Chapter 91: Only I Can See It.

Liang Yusheng returned to the hospital ward entrance. By then, Jiang Shuzhi had calmed down and also turned to look at him. Their eyes met.

They stared at each other in silence for a while before Liang Yusheng spoke, “The address.”

Jiang Shuzhi’s lips curled into a faint smile. “In the end, you’re not a good person either.”

“Are you going to say it or not?”

She glanced at him and said, “Give me paper and pen.”

Liang Yusheng had someone bring them over. Jiang Shuzhi wrote down the address, then dropped the paper on the floor.

Liang Yusheng looked at her, bent down, and picked it up. “You better not try any tricks!”

“Even if I did, what can you do to me? I have nothing now. What do you have to threaten me with? Don’t bark orders at me—you don’t have that right. And don’t pretend to be a good person in front of me. Whether human or ghost, you can’t escape my gaze.”

Liang Yusheng ignored her and left once he had the address.

He didn’t have time to deal with Fu Juxing and took a flight to Hangzhou that same day. Liang Yukang was living incognito in a small county near Hangzhou—no wonder he had been impossible to find all along.

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Fu Juxing arrived at the hospital immediately.

Bursting into the ward, he found a neonatal specialist explaining the baby’s condition to Lin Wanbai.

His sudden entrance startled everyone. All eyes turned to him, fixed and unblinking.

Breathing heavily, his gaze sharp, he swept a glance over them and coldly spat one word: “Leave.”

The doctors were taken aback by his fierce presence and left without a word.

Aunt Rong hesitated, then followed them out.

Lin Wanbai frowned and glanced at him. “What are you doing?”

Fu Juxing stared at her, as if trying to peer into her soul. Lin Wanbai disliked the intensity of his gaze and turned her head away. “Why are you acting crazy for no reason? The doctors are telling me about the baby’s condition. I know you don’t care about this child, but the baby is mine. I’m his mother, so I have the right to know how he’s doing.”

“Besides them, who else has been here?”

“Who else?” Lin Wanbai scoffed. “Did you ever allow others to visit me? What you say is truly amusing.”

He stared at her a moment longer, saw no change in her expression, then sighed in relief. Turning, he called the doctors and Aunt Rong back inside before stepping out himself.

Lin Wanbai watched his retreating figure, sensing a shadow cloaking him, even though outwardly he seemed unchanged.

Fu Juxing went to the public restroom on that floor and smoked a cigarette inside. The mirror above the sink reflected his figure. He caught his reflection in the corner of his eye, his brows furrowing slightly. Scanning the area, he grabbed a nearby cleaning tool and shattered the mirror.

Shards of glass scattered, cutting small wounds on his cheek.

The mirror broke into countless fragments, unable to reflect a whole image. Only then did he stop.

His breathing was heavy, hair disheveled. Someone entered the restroom, saw the scene, and fled in fright, quickly informing the floor’s head nurse.

Fu Juxing stepped on the broken glass, lit another cigarette, and smoked slowly. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and casually took off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the sink.

The crunch of glass underfoot echoed in the quiet space.

The head nurse came with security to check on him but didn’t dare approach. Recognizing him, she decided not to provoke trouble, placing a “Under Maintenance” sign on the door before leaving.

After smoking a whole pack, Fu Juxing’s breathing steadied somewhat.

Before returning to the ward, he stood by the window, letting the breeze disperse some of the smoke smell, then went back.

The neonatal doctor had already left.

Lin Wanbai was resting with her eyes closed.

Aunt Rong was nearby, reading a book on mother and infant care. She wasn’t skilled in baby care and, with times changing, things were different now. She needed to keep up with the times, especially since she would be raising the baby once he came out.

So she was using this month to learn as much as possible.

Hearing movement, Aunt Rong looked up and noticed the blood marks on Fu Juxing’s face. She gasped, “Young master, what happened to your face?”

Lin Wanbai, hearing this, instinctively opened her eyes to look.

Fu Juxing had just come close enough for her to see clearly: a long bloodied scratch near his eye, as if cut by something sharp.

Concerned words formed on her lips, but she swallowed them back, glanced once more, and closed her eyes again.

Fu Juxing ignored Aunt Rong’s question and asked Lin Wanbai, “How’s the baby?”

She said nothing.

After a long silence, Aunt Rong broke the tension, answering for Lin Wanbai, “The baby is very strong, the situation is improving, and the chances of survival are high.”

Fu Juxing didn’t look at her. “Aunt Rong, you should leave.”

Aunt Rong hesitated. Seeing Fu Juxing’s current state, she feared something might happen if she left, but she had no choice.

After much hesitation, she said, “Young master, Xiao Bai needs to rest well now. She just had major surgery and can’t be hurt again.”

After saying this, she looked at Fu Juxing before leaving.

The sound of the door closing reached Lin Wanbai’s ears, tightening her heart.

She could feel the dark menace radiating from Fu Juxing, instinctively clenching her fists with a flicker of fear deep inside.

The next moment, Fu Juxing’s palm covered hers, gently grasping her hand, slowly spreading her fingers, palm against palm.

Lin Wanbai was forced to open her eyes, her gaze landing on their hands, then looking at him.

At that moment, his eyes were soft—like a heavily wounded wolf struggling for survival.

She pursed her lips, unsure why he wore such an expression.

She had always hated seeing him show any sign of injury; it twisted something inside her, stirring an ache and a desire to care for and warm him.

But now, she no longer wished to do so.

His heart could not be warmed—and didn’t need her to warm it.

She tried to pull back her hand, but he held it tightly, refusing to let go.

He said, “Talk to me. Say anything.”

Lin Wanbai glanced at him but remained silent.

Fu Juxing’s patience seemed limited; his grip tightened, his expression grew colder. “Speak.”

She winced in pain, furrowed her brow, bit her lip, but still refused.

“I said, talk!”

“Ah—” She felt as if her hand bones were about to be crushed.

Her cry was like a jolt to Fu Juxing’s senses, and he immediately loosened his grip, apologizing, “Sorry.”

“Are you crazy?!”

His eyes flickered briefly before denying, “No.”

Lin Wanbai retorted, “Then why are you acting so strange? What do you want to say for no reason? What is left for us to say? Do you want me to curse you?”

“Cursing is fine.”

Looking at him like that, Lin Wanbai felt too angry to speak. She snorted, “The doctors told me to rest more and keep a good mood. I don’t want to do anything harmful to myself. If you want to talk, talk all you want, but don’t force me to do what I don’t want.”

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against the back of her hand. After a moment’s silence, he changed the subject.

“How’s the baby?”

Lin Wanbai hadn’t wanted to say but finally spoke, “Aunt Rong said he’s very strong. He’s passed one hurdle after another; the chances of survival have increased.”

“What name will you give him?”

“I plan to have him take my surname, Lin.”

“Good. What name?”

Lin Wanbai hadn’t decided yet. A name was important—more than one person should have a say—and it could influence a lifetime. She felt it needed to be chosen carefully, perhaps consulting fortune-telling.

Fu Juxing waited a moment, then lifted her hand to his face, staring at her with wide, bright eyes, smiling like a well-behaved little wolf. “Still haven’t thought of one?”

Confused, this felt like a spell.

Lin Wanbai turned her gaze away. “No.”

“Take your time. No rush.”

She was silent for a while, sneaking glances at him. His gaze was intense and unwavering. She felt uneasy and asked, “Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Because I want to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Then who do you want to look?”

His tone sounded annoyed.

Lin Wanbai thought he was crazy and gave him a sidelong glance, refusing to argue.

But Fu Juxing persisted. “Who?”

She frowned but luckily looked away.

He turned her face back, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Who?”

Lin Wanbai refused to answer, but he kept asking, growing more serious.

“No one gets to look!” Lin Wanbai snapped, “Enough, okay?!”

He was satisfied. “Fine. Only I can look.”

Lin Wanbai wanted to scold him, but seeing the genuine smile in his eyes, the words caught in her throat. Instead, she studied his expression carefully.

After a long time, she found no flaws.

He said, “Alright, you’re tired. Rest.”

He reached out and gently covered her eyes, forcing her to close them, denying her any chance to analyze further.

Lin Wanbai obediently closed her eyes, offering no resistance.

Afterward, Fu Juxing stayed by her side. Company matters requiring his personal attention were handled by Lei Sen or Liang Xi, who delivered documents.

Liang Xi came more frequently, sometimes bringing lunch or dinner.

Thanks to a woman’s intuition, Lin Wanbai had long sensed Liang Xi’s feelings for Fu Juxing. She had restrained herself before, but now it was obvious.

Things were no longer as they were. This Fu Juxing was not the same man as before.

He was wealthy, powerful, and held a high status.

No one dared show him disrespect or mock him anymore.

He was truly triumphant.

Since Lin Wanbai was unaware of the outside world’s situation, she didn’t know much news. Naturally, she had no idea Fu Juxing was the nephew of Liang Yusheng, founder of Chaosheng, or that he was the company’s heir apparent.

She only knew Fu Juxing was connected with Chaosheng but never expected him to have reached such heights.

That was until Old Zheng and several senior Lin family employees came for a visit.

From their attitude and flattering words toward Fu Juxing, Lin Wanbai deeply felt the reversal of his status.

Old Zheng’s few words confirmed Fu Juxing’s intimate ties with Chaosheng.

Old Zheng said, “The shareholders have suggested you temporarily take on the chairman’s role. They fully trust your business ability. The Lin and Fu families once cooperated well, but the Fu family’s troublemakers caused a falling out and even fights, hurting both sides. We’ve learned from that. Now those troublemakers are gone; since your relationship with Xiao Bai is so good, the two companies should be as harmonious as you two and create greater profits together.”

“That’s the shareholders’ position. With the Lin family having so many issues, only you can handle this now.”

Lin Wanbai said, “Uncle Zheng, I’m about to be discharged. I’ll return to the company then.”

“Don’t be silly. Your baby has just been born; you need to care for him. I know you worry about Fu Juxing managing two companies alone, but these are critical times. I believe he can handle it. We all trust him. Xiao Bai, you need to be sensible now. No more tantrums—you’re a mother now, aren’t you?”

Old Zheng glanced at Fu Juxing, hesitating before speaking. “Before your mother’s accident, she asked me to investigate rumors in the company. I found out they were all stirred up by your father, trying to slander Lin Zhouye and seize power. Now that your mother and grandfather are unconscious, we suspect him of ill intentions. But he’s currently bedridden and can’t return to the company anytime soon.”

“So, it’s best for Fu Juxing to take charge to prevent your father from causing more trouble.”

Before Lin Wanbai could speak, Fu Juxing ended the visit. “I think Xiao Bai should rest. Thanks for coming. We’ll consider what you said and respond soon.”

“Yes, yes. We’ll leave first. Please decide quickly. A country can’t be without a ruler even for a day, and a company can’t be without leadership. It’s been days already, and everyone’s guessing. It’s bad for the company.”

“Understood.”

Fu Juxing saw them out.

When he returned, Lin Wanbai threw a glass from the bedside cabinet at him with force.

The glass shattered near his feet, and the water soaked his leather shoes.

He paused, bent down to brush a shard away from his shoe, then had Aunt Rong clean up. His expression remained calm.

Lin Wanbai said, “This is your plan—to use me to control Lin Corporation. You know my grandfather’s position is unshakable, so you’ve pretended to be friendly with me, using my status as your wife to control Lin Corporation and gradually absorb the whole company into your hands!”

“Looks like Chen Songyuan was just a pawn in your game—he made the dowry for you!”

Fu Juxing gathered all the items they’d brought to the door and told Aunt Rong, “Throw it all away.”

Lin Wanbai grabbed the water jug from the bedside and threw it at him. “Fu Juxing, don’t think you’ll succeed! Unless you knock me unconscious again, once I recover, the first thing I’ll do is divorce you! Don’t even dream of meddling with Lin Group!”

The word ‘divorce’ made his brow furrow.

Aunt Rong glanced at Lin Wanbai and softly cleared her throat as a reminder.

The cough had some effect. Lin Wanbai calmed slightly, gritting her teeth but holding back.

Fu Juxing came to the bedside, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want Lin Corporation to fall into Chen Songyuan’s hands?”

She looked up sharply, glaring fiercely. “Even if Lin Zhouye is imprisoned, and Mom and Grandpa are unconscious, I’m not dead yet!”

“You and I are no different. I won’t let Lin Corporation fall. In my hands, it will be better than ever. You just need to stay home like before and not worry about anything else.”

She sneered, “What do you mean we’re no different? Have you no shame?”

“Am I wrong? We’re married; what’s yours is mine, and mine is yours. As long as we’re together, it all belongs to you.”

“Even if we separate, it’s still mine!”

“We won’t separate.”

They were talking about two entirely different things. Lin Wanbai found him impossible to communicate with and didn’t want to argue. Arguing would only make her angrier.

For now, she would endure and plan slowly once she recovered.

Lin Wanbai’s recovery was surprisingly quick. She could already get out of bed and move freely.

During this time, she visited the neonatal ward twice. The baby was still in the incubator, tubes not yet fully removed, a heartbreaking sight.

But the doctors said the situation was improving; the worst was over, and the baby was getting better.

This was good news—perhaps the only piece of joy.

She also visited Lin Jingyu.

Lin Jingyu remained in the ICU with no signs of awakening, sustained by machines. The doctors were pessimistic.

Lin Wanbai had mentally prepared herself and told the doctors she wouldn’t give up even if there was only a one percent chance.

Coincidentally, she ran into Chen Songyuan. Zhou Lin wasn’t with him; a caregiver pushed him.

Their eyes met.

Lin Wanbai didn’t want to engage.

But Chen Songyuan wouldn’t let her go. “Xiao Bai, I just visited the maternity ward. They said you were in the neonatal ward. I came down to see your mother and didn’t expect to run into you here. I heard the baby’s condition isn’t good—how is he?”

Lin Wanbai tried to leave, tugging Aunt Rong.

Chen Songyuan blocked her way. “Xiao Bai, you misunderstood before...”

“I didn’t misunderstand.” She took a breath, smiled faintly, looking down on him. “There’s no need to say anything to me now. Uncle Zheng and the others have already decided to let Fu Juxing act as chairman. Your posturing here is meaningless. You made a dowry for someone else and lost a leg—that’s what you deserve!”

Saying this, she pulled Aunt Rong to leave.

But she hadn’t fully recovered and walked slowly.

Chen Songyuan had the caregiver block her again. He glanced at Aunt Rong. “I want to speak to you alone.”

“No need.”

“Xiao Bai...”

“Really no need. Though I know ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend,’ with you, I wish you’d just die!”

She pushed him away roughly, pointing at him. “Try blocking me again, and I’ll hit you!”

Chen Songyuan’s face paled with anger but said nothing more, only, “Xiao Bai, take care of yourself and get well soon.”

Lin Wanbai ignored him and walked away.

That evening during dinner, Fu Juxing took a call without avoiding Lin Wanbai, putting it on speakerphone.

She glanced at him but continued eating silently.

A man’s voice came through: “Mr. Fu, he was seriously injured and jumped into the sea. His fate is unknown.”

Lin Wanbai’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately wondered who ‘he’ was, stopped mid-motion, and looked at Fu Juxing. “Who? Who is he?”

Fu Juxing calmly ate, saying into the phone, “Find him. Alive or dead, we need proof.”

“Yes!”

Lin Wanbai slammed her chopsticks down. “Who is it?!”

Fu Juxing looked at her. “Han Chen.”

Lin Wanbai straightened, wincing in pain from her wound, her face turning pale. “You! You killed him?!”

“I didn’t mean to kill him, just to teach him a lesson.”

“You really killed him!” Lin Wanbai’s eyes widened. “Why?!”

“Do you care about him?”

Lin Wanbai tried to get out of bed. “I’m calling the police! You’re insane, I’m calling the police!”

Fu Juxing immediately stopped her, pressing her back down. “You really care about him.”

“This isn’t about caring! What did he do wrong? Why did you punish him? Are you sick?!”

“I didn’t actually punish him. That call was fake.”

Lin Wanbai froze, wide-eyed. “You…”

“But now, I really am going to teach him a lesson.” Before she could speak, he covered her lips with a finger. “Don’t talk. The more you say, the worse it will be for him.”

Lin Wanbai forced herself calm. “Fine, fine, go teach him. Go ahead! Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me. If you kill him and get into trouble, that’s even better—I’ll be cheering for you if you go to jail!”

“Go quickly.”

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