Chapter 3 The Fu Family's Foster Daughter Asserts Her Authority

"Mengxue... should I do it instead?" Seeing Ding Mengxue preparing to wipe down Fu Jingchen's body, Lin Luqiu timidly suggested from the side.

Ding Mengxue gave her a sidelong glance and snorted coldly, "You do it? Before you arrived, it was always me who took care of wiping down Jingchen's body. Plus, you look so clumsy, I wouldn't dare let you do it!"

She said this deliberately, although she was only occasionally able to come by, and most of the time it was the caregivers hired by the Fu Family who took care of Fu Jingchen.

After all, she was still an unmarried young lady, and Old Mr. Fu was quite traditional; he wouldn't stand for her doing such improper things at home.

So, she would sneak over when Old Mr. Fu was not around or resting.

She dared not overdo it, usually just helping the man lying in bed wipe his face, neck, and hands.

And the rest of the Fu Family could mostly tell that Ding Mengxue had some feelings for Fu Jingchen. If it weren't for Fu Jingchen's sudden accident that left him in his current state, they had once thought Ding Mengxue was going to go from being an adopted girl to becoming the Fu Family's Young Madam.

"But..." Lin Luqiu stood there like someone who had made a mistake, utterly at a loss, just watching as Ding Mengxue began to undo the buttons on Fu Jingchen's shirt.

Seeing her still here, Ding Mengxue started to shoo her away with strong possessiveness, "Get out! You're not needed here!"

"But... aren't you Jingchen's sister? It's better if I do this kind of thing..." Lin Luqiu retorted softly, though her voice was low, it pierced straight into Ding Mengxue's heart.

Sister, so what!? She wasn't related by blood to Jingchen! She was the one who is going to marry Jingchen!

Ding Mengxue was infuriated, glaring at her, "Who do you think you're talking to? You ill-mannered woman, if I tell you to go out, you go out!"

"No... no, I can't." Lin Luqiu shook her head, "Didn't you say I'm clumsy and can't take care of people properly? Then, can I stay and learn from you how to take care of him?"

"No, you can't!" Ding Mengxue's voice was aggressive, "If you don't leave now, I'll have grandpa drive you out of the Fu Family!"

"…Alright, okay." Lin Luqiu meekly turned and walked towards the door.

Only then did Ding Mengxue restrain her anger, looking at the man lying on the bed and murmured as she bent over, whispering into the man's ear.

"Jingchen... Mengxue is the one who truly loves you. When you wake up, you must divorce that woman and marry Mengxue as your wife, okay?"

Outside the door, Lin Luqiu leaned against the wall, looking down, a faint smile curling her lips.

She didn't want her to see Fu Jingchen's body? But she had seen all of it when she gave him acupuncture not long ago.

Oh, except for a certain part.

But she wasn't interested in looking anyway, even though Fu Jingchen did have a perfect physique.

After about ten minutes, Ding Mengxue came out.

She didn't forget to glare at her on her way out.

"I warn you, don't do anything inappropriate to Jingchen. Otherwise, I'll have you thrown out of the Fu Family!"

Lin Luqiu was stunned, then shyly dropped her head, "Inappropriate? You mean..."

Ding Mengxue's anger surged again, "Jingchen's body is very weak now. If you dare do anything to him, I will make sure you pay dearly!"

"Oh..."

After returning to her room, Lin Luqiu sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the man for a while.

"Your sister says you're very weak." She chuckled and leaned close to the man's ear, blowing a breath, "She's like an animal guarding its food, afraid that I will do something to you. I have no interest in a vegetative man, and besides, what reaction can you even have now?"

With a glance downwards and a meaningful smile, she chuckled.

The man had no response, perhaps he was asleep.

"Do you think... if I make your 'thing' useless, will your sister still love you so devotedly?" Lin Luqiu lifted the blanket and lay down beside the man. The bed was large and there was plenty of space for her.

The mattress moved a few times, but the man still showed no reaction.

She yawned languidly and closed her eyes.

Today's acupuncture session for Fu Jingchen was quite draining; best to get some rest early.

She had to continue with the acupuncture tomorrow, not missing a single day.

Not long after, she fell asleep.

But what she didn't know was that, after she fell asleep, the man's fingers beside her suddenly moved again.

And this time, the movement was bigger than before.

After trembling several times, the hand that was closer to Lin Luqiu slowly moved towards her.

Lin Luqiu had a dream.

In the dream, a warm, large hand encircled her wrist and gently caressed her delicate skin. There were several calluses in the palm of the hand, rubbing against her which felt a bit ticklish.

Reflexively, she wriggled a few times, and then, her wrist was gripped even tighter.

"..." She couldn't help but frown and eventually, the hand stopped moving.

When she opened her eyes, she found that her wrist was indeed held in the palm of the man next to her.

And the morning light was already spilling a sliver of light through the curtains outside the window.

It was already the next morning.

Sitting up, she tried to pry off Fu Jingchen's hand, but she wasn't successful.

Looking speechlessly at the handsome face of the man, she muttered to herself: "Mr. Fu, could you let go? I was just joking last night, you're not really angry, are you?"

From outside the room, the voice of Fu Jingchen's stepmother Cui Rurong came: "Xiao Qiu, are you awake? I've brought Mengxue to see how Jingchen is doing, may I come in now?"

"…Yes, it's fine, I'm already up," said Lin Luqiu, her expressionless gaze fixed on the hand on her wrist, wondering if this man was doing it on purpose.

"This…" As soon as Cui Rurong entered the room, she immediately noticed Fu Jingchen's hand holding Lin Luqiu's and lost her composure somewhat: "...Jingchen, he can move??"

Ding Mengxue's face was full of disbelief: "...She must have deliberately arranged Jingchen's hand like that! How is that possible!"

Her initial reaction was joy, but it quickly dawned on her that if this was real, it would mean the fortune-teller was right!

She didn't want to admit that Lin Luqiu was Fu Jingchen's lucky star! Even if there was someone who could truly wake Jingchen up, it should have been her!

Cui Rurong's voice caught the attention of Old Mr. Fu downstairs.

Old Mr. Fu also came upstairs with his cane. Seeing Fu Jingchen's hand, his eyes were filled with excitement.

"My grandson really has sensations! Look, his index finger is moving!"

"What?" Cui Rurong and Ding Mengxue hurriedly looked closer, and indeed, they saw Fu Jingchen's index finger slightly move.

Ding Mengxue's face was both happy and dark, while Cui Rurong's expression stiffened: "Really... it seems that the master was right…"

"Granddaughter-in-law, you've done well!" Old Mr. Fu was beaming, his gaze burning as he asked Lin Luqiu: "What did you do yesterday?"

"I... I didn't do anything, I just slept beside Jingchen," Lin Luqiu said shyly, shrinking her neck, seemingly embarrassed by the attention of so many people.

Old Mr. Fu nodded: "It seems that this decision is correct, we didn't marry the wrong daughter-in-law for the Fu Family. To reward you, I will send someone to buy you batches of beautiful clothes and jewelry later, is there anything else you want? Just tell Grandpa!"

Old Mr. Fu's eyes were full of affection. Lin Luqiu slowly shook her head: "No...nothing else, thank you, Grandpa."

"A content and good child. Alright, continue to stay by Jingchen. As for you two, come out with me," Old Mr. Fu said to Cui Rurong and Ding Mengxue.

"Yes…" Cui Rurong, still quite afraid of him, didn't dare to disobey and took Ding Mengxue with her as they left.

After going downstairs, Ding Mengxue, with an ugly expression on her face, stomped her foot and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Cui Rurong with a grave expression went to find her son and told him about the situation.

Fu Yuankai: "What? Big Brother can move? He has sensations? What are we going to do if he really wakes up..."

"We absolutely can't let him wake up." Cui Rurong's façade of virtuosity was gone, a flash of murderous intent in her eyes: "Since it's like this, we must find a way to completely send him off."