Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth

Chapter 727: Was His Performance That Day Not Up to Par?

Su Wanxin laughed upon hearing this, "What kind of logic is that? You’re not sleeping and you won’t let me sleep either?"

"Right." Fu Shihan nodded affirmatively, completely unreasonable. "You’ve been treating me worse recently, I need a reason."

As for the timeframe he referred to, was it probably since that night when he once again sought to confirm their relationship and something indescribable happened?

Fu Shihan thought about it and felt that was about right, yet he couldn’t understand what was going on with her.

Was it because he hadn’t performed well that night, not making her happy, and that was why she acted this way?

"Tell me, how have I offended you?" Fu Shihan glanced at his son who was sound asleep, considerately suggesting, "If you don’t want to talk here, we can go to my place, it’ll be clearer there."

So as not to be restrained because of this brat.

Seeing him like this, Su Wanxin found it amusing. She slowly sat up, denying, "Even if you gave me the courage, I wouldn’t dare to treat you, Eldest Young Master Fu, any worse."

"Stop talking in riddles."

"I am speaking the truth. Fu Shihan, almost everyone in the Fu Family orbits around you, right? No one treats you badly, it’s just that you feel they do."

She argued illogically, yet her tone was so light and confident, causing Fu Shihan, who was accustomed to being domineering at home, to feel somewhat guilty and confused in an instant.

But it was only for a fleeting two seconds before he quickly snapped out of it.

Damn.

He almost got brainwashed by this little scammer.

Fu Shihan looked at her with a somber gaze, and Su Wanxin returned the look expressionlessly until a sudden sharp pain in her stomach made her gasp.

The pain alerted Fu Shihan that something was wrong.

He leaned over to look at her, then promptly touched her cold abdomen without explanation and quickly left the room. It wasn’t long before he came back to her.

He held stomach medicine in one hand and warm water in the other, forcefully insisting she take the medicine. Then he sat askew at the edge of the bed, slowly rubbing her stomach.

Su Wanxin’s forehead beaded with sweat, all her attention focused on his hand.

"You’re always like this, not even knowing how to take care of yourself, how can anyone not worry?" Fu Shihan looked down at her, "Are you still mad at me?"

"Mad about what?"

Fu Shihan sighed. "About the sulfuric acid incident a few days ago?"

He was also anxious that day, feeling she didn’t have him in her heart. Although he still feels the same now, he is angry yet dares not to speak up, too afraid to upset her.

She’s the grand lady, the ancestor, she’s the most important.

Fu Shihan realized that the notion of whomever yields first is a dog didn’t work on her.

With her, the dog was always him. So he gave in, saying, "From now on, we’ll resolve arguments within a day. No more than 24 hours, you’re not allowed to stay angry."

Su Wanxin: "..."

Su Wanxin: "If only you could share some of your good temper with others, you wouldn’t be talked about behind your back like that."

"I don’t care what others say about me, I don’t hold them in esteem."

Fu Shihan was clear on this point.

Those he doesn’t care about, whatever they say is just farting. Too many farts, he can’t keep up.

"Wanwan, I’ll take you to your room to have a look, let’s not sleep here near the son."

Her room?

Su Wanxin’s eyes lit up with interest. Seeing her reaction, Fu Shihan carried her horizontally.

Su Wanxin exclaimed in surprise, struggling, "Put me down! I can walk on my own!"

"Be good, don’t fuss."