Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Fu Jichen received a call from the old house’s landline. The nanny was on the other end, anxiously saying that the first madam had vomited blood and refused to go to the hospital. She didn’t know what to do and could only call him.

Fu Jichen put down his work, left the company, and drove himself back to the old house.

Hearing the sound of the car engine shutting off in the yard, the nanny hurried to open the door.

All day long, the nanny was at a loss for words, only feeling that the entire house was shrouded in a cloud, just like the gloomy weather.

Fu Jichen put down the car keys, changed his shoes, and walked into the house, his voice indifferent: "Wasn’t her health supposed to be improving? Why did she suddenly vomit blood?"

The nanny started recounting from the beginning: Around ten in the morning, the first madam went out for a while, and when she returned, she seemed off. When she greeted her, she didn’t hear, and distractedly went upstairs.

Not long after, when she went to deliver medicine to the first madam, she heard the sound of things being smashed in the room. She and Miss found a spare key and entered to check the situation. The first madam was emotionally unstable and pushed Miss down. Her hand was cut by the shards of porcelain, and they had a doctor come to bandage it.

After that, the first madam woke the old master with a few pages of paper, talked with him about something unknown, and then locked herself in the room, crying and laughing, lighting something on fire, with the smell of burning coming from the room.

The nanny originally went upstairs to deliver medicine to Wei Ronghua—medicine she had prepared earlier but hadn’t drunk. Unexpectedly, she smelled smoke outside the door, and terrified, she rushed downstairs to call the housekeeper.

The housekeeper sought the old master’s instruction and broke the door open, seeing the first madam collapsed on the floor with a pile of burning books and scrap paper beside her.

If they arrived any later, the curtains hanging on the ground might have caught fire.

The housekeeper went over to help her up and found a pool of bloodstains by her feet. When they tried to take her to the hospital, she struggled, shook her head, and somehow pulled out a fruit knife and held it against her neck, her eyes bloodshot, refusing to see a doctor. If anyone came any closer, she would die right there.

The housekeeper dared not move her, hurriedly retreated from the room, and before leaving, remembered to grab a basin of water to put out the fire.

That’s when the nanny called Fu Jichen.

They were really at a loss, thinking that Fu Jichen was the first madam’s most beloved son and that she would listen to her son even if she wouldn’t listen to others.

The nanny spoke while leading Fu Jichen upstairs, her peripheral vision catching his tall figure, couldn’t help but sigh.

Some things, as a servant, she wasn’t in a position to say. She really believed that since the master’s death, the first madam’s mental state had deteriorated. If it continued, she didn’t know what frightening things she might do.

"Brother, you’re back." Fu Yuling stood at the second-floor staircase entrance, seeing the travel-worn Fu Jichen, she took the initiative to approach and showed him her injured hand, "Be careful, Mom doesn’t even recognize me now. I tried to comfort her, and she just pushed me away."

Fu Yuling already knew the reason. She wasn’t the mother’s biological daughter. Her mother had once been pregnant with a pair of twins, but they died, and having just learned the truth, she was surely heartbroken, unable to bear it. Her brother also wasn’t the mother’s child, and it might hit her harder seeing him, as he was the child of their father and his first love.

She didn’t want her brother to get hurt like she did.

"Mom’s current condition should be forcibly sent to the hospital for treatment; her mental and psychological health have failed. We can’t help her no matter how much we try..." Fu Yuling followed Fu Jichen’s pace, turning her head to speak to him.

Fu Jichen didn’t respond to her.

Wei Ronghua’s room door was wide open, the whole room filled with various broken miscellaneous items, a pile of books burned into black ash, extinguished by water and turning into a blackish mud, with an unpleasant smell permeating the air.

Wei Ronghua sat barefoot, leaning by the bedside, her legs tilted to one side, hands spread on her legs, her disheveled hair blocking her entire face, like a puppet.

Fu Jichen walked in, standing a step away from her.

The nanny, afraid of stimulating Wei Ronghua, waited in the corridor, rubbing her hands together, looking at the scene in the room from afar, worried and anxious.

In Wei Ronghua’s lowered sight appeared a pair of dark gray cloth slippers and the hem of neatly pressed black suit pants. Her rigid limbs moved a bit, brushed the hair off her face, and looked at the person in front of her.

Fu Jichen was very tall, and seated on the ground, Wei Ronghua had to crane her neck to see his face.

Her gaze lingered on that handsome face, her mind flashing to the photo she had torn to shreds and burned, her pupils suddenly dilating, mouth opening, issuing a hoarse line: "You knew all along, didn’t you?"

Fu Jichen bent a leg, squatted down to look at her: "Knew what?" After a pause, his voice was calm, "The nanny said you vomited blood, and if you’re feeling unwell, you need to go to the hospital, don’t force it."

Wei Ronghua raised her voice, repeating the same line: "You knew all along, didn’t you?"

Fu Jichen’s eyes were pitch black, with no evident emotional fluctuations: "I don’t understand what you’re saying." He tried to fulfill his duty as a son, "Get up and change clothes, I’ll take you to the hospital."

Wei Ronghua reached out and grabbed his suit collar, words squeezing through her teeth with hatred: "Why don’t you admit it? You know everything, that’s why you’re so cold to me."

She thought it was just his nature, but now the truth was laid bare before her, and recalling Fu Jichen’s attitude toward her, she could no longer deceive herself.

Fu Zhengjun knew, Fu Jichen knew, who else in this family knew?

Was she the only fool?

Fu Jichen’s originally calm eyes showed a slight ripple, which he quickly concealed. He took the opportunity to grip Wei Ronghua’s wrist, pulling his collar free, and turned to the housekeeper outside the door, saying: "Ask Housekeeper Li to prepare the car and take Mother to the hospital."

The housekeeper in the corridor outside heard his command, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried downstairs to make arrangements.

However, that word "Mother" sounded utterly sarcastic to Wei Ronghua.

"Since when did you stop even calling me ’Mom’? How dare you say you don’t know?!" Wei Ronghua’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, grabbing a fruit knife hidden behind her back and stabbing at Fu Jichen, "You’re a heartless ingrate! People say the grace of raising exceeds the grace of birth. I raised you with such effort, yet in your heart, I still can’t compare to that birth mother you’ve never even seen! If that’s the case, then go accompany her! Your family of three should reunite peacefully!"

Fu Jichen was unprepared, the cold knife pierced into his abdomen, a wave of severe pain struck, and a fine layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.

"Brother!" Fu Yuling’s eyes widened as she rushed over and pushed Wei Ronghua aside, her concern for Fu Jichen unhidden, "You need to get to the hospital!"

Wei Ronghua was pushed hard and fell, her forehead hitting the bedside cabinet, supporting herself with her elbow on the floor, still holding the knife, the tip bloodied, dripping onto the floor. Check latest chapters at novᴇlfire.net

She watched Fu Yuling rush to Fu Jichen’s side, covering his bleeding wound, and recalling the image of her being pushed aside so forcefully, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

Sometimes you have to admit, blood is a magical thing.

The pair of "children" before her were both ingrates.

The housekeeper notified the household manager to prepare the car, but no one came down, so he returned upstairs and witnessed the most horrifying scene of his life. The grand madam held a knife, eyes manic, the eldest young master wounded in the abdomen, clutching the wound with one hand, blood seeping between his fingers, staining the back of his hand, trailing in a path.

Who stabbed him was obvious without saying.

Compared to Wei Ronghua, it was Fu Jichen who needed immediate hospital care.

The old man heard that his most beloved grandson was stabbed by Wei Ronghua, and his face turned extremely unpleasant, leaving the housekeeper to look after things at the hospital while he went to find Wei Ronghua.

She was smashing and breaking things at home, even starting fires, nearly causing a disaster. The old man had already been informed by the housekeeper, and he chose not to reprimand her, understanding that she was upset and also feeling guilty, unwilling to criticize her further.

No matter how dissatisfied she was, she shouldn’t have resorted to violence.

"The matters back then were all my decisions. I understand you have grievances, but Jichen is innocent, why take your anger out on him!" The old man’s tone was heavy, "He may not be your flesh and blood, but there is affection from raising him."

Wei Ronghua laughed, pushing herself up from the floor with her hand on the edge of the bed, letting the blood-stained fruit knife fall to the ground with a clear clanging sound.

The skin on the right side of her forehead was broken, the blood trickling down to hang at the corner of her eye, looking terrifying.

Wei Ronghua stared directly at the old man, enduring the pain in her chest, loudly questioning: "He’s innocent, so am I not? Raising the child of my husband’s first love as my own for thirty years! Which family’s noble matriarch has done what I have? It’s a complete disgrace! Dad, what right do you have to stand up for your grandson? Do you not fear I’ll spill the secrets and let everyone judge for themselves?"

The old man trembled with anger, his face worsening: "Do you want to destroy the Fu Family before you’re satisfied? What will you gain from that?"

"I gain nothing, but it lets me vent my anger!" Wei Ronghua shouted with all her strength, "Better that than driving myself to death!"

The old man weakly said, "In the end, Jichen is Zhengjun’s flesh and blood."

"Fu Zhengjun is dead! He didn’t care about me while alive, why should I care about him?!"

Wei Ronghua shouted out these words, finally exhausting all her energy, and fainted without warning.