Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

“Why did they say you wouldn’t live past your 18th birthday?” Ling Bao’s tone softened. Anyone who heard her would feel her concern.

Chao Yan paused, thinking of how he ought to respond, “I have a very strange illness.”

“If you’re unwell, you should see a doctor. Now that medicine is so advanced, I’m sure you’ll find a cure to your illness.”

“Not all illnesses are treatable,” Chao Yan murmured.

“How would you know if you haven’t even looked around or asked anyone for help? Or is it the fear of pain keeping you from searching for a cure? I hope you’re not afraid of needles! That’s absurd!”

“…” Chao Yan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

While Chao Yan stewed in silence, Ling Bao took the opportunity to think the matter through. Suddenly, she remembered something her mother once said: No mountain is insurmountable if one has a goal and strives towards it.

Bearing her mother’s words in mind, she said, “Let’s establish a sect together. By the time you’ve found a cure for yourself, I will have made some achievements in my studies. What do you think of assassins? I like the idea. Wouldn’t taking on marks be cool?”

“Do you have the nerve to kill people?” Chao Yan reposted.

Ling Bao did not want Chao Yan to look down on her, so she said, “I’ve killed plenty of wolves!”

“Wolves aren’t the same as humans,” Chao Yan explained patiently.

Ling Bao was not convinced, retorting, “Are you afraid?”

Chao Yan snorted lightheartedly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare do.”

Ling Bao was having second thoughts. Being an assassin was not easy. Hastily, she changed her proposal, “We’ll do something together when you recover from your illness, but whatever we do, we’ll make sure we’re the best of the best!”

Chao Yan quietly listened. After a long while, he asked, “Are you serious?”

Ling Bao raised her chin with her nose upturned, “Of course, I’m serious. Whoever doesn’t keep their word is a dog.”

“I believe you,” Chao Yan said.

...

Seeing that Chao Yan had agreed, Ling Bao stared at the cat in her arms. “Have you given the cat a name?”

Chao Yan shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“Then I’ll give it a name. It is smaller than most cats, and it is also so obedient. How about calling it President Ba?”

“I’m glad you like it.”

…

…

“Babe, babe. Get up; it’s time for dinner.”

Qin Shu shuttered eyelids cracked open, landing on Fu Tingyu’s figure.

Fu Tingyu saw his wife wake up but heard no response, so he pinched her cheek, “Are you still sleepy? Haven’t you slept enough yet?”

“No, I had another dream just now,” Qin Shook her head and sat up with her hands on the bed, trying to recall the dream even as it slipped away into the fog of memories. It had something to do with Chao Yan…?

Ever since she had injured Chao Yan, Chao Yan had not contacted her as he would have before.

...

“It’s just a dream. Don’t think about it. Let’s have dinner.”

“Okay.”

After dinner, Fu Tingyu went to the study to deal with some matters.

The results of the paternity test were out. It was Ye Luo who brought it over.

Qin Shu looked at the results. The paternity test affirmed her assumption; she was not Qin Hai’s daughter. The results settled things.

She put down the paternity test and looked at President Ba, curled up on the sofa. She recalled her dream in the afternoon and suddenly felt a sense of unease.

She picked up her phone and flipped to Chao Yan’s phone number. The chat records were still there. She scrolled through them, and the further she scrolled, the more uneasy she felt.

When she reached the end, she froze. Chao Yan had helped her obtain Lanzhi Grass.

It forced Qin Shu to remember Yin Shi’s words that day. What price did Chao Yan pay to get Lanzhi Grass?

She lowered her head and stared at Chao Yan’s contact information, her finger hovering over the dial function. Even now, she hesitated.