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Fu Qingyu swore that this was definitely the most unfortunate day of his twenty-five years of life.
After a night of turmoil, he finally managed to replace the fuse, fix the air conditioner, and lubricate all the rusted windows. He believed he had done a commendable job as a temporary housekeeper, yet his beloved mother remained unsatisfied.
"What? No one sent her to work? Fu Qingyu, how could you be so uncouth? What have your father and I taught you?" Mother Fu's roar made Fu Qingyu feel quite heartbroken.
"Mom... am I really your biological son?" It was already five in the morning when A Ken finished fixing everything and came out from He Xiaozhu's place. They hadn't slept a wink all night! And here he was, the dignified president, reduced to being a fan for his secretary, Miss He.
She had slept soundly while he had bloodshot eyes! Why was no one concerned about his well-being?
"What’s with all the whining? Does missing one night of sleep mean you'll die? I remember when you were studying, you used to play video games for several nights in a row without sleep, and I didn’t see you lose any weight!" Mother Fu retorted without a hint of sympathy.
"Mom!" Fu Qingyu felt like he could just crash into a tree out of frustration. How could a mother be so heartless?
"What are you shouting about? It’s six forty-five now. Hurry up and get some breakfast, then go pick up He Xiaozhu for work. You two are going the same way anyway; it’ll save her from taking the bus. What if she encounters a pervert?" Mother Fu commanded decisively.
Fu Qingyu listened silently to the busy tone on the phone, wanting to tell his mother that someone dressed like He Xiaozhu, with her nun-like attire, wouldn’t attract any unwanted attention from men. Unless...
Suddenly, Fu Qingyu remembered something and put away his phone with an unusual expression. Fine, he admitted that his brain had malfunctioned last night.
Just as He Xiaozhu hurriedly finished getting ready and put on her black-rimmed glasses to head out, the doorbell rang at just the right moment. Standing outside was—
"Brother Qingyu?" He Xiaozhu looked awkwardly at the man holding breakfast in his hands. "Aren't you going back to rest? I'm really sorry about last night."
“Empress Dowager Cixi, let me take you to work,” Fu Qingyu said, handing over breakfast with a hint of annoyance. He had hoped to take a day off and catch up on some sleep.
He Xiaozhu accepted the breakfast, lowering her head and murmuring a soft “thank you.”
“Let’s go. I’ll drop you off at the company and then head back home to sleep. You can handle today’s documents,” Fu Qingyu said, disliking his current appearance—having not slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, he hadn’t washed up, and his unshaven face gave him a rather disheveled look.
“Oh, okay,” He Xiaozhu replied mechanically as she hurriedly opened the car door.
On the way, Fu Qingyu drove in silence while He Xiaozhu ate her breakfast. Neither spoke, and the atmosphere in the car felt oddly eerie. Fu Qingyu felt his eyelids growing heavy; he shook his head, trying to estimate how much longer it would take to reach the company.
A red light.
Fu Qingyu slowly brought the car to a stop, fatigue washing over him like a tide. It was ridiculous; he was actually dozing off while driving!
Taking a deep breath, Fu Qingyu tried to perk himself up and thought about making small talk with He Xiaozhu to stay awake. Just as he opened his mouth, the car jolted violently. All he could hear was He Xiaozhu's scream, and then there was a flash of light before everything faded to black.
“Fu Qingyu, you little brat! I asked you to take He Xiaozhu to work, and you ended up bringing her to the hospital!” As Fu Qingyu opened his eyes, he was greeted by his mother’s furious glare.
“Mom! Ouch, that hurts… let go… I’m the patient here!” Fu Qingyu struggled to break free while rubbing his sore ears.
“Hurt? He Xiaozhu has sustained a spinal injury from the crash and can’t even stand up straight!” His mother smacked him on the head. “Let’s see how you’re going to compensate her!”
“Compensate? What do you want me to do, offer myself up?” Fu Qingyu grumbled unhappily. “I told you I hadn’t rested well and couldn’t drive; you insisted I take her to work… And now look what happened—fatigue driving led to an accident… and it’s all my fault…”
Fu Qingyu's unfinished words were abruptly cut off by a sharp slap from Mother Fu.
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