Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth

Chapter 394: Dig Your Own Hole, Fill It Yourself

If Fu Shihan found out she took Su Wanxin to that kind of place, he would definitely scold her to death!

Fu Shiyi was afraid of Fu Shihan. Just thinking about him staring at her coldly made her legs go weak without him having to say anything.

"I won’t tell, so he won’t know, right?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows. "Wouldn’t Su Wanxin say it herself?"

"..." Fu Shiyi’s features frowned tightly: "She’s not the kind of person who would tattle."

Li Mo snorted with laughter and said nothing more. Fu Shiyi thought about it for a while and grew more afraid.

The Su Wanxin from before definitely wouldn’t have tattled on her, but who could say for sure now. She must really hate her now, probably wishing that Fu Shihan would teach her a lesson.

"Mom, didn’t you say a few days ago that you wanted to meet her? When are you planning to meet?"

Fu Shiyi tilted her head and once again resorted to Li Mo for ideas. Li Mo glanced at her sideways, without speaking, just watching TV.

"Mom, please help me~ You know how bad my brother’s temper can be."

"If you knew back then what you know now, why did you do it? You dug the hole, you fill it."

"..."

Alright, she was wrong, and she admitted it.

Fu Shiyi slumped back onto the sofa in despair, thinking about finding another opportunity to talk things over with Su Wanxin.

But before she could think of an excuse to see Su Wanxin, Fu Shihan suddenly came back, startling her.

The door was pushed open, and Fu Shihan walked in from the outside carrying Yangyang.

Fu Shiyi was startled for a moment, then leaped up.

"Yangyang! Let auntie hold you!"

Yangyang was listless, leaning on Fu Shihan’s chest, and let out a weak "auntie" with a heavy nasal voice. His little face looked a bit red, as if he had a fever.

"What happened here?" Fu Shiyi reached out to feel his forehead. "Why is there such a high fever?"

"Froze while hiding in a pile of snow playing hide and seek."

Fu Shihan answered coldly for the feverish child. By the look on his face, he was not very willing to admit this was his son; he himself had never been so foolish in his childhood.

Yangyang seemed to hear the displeasing tone in Fu Shihan’s words, pouted his lips, and started to snivel, "I want Mommy."

"You can go after the fever has gone down, or you might infect her."

Fu Shihan was adamant, and upon hearing this, Yangyang immediately perked up, "Where is Uncle Doctor? Am I getting a shot?"

"Do you cry when getting a shot?" Fu Shihan asked, looking at him.

Yangyang pondered seriously and continued to sniffle, "No crying."

Fu Shihan chuckled and called the doctor to come later, then went upstairs.

He had been in the middle of a meeting at the company when Mr. Lu’s call came. Upon answering, he heard the kid’s wailing and thought something serious had happened.

It wasn’t until he hurriedly arrived at the Lu Family’s place and saw the person that he realized it was all an act.

Previously, he had never seen him cry like this with a cold or fever. It was purely an excuse to see Su Wanxin.

Fu Shihan saw through the ruse, but he played along and simply brought the person back.

In the living room, Yangyang obediently lay on the sofa next to Fu Shiyi, watching TV and waiting for the doctor.

However, he fell asleep while watching. His little mouth was slightly open, breathing warm breaths.

Fu Shiyi bent down to kiss him and carried him upstairs. She stayed by his side until the doctor came to give him a shot.

The little guy had rarely been sick since he was young, and getting a shot each time was a battle.

Today, because he had promised Fu Shihan in advance, he really held back and didn’t cry. Fu Shiyi watched his tightly furrowed little face and couldn’t help chuckling.

Then, she thought of Su Wanxin again.

Su Wanxin had been particularly afraid of needles when she was little. In this regard, Yangyang turned out to be like her.