Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 394 - 7: Punished to Kneel in the Ancestral Hall
The commotion in the dining room was quite loud, and Mr. Fu was planning to have a cup of tea before returning to his room to rest, but the noise made him furrow his brow, "What’s going on?"
"Not sure, it sounded like something broke." Sitting beside Mr. Fu, Fu Qizhen was also somewhat unclear.
Holding onto his cane, Mr. Fu got up and slowly walked to the dining room.
The housemaid was stunned by Fu Jichen’s words, terrified at heart, her legs almost giving way as if she would kneel down. After a moment of deliberation, she looked towards Fu Jianfang, who was about to leave.
Fu Jianfang met her eyes, which were hesitant to speak, almost wanting to rush up and cover her mouth.
When comparing Fu Jianfang to Fu Jichen, it’s the latter who is more terrifying. The housemaid steeled her resolve, intending to explain the sequence of events: "It’s... it was Fu Si..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Jianfang urgently interrupted, "I was passing by and reached up to fix my hair, never thought Aunt Su would be so wooden, didn’t even think to step aside, and look, my hand accidentally hit the tray. Fu Da, you wouldn’t still be looking for trouble with Aunt, would you?"
Once Fu Jianfang explained the situation, the housemaid breathed a sigh of relief, avoiding the trouble of offending anyone.
After Fu Jichen listened, he actually laughed.
Fu Jianfang frowned, "What do you mean?"
Coldness flashed in Fu Jichen’s heart, slightly restraining himself; he did not erupt at the moment but instead called for a servant and instructed, "Take Jianian upstairs to change clothes, and notify the butler to bring the car around. I will take Jianian to the hospital later."
Shen Jianian: "Fu Jichen..."
She could see that Fu Jichen was suppressing his anger and probably wouldn’t easily let this matter go.
When facing her, the cold anger between Fu Jichen’s brows dissipated, and his big hand patted her hair, "Be good, listen to me, go upstairs and change clothes first. You can’t catch a cold now, don’t take it lightly."
Convinced by him, Shen Jianian slightly pursed her pink lips and no longer hesitated, entering the elevator with the servant.
Mr. Fu listened for a while and roughly understood what had happened. It was his daughter, Fu Jianfang, who had caused the trouble; she accidentally knocked over the tray the housemaid was carrying, causing the dishes and leftovers on the tray to spill onto Shen Jianian.
To say she didn’t do it on purpose, Mr. Fu found it hard to believe.
His daughter’s vindictive nature—he didn’t know who she inherited it from...
"Aunt, I have warned you more than once to behave and not to provoke me. Yet, it seems like you have a bad memory and always forget." After Shen Jianian left, Fu Jichen had no more scruples and intended to settle the score with his aunt properly, "Your targeting of Jianian is merely because you were reprimanded by Grandpa at the dining table, holding a grudge. Since you can’t do anything to me, you vent your anger on Jianian. You shouldn’t have hurt her."
"Dad! Listen to him, is this how you talk to your elders?" Fu Jianfang’s face turned pale, looking towards Mr. Fu, implying she expected him to do justice, "One thing at a time, I admit I didn’t teach Sibo well, but you can’t blame everything on me because of that. I’ve already said, it wasn’t intentional, my hand accidentally brushed the tray Aunt Su was holding when I was fixing my hair. Isn’t this a normal thing? I don’t get why Fu Da had to blow this out of proportion. I know he loves his wife, but there has to be a limit, right? Jianian wasn’t hurt, was she?"
The housemaid hung her head, not daring to make a sound.
"You truly didn’t do it on purpose?"
Mr. Fu looked at Fu Jianfang, his bony fingers tightly gripping the dragon head cane. His voice was thick; although not as imposing as before, the children’s reverence for him had accumulated over decades, not easily diminished.
Fu Jianfang wavered when questioned, her eyes glancing around.
Though not yet senile, Mr. Fu naturally noticed her uneasiness.
Fu Jianfang adamantly denied, "No! I said, I didn’t do it on purpose!"
She denied it too late; Mr. Fu didn’t believe a word, his face darkening as he said, "What did I tell you? In this family, harmony is most precious, harmony! Did you even listen?"
Just as Fu Jianfang was about to argue, among those present, Honghong’s mother spoke up, "Even if Aunt bore a grudge, she should have considered the consequences before acting. Not to mention injuring the sister-in-law, if it hadn’t been for her quick reflexes, how would it have ended if that pot fell on Honghong’s head?"
Her son nearly got hurt; she no longer cared if saying this might offend the elders. She clearly saw, Fu Jianfang was intentional. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Does she take everyone else for fools?
"You bitch! What do you know?" Enraged, Fu Jianfang didn’t dare confront Mr. Fu nor lose her temper at Fu Jichen, so she targeted the seemingly meek woman.
The next second, a slap landed on her face, and a fiery pain spread over half of Fu Jianfang’s face.
Covering her face, Fu Jianfang looked at Mr. Fu in disbelief, her eyes wide, lips trembling, "Dad..."
"You say others don’t respect you as an elder but look at yourself. Where is there any example of being an elder? You start cursing as soon as you open your mouth. Who taught you?" Mr. Fu felt utterly disappointed, "From now on, you shall not take charge of the children. They will be sent to the old house; whether I send them to the military or have someone come to educate them at home, it’s none of your business. If the Jia Family wants to take them back for upbringing, that’s possible, but they cannot be left with you and your husband."
"Dad!" Fu Jianfang screamed hysterically.
Shen Jianian, just stepping out of the elevator, was startled by the scream and paused slightly.
Fu Jichen was the first to see her and didn’t plan to stay long in the old house. He harshly said to Fu Jianfang, "If anything happens to Jianian, I’ll remember this debt, Aunt, and return it twice over in the future."
A servant came to inform them that the butler had already brought the car to the door. Fu Jichen carried Shen Jianian into the car, ordered the driver to head to the hospital.
The butler didn’t ask much, following his instructions, activated the GPS, and drove the car out of the old house.
On the way, Fu Jichen made a phone call. The butler heard he was communicating with a doctor. However, the items for examination were somewhat strange. According to him, if Shen Jianian was hit by cutlery or splashed with hot soup, she should be tested for external injuries... But what Fu Jichen was saying didn’t seem to be about that.
After Fu Jichen finished the call, Shen Jianian softly asked, "I don’t feel any discomfort. Do I still need to get checked?"
She had taken a bath, and there was the faint scent of pregnancy-safe body wash on her. Fu Jichen held her in his arms, "Let’s go to the hospital first. Let the doctor take a look and then decide whether to do any tests. It will also set my mind at ease."
After arriving at the hospital, the butler parked the car and followed them to the elevator, in case they needed any assistance.
They went to the obstetrics and gynecology department. The butler stared at the blue directional sign for a long time, feeling somewhat surprised inside.
Doctor Zhao, who had received the call in advance, was waiting. Besides him, there was an elderly doctor in the office, whom Doctor Zhao introduced as his teacher.
The butler waited outside and did not go in. Shortly, a call came in on his mobile phone from the landline at the old house. He walked a bit further to answer, "Hello, Mr. Fu."
"Is Jianian all right?"
After the couple left, Mr. Fu recalled Fu Jichen’s expression and sensed something amiss the more he thought about it. Fu Jichen indeed seemed excessively anxious. Mr. Fu hadn’t witnessed the incident where Shen Jianian was hit and didn’t know how serious her injuries were.
The butler paused and decided to tell Mr. Fu the truth, "The young master took the young madam to a specialist office in the obstetrics and gynecology department. I noticed that Mr. Chen, Chen Shaoxian, is also in there, and he is..."
Mr. Fu understood that Mr. Chen was the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department at Beifuyi Hospital.
The image of Fu Jichen’s overly tense face reappeared in his mind, as well as what Honghong’s mother said about Shen Jianian feeling nauseous and vomiting all her food. What more was there to understand—Shen Jianian was pregnant.
No wonder Fu Jichen disregarded seniority rules and lashed out at Fu Jianfang so angrily.
"How is Jianian now?"
Mr. Fu’s voice came through the receiver, sounding slightly emotional.
The butler glanced at the tightly closed office door, no one had come out yet, "Not sure, the young master is inside with the young madam."
Mr. Fu solemnly instructed, "If there are any updates, call me immediately."
"Please don’t worry too much, I believe the young madam is fine," the butler comforted him.
How could Mr. Fu be at ease, if there was nothing serious, would they have brought in the head of the obstetrics and gynecology department?
After hanging up, Mr. Fu looked at Fu Jianfang, who was sitting on the sofa with her head down, silently weeping, and the anger that had just subsided flared up again.
Fu Jianfang dabbed her eyes with a tissue. Being slapped by Mr. Fu in front of so many servants had already damaged her dignity. Those underlings were probably mocking her behind her back, something she found unbearable to even think about. Mr. Fu also wanted to take her two children away from her. Although she was often busy with work and neglected to discipline them, it didn’t mean she could accept being separated from her own children...
"Stop crying." Mr. Fu’s face was cold as he thought for a moment, then made a painful decision, "Since verbal warnings once or twice can’t make you remember, go reflect in front of the ancestors."
Fu Jianfang froze, raising her eyes still wet with tears. In her blurred vision was Mr. Fu’s resolute face, "Dad, what... what do you mean?"
"Go kneel in the ancestral hall and think about where you went wrong." Mr. Fu made his point clearer, "Go by yourself, don’t make me send someone to drag you over. It wouldn’t look good to see you pulled around like that."
Fu Jianfang opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a word to plead.
Mr. Fu mercilessly said, "Go now, and come out when you’ve figured it out. For now, don’t concern yourself with the company’s matters, hand your projects over to your two brothers."
"Dad!" Fu Jianfang’s voice was sorrowful.
Mr. Fu ignored her and didn’t want to listen to her arguments anymore, leaning on his cane and returning to his room.
In the past, he shouldn’t have been soft-hearted, repeatedly indulging her just because she was his only daughter, which allowed her to develop such an unreasonable and domineering way of doing things.
