Heavy rain fell on her face, blurring her tears.
Fu Si Yan, tirelessly, finally dug out the windshield of the front of the car.
But it was too dark inside, and no one answered his calls.
He brushed away the mud, clenched his fist, and was about to punch it with his bare hand—
"Fu Si Yan!"
Fu Si Yan's movements froze.
A pair of headlights lit up behind him.
Illuminating the man's disheveled appearance.
Time seemed to stand still.
In the wind and rain, a woman held an umbrella, stepping on the wet and muddy ground, walking towards him step by step—
Fu Si Yan slowly turned his head.
The woman was standing with her back to the light, the area under the umbrella was dim, obscuring her face.
The light stung the man's wet eyes.
He squinted his eyes and slowly stood up.
Staggering, anxiously walking and running…
Shen Qing Shu stopped and looked at him.
Fu Si Yan slowed down his last few steps, blinked his eyes forcefully a few times, and finally saw the woman's face clearly.
The man's pale lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and falling, his breath, inch by inch, was filled with lingering fear.
Fu Si Yan rushed over and hugged her.
The two figures overlapped under the headlights, projected onto the pile of mud behind them.
At this moment, the world seemed to contain only them.
Shen Qing Shu's umbrella tilted for a moment, and cold rain fell on her.
She shivered and silently tightened her grip on the umbrella handle.
The man was soaked, his arms tightly holding her.
Hugging her very, very tightly.
"Ashu, you scared me to death, I thought you…"
Fu Si Yan's trembling voice stopped.
He closed his eyes, unwilling to say those ominous words.
The feeling of losing and regaining her made his blood boil frantically.
The past ten minutes were a hell he never wanted to experience again in his lifetime.
He couldn't control himself, he just wanted to hold her, hold her tightly and not let go.
Like a treasure, unwilling to let go.
Shen Qing Shu slightly frowned, she was almost breathless from his hug.
She softly reminded him, "Fu Si Yan, let go of me first."
"No, Ashu, I will never let go again." Fu Si Yan's voice was hoarse, with stubbornness, "Even if you hate me again in the future, I will never let go again."
Shen Qing Shu helplessly said, "You've gotten my clothes wet too."
Hearing this, Fu Si Yan was startled.
Shen Qing Shu clearly felt his strength loosen slightly.
A faint smile touched the corner of her lip, "If you let me catch a cold, Uncle Jin will scold you."
Fu Si Yan immediately let go of her, looked at her, feeling a little guilty, "Sorry, I was too excited."
"It's okay."
Glancing around, in this weather, this place was indeed not suitable for a long stay.
She raised the umbrella above the man's head, her voice soft, "The rescue team has already arrived at the foot of the mountain. This place is very dangerous, and a second landslide could happen at any time. Let's go down the mountain first."
Fu Si Yan's gaze was deep, staring at her, nodding, "Okay."
Shen Qing Shu looked at his bleeding hands, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Let's take your car. With your hands like this, you can't drive."
Fu Si Yan hid his hands behind his back, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, "It's okay, just a minor injury."
Shen Qing Shu glanced at him, and didn't argue with him, "Let's go down the mountain first."
…
Tan Yiyi drove them down the mountain.
Shen Qing Shu sat in the passenger seat, while Fu Si Yan sat in the back seat by himself.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, the rain finally subsided, and Shen Qing Shu asked Tan Yiyi to speed up.
Fu Si Yan's hand needed to be treated at the hospital immediately.
In the car, no one spoke.
The file bag that Qi Mingxuan gave was in Shen Qing Shu's bag.
…
When they arrived at the hospital, it was already past nine o'clock at night. Shen Qing Shu asked Tan Yiyi to park the car.
And she took Fu Si Yan directly to the emergency room to find the doctor on duty.
The nurse first cleaned Fu Si Yan's wounds.
After his hands were thoroughly cleaned, it was discovered that nine of Fu Si Yan's fingers were scarred, and several fingernails were even flipped up, bleeding profusely.
Even the nurse couldn't help but frown.
Shen Qing Shu stared at the missing little finger on Fu Si Yan's left hand, her brow slightly furrowed.
Fu Si Yan noticed her gaze and lowered his eyes, "The prosthetic finger is lost, I'll order a new one, it'll be quick."
Shen Qing Shu came back to her senses and turned her gaze to his face.
The man's eyebrows were lowered, his eyes showing unclear emotions.
Shen Qing Shu guessed that he didn't want her to see his missing finger.
She moved her gaze away, her voice gentle, "I'll make a phone call."
Fu Si Yan responded, "Okay."
The doctor said that Fu Si Yan's wounds were filled with mud, and to avoid infection, debridement was needed.
Debridement was quite painful, but thankfully there was local anesthesia.
…
Shen Qing Shu called Shao Qing and asked him to bring some clean clothes.
After making the call, Fu Si Yan's debridement was just finished, the doctor had applied medicine, and the nurse was bandaging him.
Shen Qing Shu walked over, looked at him, her expression still calm, "I called Shao Qing, he'll be here soon."
Fu Si Yan stared at her, "Are you leaving?"
Hearing this, Shen Qing Shu paused.
She looked at Fu Si Yan.
The man's gaze was ardent, and there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
Shen Qing Shu pursed her lips and sighed softly, "Fu Si Yan, I now know that you and Qi Mingxuan didn't get a marriage certificate, and I also know that you made many sacrifices for me. Tonight's accident was deliberately arranged by Qi Mingxuan, she was helping you."
Fu Si Yan was slightly stunned.
"You've done so much for me, I'm touched." Shen Qing Shu looked at him, her beautiful eyes reflecting the man's pale and handsome face, "You should rest and recover first, we'll talk about other things later."
Fu Si Yan's eyes lit up, "Okay."
"Now I'm going to see Xingxing." Shen Qing Shu said: "You wait here for Shao Qing, your wound needs treatment and antibiotics, so you can't go back for now."
"Okay." Fu Si Yan responded.
Shen Qing Shu turned to leave, but her wrist was grabbed by the man.
The nurse exclaimed, "What are you doing? The bandaging isn't finished yet!"
Shen Qing Shu turned around, frowning, "Fu Si Yan, let go quickly, your wound is bleeding again…"
"Are you with Han Mingyu?"
Shen Qing Shu was stunned.
Fu Si Yan's dark eyes stared at her, "Tell me, Ashu, tell me, you're not with him, right?"
Shen Qing Shu stared at his reddened eye sockets, feeling somewhat helpless.
She felt that Fu Si Yan had become much more sensitive.
"Don't overthink it, Han Mingyu and I are just friends."
Fu Si Yan's heart relaxed.
Immediately, his chest felt warm, and he felt his heart beating strongly and powerfully.
The man's eyes were slightly hot, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice low, more firm than ever before, "Ashu, I won't let go, no matter what."
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