Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!

Chapter 1020 - 506: All Is Retribution (3)

The woman offered a fragrant kiss: "But what can I do? I really like it."

The woman’s adoration and admiration were written in her eyes and engraved into every action. In the end, neither knew who was truly ensnared, as both sank into the river of desire.

"Compared to the attack from external enemies, I despise betrayal from within even more. As the saying goes, stabilize internally before fending off external threats. Now, in this turbulent time, I cannot afford to be attacked on both fronts, so Hongyu, do not disappoint me."

"Hongyu will never let you down, sir."

The assistant thought to himself, almost at the old house, yet the sir was still not finished. If the madam found out, it would be troublesome.

But there was still no sign of stopping from behind, so the assistant had to slow down the car, though even the slowest car would eventually reach its destination.

Usually, the car was parked directly at the old house’s entrance, but this time the assistant stopped in an alley, about forty to fifty meters from the main door.

The two red lanterns at the entrance of the old house emitted a fiery red glow in the dark night, signifying joyful events at the Yu family’s door.

The assistant waited silently.

Then, a strong white light shone through, causing the assistant to instinctively squint his eyes.

From the other direction, a sedan approached, stopping at the entrance of the old house.

The assistant’s heart skipped a beat; it was the madam’s car.

A slender figure emerged from the car. In the radiant headlights, he instantly recognized the woman wrapped in a white shawl as the elder madam.

The woman’s slender figure stood like a quiet night orchid in the evening breeze, gracefully noble, and fragrant in solitude.

Such distinctive and elegant demeanor could never be mistaken, even if her face was not clearly visible.

The assistant grew tense instantly; how could he coincidentally bump into the madam?

The woman turned her head and looked over,

The assistant could hardly sit still; were they about to perform a scene of catching the affair? He couldn’t help but rap on the partition, "Sir... sir, the madam... the madam is at the door."

The sir didn’t respond to him.

The woman glanced over in this direction, just a glance, before withdrawing her gaze, adjusting her shawl, and stepping towards the house.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

The partition rose, and Yu Fusheng meticulously straightened the wrinkles in his collar, appearing calm and composed.

The red-clothed figure was nowhere to be seen in the back seat.

The assistant discreetly suppressed his inner astonishment.

If not for the faint ambiguous fragrance lingering in the air, unique to women’s perfume, he would have thought the red-clothed woman was his hallucination.

Yu Fusheng took out a bottle of men’s perfume from the storage cabinet beside his seat and sprayed it over himself, covering the perfume scent.

The man stepped into the old house, still the suave and composed head of the Yu family.

Wei Zhuhua returned from the maternal center after visiting Mei Qingdai, frowning the moment she saw Yu Fusheng’s car at the entrance.

Yu Fusheng hadn’t returned in many days, and Wei Zhuhua didn’t care at all whether he was busy socializing for the Yu family’s future or lying in some woman’s bed; it had nothing to do with her.

The divorce agreement was sent to Yu Fusheng’s hands, but he hadn’t signed it.

If Yu Fusheng didn’t want to divorce, it would be somewhat troublesome for her.

She didn’t believe that Yu Fusheng still harbored feelings for her. This man merely couldn’t let go of her competence as a supportive wife, given that the Yu family’s social dealings required a hostess with both status and tact, which Yu Fusheng couldn’t easily find a better fit than her in the short term.

But she didn’t expect Yu Fusheng would come back tonight.

She couldn’t be bothered to feign cordiality and went straight back to her room.

Ever since the old madam passed away, the two had begun living separately, and when Yu Fusheng came back to the old house, he stayed in the study.

Before she could sit down for a cup of tea, a servant reported that Ruohuan’s condition wasn’t good, and Wei Zhuhua hurried to Yu Ruohuan’s room.

Coincidentally, she encountered Yu Fusheng in the corridor.

Their eyes met.

Wei Zhuhua caught a whiff of perfume on Yu Fusheng, a trace of cold laughter crossing her eyes.

Every time he slept with a woman, he would spray this perfume to cover the scent.

A futile attempt to conceal, a mistake that backfires.

Wei Zhuhua threw him a frosty look and departed without turning back.

Yu Fusheng furrowed his brow: "What’s happened?"

The servant said, "It’s Miss, Miss has fainted."

After all, being his biological daughter, Yu Fusheng wasn’t entirely unconcerned and followed behind Wei Zhuhua.

The house had medical staff on standby, who immediately administered Ruohuan oxygen and a stimulant injection.

Yu Fusheng, seeing Yu Ruohuan surrounded by medical equipment and breathing oxygen, was startled to realize that Ruohuan’s illness had reached this extent.

"How many days does she have left?"

Wei Zhuhua turned and gave him a look, her heart plummeting into a chilling coldness.

Looking at the child’s condition, he could still calmly ask such a question.

"Huanhuan is gone; you’ll truly be childless."

Wei Zhuhua’s tears had already dried up, and now she appeared even calmer than Yu Fusheng.

Although she knew that Yu Fusheng had many women outside, she was certain none could bear him a child.

Of course, Yu Fusheng wanted children; like all traditional men, he was desperate for a son to carry on the family name, so desperate it drove him nearly crazy. He even sought technological solutions, but unfortunately, all failed.

Now his only daughter was on the brink of death.

Wei Zhuhua spitefully thought, in her innermost self, a cruel pleasure of revenge was greater than the sorrow of losing her daughter.

It would be false to say Yu Fusheng wasn’t saddened, but what good did sadness do? Would heaven cure his daughter’s terminal illness just because he was sad?

"What are you saying? If the child hears, how hurtful it would be, and how would you be childless? There’s still Ye’er with the second brother, haven’t you noticed? If you bring the child to live near you, it would make no difference from our own biological son?"

Wei Zhuhua withdrew her lips slightly, wanting to shake his shoulders and tell him that your second brother had been cuckolded by his wife, and the child isn’t related to the Yu family at all. You are destined to be childless, and all of it is karma!

Wei Zhuhua raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her smooth and elegant movements carrying an indescribable grace and leisurely poise.

"In three days, it’s the child’s full moon banquet. As you wished, it’ll be grand and lively. By then, everyone in Jingzhou will know that the Yu family has an heir."

The grander the celebration, the greater the farce.

Yu Fusheng gazed at the simple elegance of the beauty under the lamp, a stark contrast to Hongyu’s alluring charm, yet such plainness had its own unique appeal.

Yu Fusheng’s eyes dimmed slightly.