Shiyang still nodded slightly: "Okay."
"Then I'll get busy first." Fu Jingchuan said, "You go to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when you're done."
Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."
Fu Jingchuan smiled at her and closed the door.
The room suddenly became quiet.
The master bedroom was large, and the layout was indeed similar to the master bedroom of their wedding at that time, but it was different, at least it wouldn't make her feel emotional.
Shiyang walked over and lifted up the quilt and lay down on one side of the bed.
Fu Jingchuan used a high pillow. He somewhat understood her preferences. She was not used to the pillow, and she tossed and turned several times without falling asleep.
Shiyang had to open her eyes, and when she was about to get up to change the pillow, her phone rang, and there was a WeChat video.
Shiyang picked it up and looked at it. It was Shen Yu's grandmother Huang Rongzhen who called.
Shiyang was a little hesitant, but she didn't really want to accept it. She didn't want to have too much involvement with the Shen family, but she was afraid that the old man would be disappointed.
The old man made no secret of his love and protection for her, although he regarded her as thinking about his granddaughter.
The video notification went silent during her hesitation, but quickly came back.
Shiyang glanced at the phone and picked it up hesitantly.
Huang Rongzhen's aggrieved child-like face appeared in front of the screen: "Does Yangyang not want to deal with grandma anymore?"
Shi Yang was overwhelmed with guilt.
"It's nothing, grandma, don't think too much about it." Shiyang quickly comforted her softly, "I was outside just now and didn't notice the phone ringing."
The old lady was comforted by her and a big smile appeared on her face, but she suddenly stopped when she saw the swelling on Shiyang's forehead.
The old lady nervously approached the camera of her mobile phone and looked at Shiyang anxiously: "Yangyang, what's wrong? Why are you hurt? Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, grandma, don't worry." Shiyang quickly comforted her, "I just accidentally hit the table. It's okay. It doesn't hurt."
But the old lady was completely absorbed in her own worries, and kept muttering to herself in a hurry: "Grandma, let me blow you. It won't hurt. Yangyang, don't cry. Grandma will go over and take you to the hospital right away. Don't worry, Yangyang." Waiting for grandma."
As the old lady spoke, she turned around and looked for her keys anxiously. She was about to go out. Shiyang was so startled that she tried to stop her repeatedly, but the old lady, who was already immersed in the memories of the past, couldn't hear her at all. She just kept moving in place like a headless fly. Wandering around, looking for something, he kept mumbling that he wanted to take Yangyang to the hospital. Shiyang looked worried and had a sore nose.
Fortunately, after she was lost last time, Shen Linhai had been guarding her every step of the way. When Shiyang was in a panic, Shen Linhai opened the door and walked in, hugging the old lady and constantly comforting her.
But she couldn't comfort her either. She was so worried that she was about to cry. She kept urging Shen Lin Hai to take her to take Shiyang to the hospital.
Shen Linhai had no choice but to seek help from Shiyang.
Shi Yang raised his hand to cover his forehead, leaned in front of the camera and said to Huang Rongzhen: "Grandma, I'm fine now. I don't need to go to the hospital. Look."
The anxious old lady was finally calmed down, and she came closer to the camera and kept looking at Shiyang. Maybe it was because she was in good spirits and she didn't see any wounds, so she suddenly got better.
"Then, grandma will go and make chicken soup for you, drink chicken soup, and replenish your body." The old lady murmured, "Yangyang, wait for grandma, grandma will buy you an old hen, and make chicken soup for Yangyang to replenish your body."
After saying that, he walked out tremblingly, not remembering that he hadn't hung up the phone yet.
Shiyang looked at her anxious figure, and her nose became more and more sore.
Shen Linhai stepped in front of the camera, apologized apologetically to Shiyang, told her not to mind, then hurriedly hung up the phone and chased after her.
The phone returned to calmness.
Shiyang stared at the phone for a long time, took a long breath, suppressed the emotions in her heart, got up and went to the low cabinet in the cloakroom to get a low pillow.
The low cabinet is connected to the dressing table, and there is a drawer on the upper level.
The cabinet doors and drawers adopt a push-type integrated design.
Shiyang tried to pull the cabinet door, but it didn't open. She didn't know if there were too many things inside that were stuck.
She glanced at the closet door in confusion, then moved her hand and opened the drawer.
A piece of yellowed paper with some wrinkles appeared in front of me, with the English words "DNA Paternity Test Report" vaguely visible on it.
Shiyang was a little startled.
She suddenly remembered the way Fu Jingchuan looked at her silently when he returned from taking the paternity test report in the presidential suite of the Huichen Hotel in Zurich two years ago.
At that time, his handsome face was so calm that it was almost dull, and his expression was regretful and nostalgic, with a hint of unknown contradiction.
At that time he handed her the DNA paternity test report.
She didn't open it.
The look on his face actually said the answer.
Shiyang didn't expect to see this report again.
She stared at the yellowed paper for a long time, then hesitantly reached out to the paternity test report.
