QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots-Chapter 226 - 8.13

"No big deal."

After fumbling for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Jiamian seriously waved his hands and smiled gently at Fu Yanchen, "I guarantee you’ll start feeling sensation within half a month."

In fact, with his space, it could be more than sensation. With one pill, he can make Fu Yanchen burst with energy and walk on the spot.

But in this small modern world, he had no choice but to keep things low-key. fгeewebnovёl.com

Fu Yanchen looked at him with some suspicion, "What did you do just now?"

The more he thought about Jiang Jiamian’s seemingly serious expression just now, the more he felt something was wrong.

After all, ever since they met, that guy had never been truly serious.

In fact, the more he put on a straight face and acted serious, the more it felt like he was hiding something.

Jiang Jiamian quietly withdrew his hand from between Fu Yanchen’s legs and blinked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, "I was just checking your condition."

Well, in any case, it was confirmed, Fu Yanchen had lost all feeling down there.

Fu Yanchen didn’t know whether he believed it or not. He glanced at him coldly and said, "Help me up."

Jiang Jiamian had a malicious smile on his face, "Lie down for a while. I’ll cook you a nutritious recovery meal myself. After you eat, I’ll give you a massage. Only then can you even think about getting out of bed."

Fu Yanchen’s face was a little stiff, and he repeated in a rigid voice, "Please, help me up."

Jiang Jiamian shook his head, pretending to be puzzled, "What’s the big deal about lying down for a while? The meal will be ready soon, and you’ll get a massage afterwards. Otherwise, you’ll be the one wheeling yourself around again later."

Fu Yanchen’s brows furrowed tightly, and he suddenly raised his voice, "Butler!"

"Young Master!"

Outside the door, the butler, who was used to staying close, heard the shout and quickly hurried to the bedroom.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow and, seeing that Fu Yanchen’s anger was about to explode, promptly helped him sit up. "I’m right here. Why go to all that trouble? If you need something, just ask me!"

Fu Yanchen pushed him away with a dark face, "Get out! Butler!"

Hearing this, the butler didn’t hesitate any longer and pushed the door open. He saw Fu Yanchen, whose face was ashen, and Jiang Jiamian, who stood beside him with an innocent expression.

"Master."

The butler did not rush to help him up, but waited for instructions.

Fu Yanchen’s chest rose and fell with agitation as he said coldly, "Help me get on the wheelchair."

The butler nodded in understanding. It was time for the bathroom.

"Yes, Master."

Since Fu Yanchen had lost control of his lower body, he naturally felt embarrassed in some aspects.

Therefore, he had gotten used to going to the bathroom on a regular schedule.

Jiang Jiamian looked at Fu Yanchen without meeting his gaze again. With the butler’s help, Fu Yanchen settled into the wheelchair and stubbornly wheeled himself out, then the playful glint in Jiang Jiamian’s eyes gradually faded.

In truth, he felt a deep sorrow for the man before him.

Just imagine, the once favored son, a business elite, brought low by a car accident. Not only was he unable to stand again, but he had also lost his dignity as a man, unable even to care for himself.

And on top of that, he had to watch an illegitimate child openly take his place.

What kind of despair, what kind of collapse must that be?

In the original story, the protagonist Tang Tang often described Fu Yanchen as a madman, and outsiders whispered the same thing.

But was Fu Yanchen truly a madman?

With such overwhelming despair, who wouldn’t eventually break down?

Maybe Fu Yanchen was simply enduring what would have broken anyone else.

"Master, shall I go in with you? Just like before, I will just help you get off the wheelchair and then come out."

Seeing how stubborn Fu Yanchen was this time, refusing to let him push the wheelchair, the butler couldn’t help but worry and quietly follow behind.

"No need."

Fu Yanchen had already stepped through the bathroom door. Without waiting for another word, he stretched his arm back and slammed the door shut.

"Master!"

The housekeeper couldn’t help but feel uneasy. He could tell that Fu Yanchen was upset with the young master of the Jiang family.

But given his young master’s condition, it wasn’t easy for him to get out of the wheelchair on his own.

The housekeeper, who was anxious in his heart, thought of this and couldn’t help but glance back toward the bedroom with a hint of displeasure.

It seemed that the young master of the Jiang family had been looking for trouble for Fu Yanchen since he arrived less than half a day ago.

Just then, Jiang Jiamian opened the bedroom door. Catching the housekeeper’s gaze, he couldn’t resist but give him a perfect smile, "I’m sorry, is there something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ah..."

The housekeeper sighed deeply.

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow, "I’ll take that as a yes?"

The housekeeper subconsciously glanced at the bathroom door, listening to the faint sounds coming from inside. Just from that, he could imagine how difficult and laborious it must be for Fu Yanchen.

He turned and quickly approached Jiang Jiamian, lowering his voice, "Young Master Jiang... It’s not really my place to say this, but I’ve watched the young master grow up, I’ve long regarded him as family. I just can’t help myself from asking... what grudge do you have against him that you keep provoking him like this?"

The corners of Jiang Jiamian’s lips twitched slightly, "Why do you think I have a grudge against him? Just because I teased him a little?"

The butler hesitated, then said slowly, "It’s not just that. Forgive me for being blunt, but... you are Fu Xiaoyuan’s fiance. What good reason could you possibly have to approach our young master?"

Jiang Jiamian lifted his brows, then sighed softly, "He really does have a good butler."

This butler truly cared for Fu Yanchen, so much so that he voiced every unspoken doubt on his behalf.

If Jiang Jiamian hadn’t appeared, perhaps the greatest blessing in Fu Yanchen’s life would have been this butler, loyal, thoughtful, and always looking out for him.

However, the butler’s devotion meant little, and he was later written off as mere cannon fodder to advance the protagonist’s storyline.

It is no wonder that Fu Yanchen, who was originally moody, almost completely turned into a real madman following the butler’s death, losing all control and wanting to destroy everything in his way.

Of course, a villain is still a villain, and no amount of madness could withstand the overwhelming force of the plot.

It is estimated that in Fu Yanchen’s heart, this butler is far more important than his biological father. After all, the butler was undoubtedly a good man, unlike his biological father, whose character was far more questionable.

The butler didn’t ease his worries despite Jiang Jiamian’s praise. "If you really had bad intentions, could you change someone? Our young master has already been through enough."

Jiang Jiamian caught the butler’s look, that ’a butler is half a father’ expression, and couldn’t help but laugh, "Come on, are you overestimating me or underestimating your young master? Does Fu Yanchen seem like someone who would allow me to have bad intentions? Don’t worry, I have already discussed these issues with him. You might not trust me, but surely you trust your young master’s intelligence and means, right?"

The butler was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly, "Yes, you’re right. I get confused when I worry, and almost crossed the line."

By the line, he meant the unspoken rules of respect and hierarchy. No matter how much he differed from others around the young master, he was still the butler. The young master had made it clear he didn’t want anyone interfering with his decisions.

The butler had really doubted the young master for a moment, thankfully, Jiang Jiamian didn’t seem to mind. If the young master had known, he would probably be upset with him for overstepping.

"I’ll go check on the young master."

The butler, having come back to his senses, noticed Fu Yanchen still hadn’t come out and grew slightly anxious.

"Wait." Jiang Jiamian said, raising a hand and gently grabbing his arm, "I don’t think he wants anyone checking in on him right now."

"But..." The butler replied hesitantly.

"Give him more time and space."

Jiang Jiamian pulled the housekeeper. "If you’re free, come help me in the kitchen. In a few months, your young master will be back to full strength."

"Okay."

More than an hour later, Fu Yanchen appeared in the living room with a cold face.

There was a bruise on his forehead. But his hair and clothes were still clean and perfectly arranged, clearly tidied up deliberately.

If not for that bruise that was particularly eye-catching, no one would have guessed what he had been through.

The moment Fu Yanchen stepped inside, a fresh, inviting fragrance greeted him, and for a brief moment, his lingering irritability and gloom seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden appetite.

"What did you make? It smells good."

Fu Yanchen noticed Jiang Jiamian still wearing an apron as he carefully placed a small casserole on the table. He couldn’t help but sigh, he hadn’t expected this seemingly spoiled young master of the Jiang family to have such cooking skills.

Though he hadn’t seen the food yet, the aroma alone was already tempting.

"Chicken soup." Jiang Jiamian said, looking up and noticing the bruise on Fu Yanchen’s forehead. The old habit of teasing him came back again, "What happened? Did you get hurt just going to the bathroom?"

At those words, Fu Yanchen didn’t react, but the housekeeper behind Jiang Jiamian, who had just brought another bowl of medicinal soup, nearly stumbled and almost dropped the bowl in shock.

He was deliberately provoking his young master!

Still, seeing Jiang Jiamian busy in the kitchen earlier seemed to soften the housekeeper’s attitude.

Perhaps it was because the aroma of the soup was too tempting, but this time, Fu Yanchen didn’t get angry. Instead, he turned his wheelchair toward the dining table and said casually, "I just accidentally bumped into something. So, this is chicken soup?"

He picked up the spoon, stirred the soup lazily, and took a small sip, almost absentmindedly. But the moment the taste hit his tongue, his hand paused. He lowered his gaze slightly, as if trying to hide his reaction, then silently took another spoonful. And another.

He had a good family background and had tasted many expensive dishes in his life.

But what kind of chicken soup could possibly taste this good?

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