Obsessive Love, The Possessive Real Young Lady - Chapter 53

But this message, packed with so many emotions, ultimately failed to reach Su Sui’s phone.

This was entirely thanks to the ‘X’ mark displayed on the signal icon at the very top of the phone screen.

There was absolutely no signal…

Shen Jiayan frowned deeply for a long time, but her brow unfurled at that moment.

“The signal tower isn’t on the mountain,” the caregiver prompted from the side. “Use that to make contact.”

Shen Jiayan followed the direction of her finger and looked over. A European style vintage telephone sat on her bedside table.

She had initially thought it was just a decorative piece matching the overall style, but she hadn’t expected it to actually work.

But when she picked up the receiver, ready to dial, she hesitated.

Some things were better said face to face.

Inside the Shen Family Villa.

“Shen Wenshan, you’re a traitor!” Fu Jing pointed at his nose and cursed, “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be a useless person needing care for every basic need!”

“Useless? I think that word is more fitting for your son,” Shen Wenshan retorted, then stood up from his wheelchair. “If you want to protect your son, then do as I say. Otherwise, this evidence will send him to spend ten or eight years in prison.”

Shen Wenshan’s face was as dark as ink, his eyes fierce and full of calculation.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Fu Jing trembled slightly, her expression shifting and her voice becoming much sharper. “Shen Wenshan, don’t forget, Shen Shihao is your nephew! How could you be so cruel as to send him to jail!”

“Heh heh.” Shen Wenshan chuckled twice, and when his gaze swept towards Fu Jing, it was already tinged with intense anger. “Nephew? He didn’t show any regard for familial affection when he was trying to harm me back then! Why should I show regard now, and what right do you have to call me cruel!”

After saying this, Shen Wenshan turned to look out the window.

He seemed to be lost in memory, a look of recollection and pain on his face.

Thinking back, his good nephew was just like that good elder brother of his. They both loved to snatch things that didn’t belong to me!

“Do you know how my elder brother Wenhao’s legs were crippled?”

His words pulled Fu Jing back into her memories as well, the night Yang Xinjie died.

Shen Wenhao, who had left the house perfectly fine that morning, was lying on a hospital bed the next time she saw him, his legs a bloody mess.

No matter who asked him how his legs ended up that way, he would only cry out in pain, his eyes bloodshot, screaming only one sentence: “Xinjie she… is dead.”

From then on, that gentle and refined man became disabled, deaf, and mute.

“It was you!!” Fu Jing, hearing the meaningful tone in Shen Wenshan’s voice, immediately understood, staring at him through gritted teeth, “You crippled Wenhao’s legs!!”

Shen Wenshan’s lips curled into a sneer. “You can think of it that way.”

He walked up to Fu Jing, looking down into her eyes, and said slowly, “However, he did it willingly.”

“Originally, Xinjie was staying well by my side, but he tried to sneak her away while I was handling company matters. He was clearly coveting his younger brother’s wife, yet he used the absurd excuse of ‘I am imprisoning Xinjie, abusing Xinjie’ with righteous indignation. He even went so far as to cripple his own legs to exchange for Xinjie’s freedom.”

Shen Wenshan’s voice was icy, every word chilling. “My elder brother is truly generous. It’s just a pity that Xinjie would rather die in the Shen family home than leave with him.”

He extended his hand and patted Fu Jing’s shoulder. “You should be grateful. Be grateful that Xinjie didn’t leave with him back then. Otherwise, you and your good son would never have seen the light of day.”

When Shen Wenshan said these words, his expression remained placid, as if he were merely discussing someone else’s affairs.

But the calmer his demeanor, the more terrifying it was.

Because he clearly didn’t value human life at all.

“Shen Wenshan…” Fu Jing shivered uncontrollably, yet she tried to maintain her noble and elegant posture, attempting to conceal her disarray. “What do you want me to do?”

At the M City Oncology Hospital.

Gao Wei had already begun her second phase of radiation therapy.

And this time, the person staying up all night with her was Su Sui.

She was wearing a white sweater, her straight long hair cascading behind her back, and an eye patch over her right eye. Tiny bracelets jingled softly as her wrists moved.

She sat in the spot in the room that received the most sunlight, reading a book.

She was truly beautiful, especially her lovely hands, which looked exceptionally bright in the sunlight. The blue veins were faintly visible, pure and exquisite like an uncarved piece of jade, resembling an artwork painted by an artist.

Perhaps due to the loss of one eye, she held the book unusually far away.

So far away that Gao Wei wondered if she could even make out the words.

“Why aren’t you talking anymore?” Su Sui turned a page, but her gaze didn’t shift toward Gao Wei at all.

Gao Wei snapped back to attention and continued narrating what Shen Jiayan had said on the phone. “She said her eyes can now adapt to strong light and the recovery is going very well.”

After speaking, she glanced at Su Sui. “If you miss her, you can call her yourself. Why do you keep hanging around me?”

“I paid for this hospital room,” Su Sui looked up at her. “Do I need someone’s permission to stay in a place I paid for?”

The “someone” in Su Sui’s words was too obvious in its implication.

Facing Su Sui’s powerful aura, Gao Wei always seemed to feel inexplicably subdued. “Well, not exactly.”

“It’s just that, I think you two should just talk directly next time, without me being a go-between.”

Recently, Shen Jiayan had been calling quite frequently, saying she was bored over there and wanted to chat.

But in reality, nine out of ten sentences were her subtly probing for Su Sui’s recent situation, almost asking by name if Su Sui was feeling better or if her eyes were uncomfortable.

Gao Wei always brushed her off, perhaps out of a personal motive, or perhaps out of jealousy.

Gao Wei didn’t want to reveal too much about Su Sui’s condition to Shen Jiayan, so she feigned ignorance and pretended not to understand.

It was fortunate that Su Sui had some sense of morality and didn’t ask her to put it on speakerphone, but it still made Gao Wei very uncomfortable, giving her the constant feeling of being monitored.

Su Sui ignored her and continued immersing herself in the text.

Gao Wei also stopped pressing the issue.

The two attended to their own matters, so quiet that even the sound of their breathing could be heard.

After an unknown amount of time.

“Regarding finding a matching bone marrow donor,” Su Sui closed her book and stood up. “You haven’t mentioned it to Jiayan, have you?”

“No,” Gao Wei looked at Su Sui’s furrowed brow with a start, a vague sense of unease creeping into her heart. “The bone marrow transplant… is it difficult?”

Su Sui glanced at her, her tone displeased. “Very difficult.”

“W-why?” Her breathing became rapid. “Is it because…”

“I’ll handle it myself,” Su Sui said. “In short, you don’t need to worry about it, and don’t tell Jiayan.”

Su Sui looked at Gao Wei, who was tightly pursing her lips with a pale face, appearing utterly defeated. She didn’t bother to engage with her further and turned to walk towards the hospital room door.

After she drove away, Fu Jing arrived here, following Shen Wenshan’s instructions.

Fu Jing was very familiar with this hospital. Her grandfather had been an oncology expert here, back when cancer was a taboo subject. Having an oncology expert in the family meant the Fu family thrived, because everyone, regardless of their official position or wealth, eventually succumbed to birth, aging, sickness, and death. In the face of these four words, everyone was relatively equal.

She walked into the hospital and, relying on her familiarity, made her way directly to the director’s office.

Her grandfather had been the current director’s mentor, making the director only about seven or eight years her senior.

Due to this connection, Fu Jing was quite familiar with the director of this hospital.

She knocked on the door.

“Come in!” a hearty voice called from inside.

Fu Jing pushed the door open and walked in.

A man in his fifties or sixties sat in his chair, smiling warmly at Fu Jing. “A rare visitor, a rare visitor.”

Fu Jing also smiled. “Director Liu, you’re too kind.”

Director Chen waved his hand, personally brewed a cup of tea, and brought it to her.

Only then did he ask Fu Jing, “What brings you here to see me?”

He knew Fu Jing too well; she had been snobbish since she was young. Back when he was a poor student interning with Elder Fu at the hospital, he had been slighted by her more than once.

Fu Jing not only looked down on him but also treated him like a slave, making him run errands, carry things, deliver meals, and often asked him to do housework and wash dishes.

Although these were all things of the past, he still remembered the look in Fu Jing’s eyes at the time contemptuous and filled with disgust.

“I do have something I need your help with today,” Fu Jing took a sip of the hot tea, set the cup down, and got straight to the point. “I want to see a medical record from you.”

Director Liu was startled. “A medical record? Is it for a relative?”

Fu Jing shook her head and explained, “It’s not a relative, it’s the daughter of a friend. I want to know how her condition is doing.”

Director Liu looked troubled. “That’s probably not possible. You know, patient records are private information; we at the hospital cannot casually disclose patient details.”

“Director Liu…” Fu Jing started to say something more, but he immediately stood up and interrupted her. “I have a meeting to attend. Please have a seat for a while, I’ll be right back.”

Fu Jing stared at him as he left through gritted teeth, knowing he was avoiding the issue. She could only curse him silently in her heart but dared not act presumptuously.

Disappointed, she left the director’s office. Using the name on a payment receipt, she found her way to the door of Gao Wei’s ward.

Meanwhile, Su Sui sat in the car, worried about the bone marrow issue.

She couldn’t understand why, out of the whole world, it had to be Shen Shihao. Even if it were Shen Wenshan, she would have a way to make him willingly donate marrow.

But the person in question was Shen Shihao, who was completely uncooperative, selfish, and saw her as an enemy. Persuading him to willingly donate marrow would truly be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Su Sui had considered giving up on the matter more than once.

After all, Gao Wei had nothing to do with her, and she shouldn’t have to compromise her own interests or humble herself for this issue.

However…

Whenever she thought this way, Shen Jiayan’s face would pop up in her mind, refusing to leave.

If Gao Wei died, Jiayan would be very sad, right?

She would surely cry her eyes out, right?

If Jiayan knew she stood by and did nothing to help, she would hate me, wouldn’t she?

Su Sui clenched her fist, her eyes shadowed with gloom.

Since she couldn’t bring herself to stand by and do nothing, she could only try.

Su Sui picked up her phone and dialed a number.