It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

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Time passed day by day, and Fu Chengxun had never been to the villa since he left furiously last time.

Xiang Elegy has nothing to do except eat, sleep, and sit in a daze every day.

Because the last time she used the wound on her body to negotiate terms with Fu Chengxun and angered the man, she didn't dare to play any tricks anymore, for fear that Fu Chengxun would be so angry that he would not pay Xiang Yu the surgery fee.

During this period of recovery, Qi Ning came to change her medicine again.

It was the last time, because it didn't take long for Xiang Yange's injuries to heal completely.

It wasn't a light wound, but Qi Ning didn't spend too much time, Xiang Elegy knew that Qi Ning's medical skills had always been very capable.

Everything was proceeding step by step, but Xiang Elegy still didn't see Fu Chengxun, nor did he get permission to leave the villa.

Every day, Xiang Elegy sits on the balcony, looking at the turbulent world outside, she is not noisy, eats seriously, and does not say that she is leaving.

However, the body is getting worse day by day.

One day, Aunt Wen came to deliver milk to Elegy, and saw Elegy coughing in the bathroom. Aunt Wen walked in worried. When she saw that the water was bright red, Aunt Wen knocked over the milk she was carrying.

"Miss Xiang, you..."

The cough from the distance made Xiang Elegy's face look abnormally pale.

For so many days, she and Aunt Wen have been getting along together, and the two have long had feelings for each other.

Seeing the worry on Aunt Wen's face, she forced herself to smile: "Aunt Wen, I'm fine."

"It's okay, you're coughing up blood, when did it start, why didn't you tell me?"

Xiang Elegy shook his head: "I'm really fine, Aunt Wen, I just have a cold, it's not a big deal, just take some medicine and I'll be fine."

"No, I'm coughing up blood. It's not a trivial matter. I have to tell Mr. Fu."

After the words fell, Aunt Wen turned around, ready to call Fu Chengxun.

But before he took a few steps, his hand was suddenly grabbed by Xiang Elegy who hurried up behind him.

"Aunt Wen, don't." A pleading voice sounded.

Aunt Wen's face was full of embarrassment: "Why, Miss Xiang, this is no small matter for you. If there is really something wrong with your health, how can I explain to Mr. Fu?"

Xiang Elegy held Aunt Wen's hand tightly.

She didn't forget Fu Chengxun's anger when her wound was infected last time and she didn't change her dressing.

If Aunt Wen called Fu Chengxun now, Fu Chengxun would definitely think that she was repeating the old trick. If he got angry, Xiang Yu's surgery fee would be lost again.

"Aunt Wen, I can make myself better, don't call Fu Chengxun."

Aunt Wen looked at her with complicated eyes.

Finally, he nodded helplessly.

And Xiang Elegy, who got Aunt Wen's permission, couldn't hold on any longer, and fell straight into the bathroom.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, and this time, Xiang Elegy is very sick.

In the beginning, Aunt Wen was able to help her hide Fu Chengxun, but seeing that Xiang Elegy's health was getting worse day by day, and he was sleeping on the bed every day, Aunt Wen knew that she couldn't hide it anymore.

When Fu Chengxun received the call from Aunt Wen, he was holding a company meeting. When the phone rang, it was the person in charge of the finance department who was reporting the situation to the finance department.

Hearing the ringtone of the mobile phone, the voice of the person in charge of the financial department stopped.

The man sitting at the top glanced at the phone indifferently. After a few seconds of pause, the man picked up the phone.