Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 268 - 251: The Difference Between Men and Women

Chapter 268: Chapter 251: The Difference Between Men and Women

In an instant, blood gushed like a stream, flowing down his fingers onto the floor.

The pain stimulated the nerves in Fu Jichen’s brain, bringing him back to clarity.

Fu Yuling stared wide-eyed in horror, raising her hand to cover her trembling lips, unable to believe that Fu Jichen would harm himself to stay rational. Did he really not want to touch her that much?

"Why? Why?" Fu Yuling murmured blankly, unsure if she was asking him or herself.

Fu Jichen clutched the shard of glass, ready to cut himself again at any moment.

Fu Yuling was frightened by his determination. So much blood loss—couldn’t it endanger his life? What if he hurt himself again without restraint and severed an artery?

She couldn’t bear to see him suffer even a little, let alone watch him die with her own eyes.

Fu Yuling collapsed to the ground; just moments ago, she thought she was a winner, but now, she had lost completely. She crawled to the bed, found her phone from under it, and called someone outside to open the door.

The burly man hadn’t left the hotel; he had found a suite on the same floor to nap. Receiving a call from the young lady, he yawned and leisurely unlocked the outer lock with the key.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Fu Yuling appeared, and the man, seeing her, licked the corner of his lips with his tongue and shook his head with a chuckle: "So soon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man dressed in black emerged from the room, soaking wet and hands covered in blood.

The burly man’s eyelid twitched—had there been bloodshed?

Looking at the man’s face again, under the corridor lights, he finally saw it clearly and recognized why the face seemed familiar—he had seen it in the news.

This man was... the current head of Junshan Group, Fu Jichen.

The key in the burly man’s hand fell to the ground, the blood draining from his face, and in the long, quiet corridor, he looked like a lost soul.

Had he helped that woman scheme against the president of Junshan Group?

Fear flooded over him like a tide, and the burly man suddenly felt the check in his pocket burning his chest.

Fu Jichen entered the elevator, unable to see the numbers on the control panel. His fingers fumbled around and pressed the button on the last row by feeling.

The elevator doors closed, carrying him down, stopping on the first floor.

Fu Jichen walked out, and the receptionist, hearing the unusual footsteps, glanced in his direction. She was immediately startled by the blood on his hands and hurried over: "Mr. Chen, do you need to go to the hospital?"

The receptionist was familiar with the boss from the group headquarters, and it was clear something was wrong with his condition.

Veins bulged on Fu Jichen’s neck: "Call Qu Mo, quickly!"

Even in such a state, he was still apprehensive, wanting as few people as possible to know, minimizing the impact.

The receptionist nodded repeatedly: "Okay, tell me his number."

Fu Jichen recited a string of numbers, and the receptionist immediately dialed out on the landline to explain the situation to the person on the other end.

In less than three minutes, a car screeched to a halt in front of the hotel, and Qu Mo came running in.

The boss was socializing at the hotel tonight, nothing unusual from the past. He usually solved dinner himself outside, spent time nearby, or waited in the car. When it was almost over, the boss would call him.

When the receptionist’s call came through, he happened to be in the hotel’s underground parking lot. He floored the gas pedal to the front door, and upon seeing Fu Jichen, asked nothing, helping him into the car.

"To the hospital."

After Fu Jichen finished instructing, his tense nerves relaxed, overwhelming torment ensued, and he collapsed in the seat, his face filled with pained endurance.

Qu Mo glanced at the rearview mirror, ran two red lights, and delivered the person to the private hospital, calling a familiar doctor for discreet treatment throughout.

The doctor received the blood test report, frowning deeply, discreetly saying to Qu Mo, "Mr. Chen must have been tricked and took that kind of medicine. Fortunately, there are no side effects. Once the drug effect passes, he’ll be fine."

Qu Mo ran a hand through his hair, wondering who dared to conspire against this person: "Is waiting all we can do? Is there no other medication to relieve it?"

"You can administer a sedative to let him sleep for a few hours; it would be more bearable than holding on hard." The doctor said, "If you agree on your side, I will do it."

Qu Mo was in no position to decide for Fu Jichen, entering the ward to attempt communication with the already delirious Fu Jichen: "Doctor Fang said the drug has no side effects; it’s either endure it or take a sedative. What’s your decision?"

Fu Jichen understood: "Home..."

The wounds on his hands were bandaged, no longer bleeding. Qu Mo, having received the instruction, bundled him into the car, driving at the speed limit’s maximum back to the villa at Yunding Palace.

Cheng Jin had gone to bed early, as Fu Jichen was out socializing and hadn’t returned. She left the lights on in the living room.

Qu Mo supported Fu Jichen and freed a hand to press the doorbell.

After pressing it several times, Cheng Jin woke up, threw on a vest, came out of the servant’s room, and opened the door. Seeing Fu Jichen’s unclear state, he just assumed he was drunk.

The black shirt, stained with blood, wasn’t noticeable. The blood on his arm had been cleaned off, and with the smell of alcohol on him, he indeed appeared drunk.

Qu Mo didn’t mention the twists and turns of the matter and helped him inside.

Cheng Jin closed the door and followed, saying, "I’ll go to the kitchen to make a sobering soup."

"No need." Qu Mo knew Fu Jichen wasn’t drunk, "I’ll help Mr. Chen to his room, he’ll be fine after a sleep."

Cheng Jin reminded, "His room is next to the original bedroom, don’t get it wrong."

Taking the elevator to the third floor, Qu Mo entered the room and prepared to place him on the bed, but realizing Fu Jichen was wet, he first set him on the sofa.

Certainly, he couldn’t let his boss sleep in wet clothes. Qu Mo was at a loss and calling Aunt Cheng for help didn’t seem appropriate either.

Qu Mo put his hands on his hips and turned around the room once but didn’t see that woman, so he went to knock on the next door.

Shen Jianian was awakened by the noise, got up to turn on the light, got out of bed to open the door, and realized before reaching the door that she wasn’t wearing any clothes under her pajamas, so she went back to put on a coat, pulled it tight, and wrapped her arms around her chest.

The door opened, and outside was a somewhat unfamiliar man. She almost screamed but on closer inspection, it was Fu Jichen’s driver and bodyguard, seemingly named Qu Mo.

"What is it?" Shen Jianian frowned, stepping back two steps, using the door to shield herself, sticking just her head out.

Qu Mo knew she was Shen Jianian, but wasn’t used to her face, always felt she was someone else. He paused for two seconds and pointed to the room next door: "The boss has a situation, can you go take care of him?"

Shen Jianian pursed her lips, thinking of what situation he could be in after coming back from a social event, probably just drunk.

What happened last time when Fu Jichen was drunk was still vivid in her mind. This time, she wouldn’t let herself be bullied: "If he’s drunk, give him a bowl of sobering soup, let him sleep, no need to watch him."

Qu Mo didn’t expect her to say that and was at a loss for words.

After a while, he mumbled, "He...he’s not drunk, his clothes are all wet, can you help him change them?"

"He’s a man, and you’re a man, why don’t you help him change?" Shen Jianian looked at him like he was crazy, "There’s a difference between men and women, don’t you understand? How am I supposed to change him?"

Qu Mo was about to explode with anger, the old Shen Jianian was not like this at all.

"You’re his girlfriend, isn’t it your job to take care of him?"

Others might not know, but Qu Mo was very clear that Shen Jianian and Fu Jichen had been intimate, and it was just helping him change clothes, why was she so reluctant?

This time it was Shen Jianian’s turn to be silent, everyone said she was Fu Jichen’s girlfriend, but she didn’t even have evidence to refute it.

"I’ll leave Mr. Chen to you, I still have something to deal with, I’m leaving first."

Qu Mo didn’t give her another chance to refuse, and after speaking, he got into the elevator.

He wasn’t finding an excuse, there was indeed something to handle next. He had to go to the hotel to deal with the relevant surveillance video, if it got out, it would cause big trouble, the front desk also needed instructions.

"Hey, don’t you reason..."

Before Shen Jianian could finish her sentence, the person disappeared before her eyes, leaving only two closed elevator doors in that direction.

Shen Jianian glanced at the open door next door, whatever, it’s just being drunk and wet, the September nights were a bit chilly, but not particularly cold, he wouldn’t die sleeping like that for a night.

Last time Fu Jichen got drunk she was partly responsible, but this time it had nothing to do with her, she didn’t need to feel guilty.

Shen Jianian comforted herself, closed the door, took off her coat, lay in bed, turned off the light, and continued to sleep. But within two minutes of closing her eyes, there was a knocking on the door outside.

She pulled the quilt over her head and let out a frustrated sigh.

After a few seconds of silence, the knocking resumed, sometimes weak, sometimes strong.

Shen Jianian blocked both ears with her hands, was it that man named Qu Mo returning, finding that she didn’t go take care of Fu Jichen, and came to plead with her?

After a standoff of more than ten minutes, Shen Jianian’s emotions broke, and she threw off the quilt, sat up, wrapped her coat around her again, and angrily opened the door: "I already said I won’t..."

A figure suddenly pressed over her, and held her, the coat on her shoulders fell to the ground, and the wet cloth clung to her, soaking the pajamas she was wearing.

Shen Jianian’s anger flared up, just as she was about to curse Fu Jichen, a pair of hands cupped her cheeks, and the next second, his burning lips captured hers.