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The Fu Family had been in B City for a long time, while the He Family was average as well. These two great forces were normally existences that people looked up to, but now that this farce had occurred, it was unknown how many people were sitting behind them, waiting for the benefits.

Fu Huayong left the hospital in a hurry and went to Fu's. In the past few days, the company had been doing a lot of things and as a result, many projects had stalled. Fu Huayong sat on the boss's chair.

Fu Huayong also naturally discovered it, and said with a low voice. "I've worked hard these past few days."

"Other than these, what other situation does He Family have?"

"Miss He Jia is making a ruckus."

Under the secret control of the He Family and the Fu family, the matter of Ning Jin being injured was suppressed. However, not long after, there was more explosive news.

After Fu Huayong left the Fu Clan, he immediately picked up the cold phone and rushed to the company.

There was a rare look of worry on his face as he looked at Fu Huayong and said, "CEO, at 4: 44 PM, another piece of news was reported. It was recorded that he had stabbed and injured the Young Mistress' bodyguard, indicating that everything was a secret command from the He Family, that they would try to silence Fu Huayong after the incident."

Fu Huayong frowned, his hands folded across each other, his face showing no sign of relief, "Who is the publisher?"

"I don't know. The enemy's whereabouts have been completely hidden."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the atmosphere immediately became quiet. No one had been able to find the person who posted the news. This incident was more interesting than usual.

"Don't let the old tutor and the others know about this beforehand."

Old Lady Rong was already lying on the sickbed. If the old man did not manage to live on, the situation would become difficult to assess.

After he left the office, Fu Huayong sat on the boss's chair and thought about it. His straight pants had a outline of 1.8 meters long legs, his body slightly turned as he looked out the window. The B City which was in the middle of the day was not as luxurious as the night, but it also had a majestic atmosphere, so much so that it reached the top of the roof of the clouds.

The person sitting on the cloud might, in the next moment, be as insignificant as the dust of an ant on the ground.

As night fell, the people who had been working hard during the day began to release themselves wantonly. Ning Jin who was lying on his sickbed felt that his body was about to turn mouldy, a young man who was still full of energy was lying on his bed everyday. He also had to endure the torture of sickness from time to time.

"Young madam, don't you need to eat some of this food?"

nurse looked at Ning Jin who had not eaten since noon as he asked with a troubled face. Young Master Fu had said that he had to take good care of Young Mistress, if he knew that Young Mistress had stopped eating, she would have lost her job.

Ning Jin looked out of the window, as if he had not heard nurse's question, his eyes revealed a gloominess he had never seen before, as if he had lost interest in everything.

She didn't want to be like this. The feeling of being abandoned was really quite unbearable.

Ever since she had been hospitalized, other than Fu Huayong, who he had met once when she woke up, he had never seen her before. She was lonely in the past, but he knew that there would be people who would worry about her.

"Young Mistress, have some."

The nurse tried to make Ning Jin return to normal, but Ning Jin replied with the same answer: "Put that away, I will eat it myself."

The nurse looked at the table and was immediately speechless.

But helplessly, he could only do as he was told.

The silence of the night was even more frightening, and there was not a single sound from the surroundings. couldn't help but think back to the days when He Jia was still with someone, and didn't expect that the last person had also left.

When he opened his eyes to the early morning, he closed them but his heart was still clear. Suddenly, he heard a creaking sound beside his ear. He opened his eyes all the way until he heard footsteps beside his ear.

"How are you?"

Hearing the voice, he immediately knew who it was. "How did you find the time to come and see me?"

Fu Huayong smirked but did not say a word, he followed Ning Jin's gaze towards the window, hoping that he would be like her, undisturbed.

He worked at the company until midnight, and he was the only one left. When his eyes left the documents, he thought of her figure, and calculated that he hadn't seen her for some time.

When he regained his senses, he was already standing in the doorway of the ward. He wanted to see her because she was suffering from the same illness.

"Did you look at your cell phone?"

Ning Jin shook his head. He was in such a bad mood that he still had time to play with his phone.

Fu Huayong's eyes wandered around the room, his drooping back straightened up, until he saw the cold dishes on the table.

"You haven't eaten?"

This was no longer a question.

Ning Jin did not say anything, and silently agreed.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

In the past, Ning Jin's body would never get fat, but his body was only around 1.65 kilograms. Luckily, with the growth of his body where it should be, his face was always round, but after staying in the courtyard for a few days, his round face had turned into a oval face, and his body no longer had its usual vitality.

He had experienced a lot these past few days.

"Have you contacted He Jia before?"

After a long while, Fu Huayong asked while looking out of the window. His voice was faint, faint to the point that it would disappear if the wind blew.

Ning Jin laughed, but it was bitter, how to contact them? How could she take the initiative if she didn't contact him? It wasn't because he was reserved or something, but because she didn't want to make things difficult for him.

Ning Jin's silence gave him an answer, and Fu Huayong continued to ask: "If this matter was planned by He Family, what would happen to you?"

Ning Jin's wandering gaze suddenly stopped, and turned towards Fu Huayong: "What do you want to say?"

Fu Huayong raised his brows and did not directly answer: "Maybe you can take a look at your phone."

Ning Jin finally understood that something big must have happened.

"Is it related to He Jia again? For example, the one who stabbed my bodyguard was arranged by the He Family?"

Fu Huayong did not say anything, this woman was not stupid.

Anyone could guess what would happen, but thinking about this, Ning Jin's chest felt extremely heavy, and he had already planned beforehand to stab her. How much hatred did he have for her to do this?