Chapter 320: Volume 1_Chapter 320 Prison Cell (5)

Volume 1_Chapter 320 Prison Cell (5)

In the end, Jiang Zhi still sat beside the table having breakfast, just about to pick up her chopsticks, when the man's faint voice sounded again.

"Am I a wolf or tiger? You're so unwilling to sit beside me?"

Jiang Zhi paused her movement, rose slowly and walked to the seat to the right of the host, lifting her eyes to ask: "Master Fu, is this alright?"

Her tone held not a trace of resentment or reluctance; she obeyed his words completely, as if she had already placed her status at the level of a servant.

Fu Shao Huai: "Hmm."

He was very pleased with the obedient, well-behaved girl; when he grew tired of her, he would send her to a good place.

A lover, being sensible is enough.

Jiang Zhi looked at the Western‑Chinese spread set before her by the servant—varied and abundant; the meal on this table was costly, beyond what an ordinary family could afford.

She had eaten breakfast at the Jiang residence before; although it was also rich, it could not compare to the Fu manor—no wonder the Fu family, which rose in business, holds a pivotal position in military and political affairs and even controls the black‑and‑white arms trade. In this country, arms are extremely important, and next comes antiques.

The antique trade had long been restricted by the state; not long ago, the authority to control this channel was handed to Fu Shao Huai, whose power and influence are overwhelming, making him the object that all powerful nobles seek to curry favor with.

Jiang Zhi has a small appetite; she ate a small bowl of congee and then stopped.

"Are you full?" Fu Shao Huai never wastes food; over half of what's on the table goes into his stomach.

Jiang Zhi nodded.

Fu Shao Huai gazed at her slender, frail figure, narrowed his eyes, and pushed the two plates of pastries prepared for her toward her: "Eat all of these."

So thin, a gust of wind would blow her away.

Jiang Zhi responded, picked up the long chopsticks, and chewed and swallowed in small bites.

After finishing those two plates of pastries, she suppressed the urge to vomit and wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief.

She eats very slowly; having been subjected to many rules since childhood, every frown and smile reveals meticulousness.

Fu Shao Huai despises rules the most and also cannot stand those who put on airs.

Faced with the quiet, serene girl before him, he was extraordinarily unconventional—the more he looked, the more he liked her.

"Are you full?" he asked again.

Jiang Zhi wanted to reply, but her throat felt blocked.

She suddenly rose, covered her mouth, and hurriedly left the dining room.

The servant passing by saw this and was about to follow up to ask what was wrong, but the man hurried after her with quick steps.

"Go call Qiao Yu!" he said, his eyelids twitching heavily as he spoke in a low voice.

He followed her to the front of the restroom.

The door was locked; through the crack one could hear the sound of water running from the sink inside, as well as a weak, kitten‑like panting.

"What's wrong? Open the door!" He knocked, the force not light, the door thudding, echoing down the whole hallway.

Jiang Zhi's fingers weakly turned off the faucet; her body swayed, she collapsed against the cold wall and fainted.

Soon after.

The restroom door was pried open; when Fu Shao Huai saw the girl lying unconscious on the floor, his brows knotted tightly, and the gloomy, vicious fury and madness in his eyes could no longer be restrained.

He scooped her up horizontally and strode quickly to the bedroom, shouting outward: "Has Qiao Yu's mother not come yet?"

Qiao Yu, who hadn't even had time to eat breakfast, heard this; his hairs stood on end, he felt light‑headed, and he weakly replied: "Qiao Yu's mother can't come."

Fu Shao Huai paced back and forth by the bed, as if on the verge of explosion, his dark, deep narrow eyes fixed on him as he said: "Quickly see what's wrong with her."

Qiao Yu had never seen him so anxious over a person; shock filled his eyes, and he gained a new understanding of the girl's identity.

He took out a stethoscope, finished the check shortly, and asked doubtfully: "Master Fu, what did she eat?"

Fu Shao Huai's emotions were unstable; he glanced sideways and coldly said: "Breakfast!"

Qiao Yu was nearly breaking into a sweat from anxiety; he turned and asked: "What did she eat in the breakfast?"

Fu Shao Huai raised a finger to press his forehead, squeezing it hard, and said: "Congee, congee and..."

His memory fails when ill; the waiting steward Wang Guan Jia came over and said: "A small bowl of white congee, and two plates of pastries."

Qiao Yu widened his eyes in disbelief: "Two plates? Doesn't she know her own capacity?"

For a heart condition, overeating is taboo; eating two plates of pastries at once is essentially chronic suicide.

Wang Guan Jia's expression was off: "No… it wasn't Miss Jiang who was supposed to eat them."

Qiao Yu understood; looking at the anxious, worried man beside him, he could not tell at once whether he wanted the girl to live or to die.

"Master Fu, a person with heart disease absolutely cannot eat too much in one meal." He said, taking out a fine needle, preparing to give a round of acupuncture to the unconscious person on the bed.

Fu Shao Huai clenched his fists, firmly suppressing the viciousness in his eyes.

He had ordered her to eat those two plates of pastries; she had no complaint, and regardless of whether she could manage it, she forced herself to finish them cleanly.

Is this her way of repaying him? Is it just blind obedience?

Fu Shao Huai turned and abruptly left the bedroom.

Wang Guan Jia worriedly wanted to follow, but Qiao Yu stopped him.

"His situation is very dangerous now; you'd better not follow him, let him be quiet on his own." Qiao Yu knows him best; seeing his state, he knows something is off.

Wang Guan Jia said thanks.

Qiao Yu inserted the fine needle, curious, and asked: "What exactly is going on with this girl? I actually didn't know Master Fu cared so much about someone."

Wang Guan Jia whispered: "She came a couple of days ago applying for the position of family physician; I'm not clear either."

"A couple of days ago?" Qiao Yu didn't believe it: "You see him treating her like a treasure—how could they have only known each other for two days? She must have been acquainted with Master Fu long before."

Wang Guan Jia looked at him without speaking.

Qiao Yu realized that he had followed Fu Shao Huai for so long, knowing his affairs best; he had also seen her before by Master Fu's side.

"Holy shit, it's really only two days?" He stared, stunned: "I never thought Master Fu would be the type to fall in love at first sight."

Wang Guan Jia didn't pick up the thread, but instead worriedly asked: "Young Master Qiao, is she alright?"

Qiao Yu shrugged and said: "You still don't believe in my medical skills? If I can come, she'll be fine. What she ate earlier has already been vomited out; I'll just steady her heart a bit, and she'll wake up soon."

Wang Guan Jia let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Qiao Yu asked: "You're very worried about her?"

Wang Guan Jia explained anxiously: "I... I just saw that her personality is very like my granddaughter, so I took a little extra care of her."

Qiao Yu smiled.

Wang Guan Jia sighed, speaking pityingly: "She's quite miserable; she contracted this illness at birth, and her parents even abandoned her at the hospital, paying no heed. Now they've even sent her to the Fu family..."

Qiao Yu listened with a sigh and said: "Being able to survive until now is also thanks to her good fortune."

Wang Guan Jia lowered his voice: "Actually I think she's a match for the Marshal, just..."

He trailed off as he spoke.

Qiao Yu followed his lead and continued: "Just that Master Fu already has a marriage arranged? Hehe, no need to worry—Master Fu won't do anything he doesn't want to, not even if his own father tries to force him."

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and soon a figure entered the bedroom, interrupting their conversation.

"Marshal... Marshal." Wang Guan Jia called out hastily.