, he scooped up the person and shielded them with his arms.
Mou Shu-shu was caught off guard and collided into his broad and sturdy chest. Her nose was filled with the refreshing and pleasant aroma of his fresh incense.
She secretly leaned on him affectionately.
Mr. Fu seemed cold, but his embrace was also very warm.