Chapter 211: We Are One Family

Two men were quietly vying with each other, neither willing to be the first to shut up.

"I won't trouble Mr. Zhong Yun with matters concerning me and Wanwan; after all, this is a private affair between the two of us as a married couple."

Hearing that, Zhong Yun also realized that Fu Sijue had discovered Lu Xiwán's identity.

He therefore saw no need to keep it hidden any longer.

"So President Fu still remembers that you and Wanwan are married! I thought President Fu had long forgotten Wanwan's existence; after all, over the years there have been many darlings around President Fu."

When talking about those past troubles, Zhong Yun was seething with anger, wishing he could beat Fu Sijue on the spot.

Now he still has the nerve to brag about this in front of him; Fu Sijue truly is shameless.

"The past incidents were all misunderstandings—"

"You call it a misunderstanding, you call it a misunderstanding? All talk, no substance—President Fu really knows how to joke!"

The louder they spoke, the clearer Lu Xiwán could hear it from inside.

Yao Yao unintentionally tightened her grip on Lu Xiwán's hand; Lu Xiwán patted her head, turned, and hurried out.

"Please, we're still in the hospital; whatever you have to say, say it quickly."

When Lu Xiwán stepped out, the two remained silent, both sitting there with stone‑cold faces; a passerby might think someone owed them money.

"I warn both of you—Xi Xi is still recuperating; be careful!"

Lu Xiwán's warning did have some effect; at least no strange noises came from outside anymore.

Yao Yao looked at Xi Xi, lying on the hospital bed with a pale complexion, a look of melancholy on her face.

"It's all because I didn't take good care of little Xi Xi."

When trouble arose, he was the first to shoulder the blame; Lu Xiwán quickly comforted him.

"It's not Yao Yao's fault; Xi Xi caught a chill, and you're not a deity—you can't attend to everything."

With that remark, Yao Yao's sense of guilt lessened a bit.

Lu Xiwán finally let out a sigh of relief.

Taking the child out of the ward, Lu Xiwán hurriedly urged Fu Sijue to take him to school.

Only then did she have time to address Zhong Yun.

"The child is still inside; Senior Brother, why do you have to argue with him?"

Zhong Yun, still feeling aggrieved, said, "You entered and he immediately wanted to follow; who could know if he intended harm? I only blocked him briefly; who could expect him to push further."

Hearing that excuse, Lu Xiwán could only laugh and cry helplessly.

A Fu Family CEO and a distinguished Medical Saint quarreling over such a trivial matter—if this got out, who would believe it?

"Senior Brother, you really should curb your temper; if Fu Sijue sends someone to pick a fight after we step out today, I won't be able to handle it."

It was meant as a joke, but Zhong Yun suddenly looked serious, solemnly pulling out his phone to contact someone.

Lu Xiwán quickly stopped him, cutting off the out‑of‑place action.

"Are you still children? How can you not tolerate your own emotions?"

Zhong Yun grew angrier, simply stood up, flicked his sleeves, and prepared to leave.

As he left, he tossed a remark at Lu Xiwán.

"I'm doing this for your own good; if it weren't for these few trivial things, how could I… "

Back when Lu Xiwán was rescued by the Luo Family, she looked pitifully helpless; even after all these years, Zhong Yun hasn't forgotten.

Now things have improved.

This junior sister has grown up, her wings have hardened, and now she even knows how to teach him a lesson.

Zhong Yun, already hot‑tempered, grew angrier the more he thought about it, and vanished in a flash; Lu Xiwán couldn't even keep up.

She simply went back to the ward to keep watch.

She understood Zhong Yun's temper—he comes fast and leaves fast.

It would subside after a while.

It was just that Lu Xiwán didn't expect to see Fu Sijue again at the ward entrance.