uan smiled gently: "I think it's about time. You're so busy, how could I possibly ask you to pick me up."Fu Lingxiao pursed his thin lips, "This is my workplace. You're not welcome here. Don't do this...The first thing Mu Xing felt when he regained consciousness was hunger, followed by pain.

She frowned just slightly, and a warm hand immediately touched her cheek, the fingertips gently kneading her brow with a soothing touch.

The moment she opened her eyes, the hand that was resting on her cheek had moved to shield her eyes from the blinding light.

The man sat by the hospital bed, leaning forward with his tall frame. "Baby, you're awake."

His eyes, as dark as ink, held a faint, gentle smile. However, his brow remained furrowed with worry.

"Uncle..."

Mu Xing held onto the large hand hovering above her eyes, pulling it down to cover her cheek. She gently rubbed her face against his palm, like a coquettish kitten.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Fu Lingxiao was more afraid than worried, the little girl's injury was to an artery. If they had come back one step later, the situation would have been dangerous.

The EKG monitor at the head of the bed showed everything was normal, but the little girl's overly pale face still sent his heart racing. "Do you feel any pain anywhere now"

Mu Xing nodded. "Yes."

Fu Lingxiao's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked anxiously, "Where are you uncomfortable I'll call Yu Rong over immediately."

He reached out just to press the call button when the little girl rushed up to him, mischievously smiling and saying: "My stomach hurts, Uncle. I'm hungry."

"Little thing, trying to scare me, are you"

Fu Lingxiao pressed the call button, pinched the little girl's cheek, and took out his phone to call Wu Butler to bring some food over.

Yu Rong hurried over and checked Mu Xing, saying, "The current situation is stable. As long as the wound doesn't get infected, there will be no problem."

Fu Lingxiao let out a sigh of relief, then finally relaxed.

Yu Rong removed the monitoring equipment.

When Musen was unconscious, Wu the Butler had already gone to the Medical Building. Afraid of disturbing Musen's rest, he didn't stay long and returned to the villa to wait for news. This wait lasted until late at night.

Upon receiving a call from the young master of his house, he immediately packed up the prepared meal and delivered it to the Medical Building.

Upon arriving at the ward and seeing with his own eyes that Mu Xing was fine, Wu Guanjia's worry finally subsided. He walked in with a smile, carrying the meal, "Little Mu Xing, Uncle brought you food."

Mu Xing's face was pale, but her eyes sparkled like stars. "Wow! Butler, what delicious food is this"

As he spoke, he tried to get up, though his body was weak.

As soon as the little girl heard that there was food, she instantly regained her energy. Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but chuckle softly. She was truly a little glutton.

He got up and sat on the bed, picking up the little girl and letting her lean against his chest.

Wu, the housekeeper, pushed the movable dining table over and took out the dishes one by one, placing them carefully. "These," he said, "are all specially prepared by your Uncle Jiang for you."

Pig liver soup, spinach, duck blood, stewed chicken, etc., are all foods that replenish blood and nourish the body.

Having arranged the dishes, Butler Wu poured a bowl of rice congee and handed it to his young master. He then stood by, grinning, watching as always, he loved seeing his young master and Little Mu Xing showing affection for each other.

The porridge was brought to her lips, Mu Xing swallowed nervously and looked up at the man, "Little uncle, have you eaten"

Facing the little girl's concerned gaze, Fu Lingxiao hooked his lips, "En, I've eaten."

The fact is, he had been guarding Mu Xing the whole time. He hadn't even eaten a meal, let alone taken a sip of water. Even the bloodstains on his hands were washed off by Butler Wu when he splashed some water on him.

Mu Xing naturally didn't know. Hearing him say he had eaten, she ate with peace of mind.

After dinner, Mu Xing leaned against the man's arms and fell asleep again in a daze. Fu Lingxiao held her for a while, estimating that she was mostly digested, before putting her back on the sickbed.

Uncle Wu knew he hadn't eaten and worried that his stomach couldn't handle it. He whispered, "Young Master, I'll stay here with Xiaomuxing. You go have a meal first, and wash up while you're at it, change your clothes."

The young master's cleanliness is so severe, I imagine it must have been very hard for him to endure until now.

Fu Lingxiao glanced at the little girl soundly asleep, let out a soft hum, and got up to leave.

He didn't go to eat, but went alone to Villa No. 6.

Villa Number Six.

A plain-clothed middle-aged man sat in a chair by the window, looking up at the bright moon hanging high outside.

The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight that fell upon him, coating him in a layer of silvery frost. He sat motionless, his expression vacant.

Until the door was suddenly pushed open, light flooded the room, and a low voice came: "Lu Yuan."

Lu Yuan retracted his gaze, slowly turning around. When he saw the figure standing at the doorway, his lifeless eyes gradually darkened.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Indeed, the son of Fu Zong. Not ordinary at all."

He originally looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but when he smiled, he suddenly exuded a valiant and imposing air.

"You shouldn't be asking me why I came to see you first."

Fu Lingxiao's gaze was deep as he stared at Lu Yuan, taking a step towards him. "Or are you already guessing"

Lu Yuan remained composed, "The Fu family sought me out simply to silence me. Twelve years ago, I had family who needed to hide. Now, I am alone and have nothing left to lose."

Shut up

Fu Lingxiao frowned, "Why would I silence you Speak plainly."

"You don't know" Lu Yuan's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. "If it wasn't about silencing, then what did you ask me to do"

Fu Lingxiao temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and said, “Twelve years ago, about the fire at the Mu family, how much do you know”

Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then as if he had heard something funny, his lips curled into a smile. The deep smile caused his chest to vibrate.

Fu Lingxiao's face was gloomy, his eyes dyed with gloom. He pursed his thin lips and looked at Lu Yuan coldly like that.

For a while, Lu Yuan stopped laughing and met his cold gaze. "You should ask your dear father about that."

"Having said that, he suddenly remembered something, “Oh, no, he's been dead for ages, you can't ask him now.”

Fu Lingxiao understood the meaning behind Lu Yuan's words. He was astonished, a trace of frost creeping into his profound eyes, "What do you mean"

"Don't you understand yet The fire at the Mu family's mansion, it was your dear father who did it. He set the fire, murdered everyone in the family. How cruel! And the most ridiculous part is, I've been hiding from you for twelve years, and you don't know a thing."

After finishing his words, Lu Yuan burst into a smile.

Fu Lingxiao stood there tall and straight, silently watching Lu Yuan. His black pupils seemed still at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they were a storm brewing.

Could the fire that destroyed Mu's family truly have been the work of his father

As far as he knew, the Fu family and the Mu family had no dealings with each other in the past, let alone any grudges. His father had no reason to attack the Mu family. Or was there something else he didn't know about

Fu Lingxiao pressed down on all his emotions, his voice betraying no fluctuation. "You say he's my father What's your reason What's your evidence" apple rolled.In the half hour he waited for Mu Xing, he had already envisioned this possibility and even thought about how to comfort her. But when the imagined situation became reality, he couldn't...