The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 490 - 493. Conflict Triggered by Giving Up a Seat Episode 1 (5 Updates)

Chapter 490: 493. Conflict Triggered by Giving Up a Seat Episode 1 (5 Updates)

Fu Hengyi’s injuries had taken nearly half a month to heal significantly, and Shen Qinglan had been with him for just as long, even leaving their son to the side.

Without the little light bulb bothering them, his wife focused solely on accompanying him. This period had been sheer bliss for Fu Hengyi.

"Fu Hengyi, your injury is almost healed now, so I’ll head back tomorrow," Shen Qinglan told him during dinner that day.

Her cooking was unpalatable, and Fu Hengyi, currently injured, wasn’t fit to cook either. Therefore, their meals were all ordered in large quantities from the canteen.

However, because of Fu Hengyi’s injury, his meals were specially prepared by the canteen’s chef, and they tasted quite good, certainly much better than what Shen Qinglan could make.

Shen Qinglan hadn’t seen her son in over half a month. Yesterday, Anan had called, saying he missed his mother, his voice on the verge of tears. Shen Qinglan felt extremely heartbroken and naturally wanted to rush back to accompany her son as soon as possible. Besides, Fu Hengyi’s injuries, although not completely healed, were much better and wouldn’t affect daily life, so she felt reassured.

Hearing this, Fu Hengyi looked at Shen Qinglan with a hint of reproach, "Wife, can you bear to leave me alone? My injury hasn’t fully healed yet."

Shen Qinglan gave a certain grievance-selling man a glance, "Your son is still home alone."

"He’s hardly alone. Grandpa and the others are there."

He had heard Anan’s words from the previous night. That little rascal really knew how to act pitiful to win Shen Qinglan’s sympathy.

"I asked the doctor today; your injury will heal very soon." Thus, playing the pity card was ineffective on Shen Qinglan.

Fu Hengyi sighed melancholically, "I really am old, no longer as attractive as the young fresh meat."

Shen Qinglan looked at him amusedly, "Good that you know. I’m going back to find some young fresh meat tomorrow."

"You are so heartless towards me." Fu Hengyi grew even more sorrowful, but alas, the transmission broke mid-way, and Shen Qinglan didn’t receive the message.

That night, Fu Hengyi held Shen Qinglan, his hand gently moving back and forth across her waist. Such an obvious hint was, naturally, understood by Shen Qinglan, who stopped Fu Hengyi’s roaming hand, "Your injury isn’t healed; behave."

Fu Hengyi breathed into Shen Qinglan’s ear, "My injury is already nearly healed."

Shen Qinglan retorted, "Who was it that said his injury wasn’t healed and needed care?"

Fu Hengyi pretended not to hear Shen Qinglan’s words, continuing to blow into her ear and kiss her intermittently, "You’re going back tomorrow."

Her earlobe was a sensitive spot for Shen Qinglan, and she couldn’t stand up to such teasing for long. Soon after, she went limp in his arms. Seeing the time was ripe, Fu Hengyi flipped over, switching their positions.

Shen Qinglan looked at Fu Hengyi, particularly when she saw the wound on his waist—her flirtation-driven senses flew out the window and came rushing back, "We really can’t tonight; let’s wait until you’ve fully recovered."

Fu Hengyi was all set to go but had to hold back, frustration visibly throbbing at his temples. He hugged Shen Qinglan tightly, "Wife, I’m in agony. Help me."

Since he couldn’t feast, he still should get to sip some soup. Due to the injury on his body, every night he could only hold Shen Qinglan and go to sleep without being able to do anything else.

This was somewhat reminiscent of the days when Shen Qinglan was pregnant.

Shen Qinglan could feel the tension in Fu Hengyi’s body. Seeing him look so strained made her feel a bit sorry for him. In the end, she nodded under Fu Hengyi’s earnest gaze, and his eyes immediately brightened.

An hour later, Fu Hengyi was massaging Shen Qinglan’s wrist, helping to alleviate any aching. Shen Qinglan looked at the content man and laughed, "Can we go to sleep now?"

"It’s a pity the injury is on my abdomen." Had it been on his leg or elsewhere, he wouldn’t have had to settle for just soup.

Shen Qinglan was speechless, gave him a pat, then turned over and closed her eyes to sleep; she was truly exhausted.

The next morning, Shen Qinglan went back home early. Fu Hengyi escorted her to the Military Region’s gate and watched her car drive away before returning.

Shen Qinglan hadn’t informed Old Sir Fu about Fu Hengyi’s injury, and Old Sir Fu just assumed Shen Qinglan went to stay for a while as she had done before.

The happiest person about Shen Qinglan returning home was none other than Anan.

Since Shen Qinglan got home, Anan became her little shadow. Wherever she went, he would follow, refusing to be shaken off. He would even accompany Shen Qinglan to the bathroom.

Shen Qinglan had no other choice but to bring her son wherever she went.

That afternoon, as soon as Shen Qinglan stepped out of the studio, she received a call from Yangcheng Police Station. They informed her that Gu Yang was there and requested her presence.

Yangcheng? Shen Qinglan slightly furrowed her brows, unsure why Gu Yang would go to Yang City without any apparent reason. The journey from Beijing to Yang City, even by high-speed train, would take over five hours.

"May I ask what happened to Gu Yang?" Shen Qinglan inquired, her expression changing as she heard the police officer’s response, "Okay, I understand. I’ll come over now, but I’m in Beijing, so it will take some time for me to arrive."

Shen Qinglan grabbed her wallet, identification, and car keys, and headed out.

She made a call to Shen Junyu, asking him to immediately book a flight ticket to Yang City for her. Although it was the Dragon Boat Festival holiday and tickets were hard to come by, Shen Junyu managed to send the flight information to Shen Qinglan’s mobile phone in less than ten minutes.

"Lanlan, what are you going to Yang City for?" Shen Junyu asked.

"We’ll talk about it when I get back," she responded, still unclear about the situation herself.

"Alright, then take care on the way and don’t forget to call your brother if anything comes up,"

"I will,"

Anan had only taken a nap at noon, and upon waking, found his mother gone. After searching around and not finding Shen Qinglan, he pursed his little mouth, feeling so wronged that he wanted to cry.

When Shen Qinglan arrived at the police station, she could hear the noisy commotion inside as soon as she reached the entrance—men’s and women’s voices, among which the shrillest was a woman’s, cursing vehemently with foul language.

Walking in, Shen Qinglan saw Gu Yang sitting to one side, his face seething with anger as he coldly watched the woman who was cursing, fists tightly clenched.

Shen Qinglan was worried he might surge forward and throw a few punches at her.

Sitting next to Gu Yang was a young man in military uniform, holding down Gu Yang’s fists as if afraid he would indeed rush forward and hit someone. His face was filled with anxiety.

A few police officers were trying to calm the cursing woman, who was accompanied by a man—presumably her husband—sporting a bruised face with a large, purplish bruise around his right eye. Beside them stood a woman in her fifties looking at Gu Yang with hostility; the three seemed to be family.

Upon entering, Shen Qinglan went straight to Gu Yang’s side. Gu Yang’s anger subsided slightly upon seeing her, "Sister-in-law."

The woman became even more arrogant when she saw someone had come, pointing at Gu Yang and saying, "Don’t think this will just go away because someone’s here. Let me tell you, I will file a complaint against you. And to think you’re a soldier, daring to lay hands on us civilians. You’re paid by our taxes, yet you dare to hit us; is there no law left?"

At these words, Shen Qinglan’s face and eyes showed a slight change as she looked at Gu Yang, "You hit someone?"

Gu Yang replied with a cold voice, "He deserved it."

Upon hearing this, the woman grew even angrier, pointing at the police officers and saying, "Officers, listen to this. Is this an attitude for reconciliation? So arrogant, he dares to be so insolent after hitting someone."

Then she turned to Shen Qinglan, "I don’t know who you are to him, but I’m telling you there is no possibility of settling this. I will lodge a complaint against him, and I will make sure he is stripped of his uniform. Tell me which Military Region he belongs to."

Shen Qinglan frowned and gave the woman a steady look before turning to the police, "I am his sister-in-law. If there is any issue, please speak to me."

Before the police could even utter a word, the woman shouted, "He’s your brother, right? He hit my husband, and as a soldier, he hit us, the public. I want to lodge a complaint against him."

Shen Qinglan looked at Gu Yang, "Explain to me what exactly happened."

Gu Yang kept his head low, "There’s nothing much to explain. It was I who hit him, and if she wants to file a complaint, then so be it. I have no regrets."

Shen Qinglan sighed, slightly exasperated, "There’s always a reason for hitting someone. What’s the reason?"

Though Gu Yang acted impulsively at times, he wasn’t the kind of bad-tempered person who would strike others on a whim, especially after spending years in the army, where he had grown more stable. If he had resorted to violence, there had to be a reason.

The woman kept clamoring on, repeating the same few sentences, and Shen Qinglan, with a headache from the noise, said sternly, "Stop arguing for a moment and explain to me clearly what exactly happened. If it’s my brother’s fault, whether you want to file a complaint or seek compensation, we have no objections. But if you continue to make unreasonable trouble, I’ll directly call a lawyer."

"Go ahead, call! You think we’re afraid of you just because you call a lawyer? We’re going to the hospital for an examination. I’m going to sue you for intentional injury, I’m going to sue you so that you..."

The woman was full of bluster, but when she met Shen Qinglan’s increasingly cold gaze, the rest of her words got stuck in her throat and she couldn’t spit them out.

The woman tugged at her husband’s sleeve, signaling him to speak up, but the man just glared at Gu Yang fiercely without saying a word.

Finally, it was quiet. Qinglan turned her head to look at Gu Yang, "Can you now tell me what happened?"

Gu Yang looked up, "I hit him, but they insulted a soldier. They deserved it."

"Who insulted the soldier? Stop talking nonsense!" The woman immediately exploded upon hearing this, "If you keep spouting nonsense, I can sue you for defamation."

Gu Yang coldly stared at the woman, pointing at the young soldier, "Do you dare to say you didn’t insult my comrade?"

The woman’s gaze darted away, but her mouth refused to give in, "We’re talking about you hitting someone right now. Do you think by changing the subject that this matter will just go away? Let me tell you, no chance."

Qinglan had noticed the soldier earlier, and upon hearing Gu Yang’s words, she instantly understood. The origin of the matter must be related to that soldier, and Gu Yang’s hitting someone was also connected to him.

"I need someone to tell me the whole story now," Qinglan spoke indifferently. Since entering the room, her face had maintained a cold expression, giving off a vibe that kept strangers at bay.

"Let me do the talking, I am a witness." A female voice chimed in, and Qinglan looked towards the source, spotting a young woman in her twenties dressed in red.

"I’m also a passenger on that train, and I saw the whole incident with my own eyes," the young woman began.

The story began earlier this afternoon.

At the Beijing Railway Station, on a train bound for Yang City, a young man in a soldier’s uniform sat in his seat. He sat upright, with his hands resting on his legs and a suitcase beside his feet.

It was the train’s first departure, and there were five minutes left before leaving. He first glanced at his watch, then looked toward the train door as if waiting for someone.

At that moment, a couple in their thirties came aboard, followed by a woman in her fifties. The couple were carrying a lot of luggage in their hands.

"Why couldn’t we wait until after the Dragon Boat Festival to go back home? Really, it’s not like it’s the Spring Festival. They have to rush home during the Dragon Boat Festival, buying up all the tickets. Just look at this train, it’s so crowded there’s hardly any place to even plant your feet," the woman complained in a low voice, then yelled at someone nearby, "What are you squeezing for? You’re going to push my bag out of the way."

The person she yelled at merely gave her a cold look. It was clear who was actually squeezing. There were still minutes left before the train’s departure, yet this woman was in a frantic rush to push forward. But being a man, he didn’t want to argue with a woman. After a glare, he walked away to find his own seat.

"Tch, what kind of manners are those," the woman scoffed. They were returning home to visit relatives, carrying gifts for friends and family. She had wanted to wait until the Dragon Boat Festival was over to travel back when there would be fewer people and they would have been able to buy reserved seat tickets, not like now, spending the same amount of money but having to stand for over five hours to get home.

"Enough, stop fussing. You’ve been on about it the whole way. It’s annoying! Hurry up and go. Do you want to block the doorway and invite more scolding?" The man urged his wife, looking impatient.

The woman glanced back, "Mom, keep close."

Finally finding their carriage, the woman placed her luggage on the floor, starting to look around for an unoccupied seat. There were still not many people on the train, so there were quite a few available seats, but they were likely reserved for others.

She wanted to sit in the nearest available spot, but the man held her back, "Wait until the train starts moving to find a place." There was still time before departure, and some passengers hadn’t boarded yet; it would be troublesome to take their seats. Thinking it over, the woman agreed and stood aside, waiting for the other travelers to get on.

"It’s all because of you. Knowing we’d be going home for Dragon Boat Festival, why didn’t you buy the tickets earlier? If you had gotten reserved seats, would we have to be standing here doing nothing?" the woman complained to her husband.

"Alright, alright. Dazhi has to work during the day, so it’s normal he doesn’t have time to buy tickets. It’s just five hours. It will pass quickly," she said mockingly.

"Roll back home if you want to carry on nagging," the man growled. Ever since he knew that they had standing tickets, his wife had been nagging nonstop, annoying everyone.

Seeing her husband angry, the woman immediately fell silent.

The woman was seated to the left of the soldier. She took a glance at him and then looked away.

The carriage gradually filled up, and as all the seats were taken, the woman sighed at her bad luck; why wasn’t there anyone getting on at the next stop? At least then they could sit for part of the journey.

Many passengers stood in the aisle, with luggage piled on the floor. Some people simply sat on their suitcases.

The woman and her husband brought two suitcases, and the rest were bags. At the moment, the husband and mother-in-law were seated on the suitcases, and she could only stand. The woman’s gaze swept over the young soldier again, her thoughts unreadable.

With only one minute left before the departure, someone hurried onto the train. The soldier’s eyes lit up, and he waved a hand, "Gu Yang."

Gu Yang spotted him instantly, handing over a bag, "I only managed to get these; they should be enough for us to eat on the road. By the way, did you bring a cup?"

The young soldier, Chen Li, nodded, "Yes, it’s in the bag."

He took out a water bottle from his bag, and Gu Yang took the bottle, "I’ll go get some hot water. If you’re hungry, you can have some bread to fill your stomach first."

Chen Li responded, and Gu Yang went to fetch water.

The train slowly started, and the woman looked again at Chen Li’s seat. She gave her husband a look, but he was preoccupied with his phone and paid her no mind.

The woman glared at her husband and walked forward, tapping Chen Li on the shoulder, "Young man, look at my mother-in-law. She’s so old and has to stand for over five hours to get home. Could you give up your seat for her?"

Although the woman’s request seemed polite, her face had an air of entitlement.

Chen Li glanced at the woman sitting on the suitcase, hesitating. Seeing this, the woman became displeased and spoke up, "What’s wrong with you? As a soldier, living off our taxpayer money, you should be serving us, the people. Now, all we’re asking is for you to give up your seat, and you’re so reluctant. Is this how you serve the people?"

Her voice was not quiet, immediately drawing the attention of those nearby. As they understood what was happening, their looks toward the woman were filled with disapproval, yet nobody spoke up.

"It’s not that I..." Chen Li started, his expression troubled.

"What do you mean ’not’? Am I wrong? You, a young man in your twenties and a soldier no less, standing for a few hours won’t kill you. But my mother-in-law is over fifty this year. If she has to stand for five hours, she’ll be bedridden tomorrow."

Chen Li opened his mouth, attempting to speak, but the woman waved her hand impatiently, "Just get up and give your seat to my mother-in-law already. Honestly, as a soldier, you should be giving up your seat without being asked, and here we have to tell you to do so."

"You couldn’t buy a ticket with a seat and now you’re demanding someone else give up theirs. What gives you the right? You’ve got some nerve," someone said, unable to keep silent any longer.

The woman shot a piercing look at the speaker, hands on hips, glaring fiercely, "I didn’t ask you to give up your seat. What are you prattling on about? It’s not your place to stand the whole journey, so it’s easy for you to talk without feeling the pain, right? If you’re so full from eating, stand up and burn off some calories."

The speaker was a young woman in her early twenties who had initially just meant to stick up for Chen Li but was not expecting to be barraged by the woman. She became angry, "What’s wrong with you? Do you think because you’re older, you can bully others with your seniority? Why should I give up my seat for you? Do I owe you anything?"

The young woman was clearly fiery by nature, not willing to back down against the woman’s tantrum.

"Wow, the youth today really are something. Not only do they lack respect for the elderly and care for the young but they also lack manners. I didn’t ask you to give up your seat. He hasn’t even said a word, and here you are, jumping up. Could it be that you’ve fallen for him because he’s handsome? Young lady, by your age, you should still be in school. Perhaps you should read more books and not stick your nose into other people’s business..." The woman went on and on without taking a breath, belittling the young girl until her face turned red with anger.

The woman, however, looked on triumphantly. "Little brat, dare to talk back to me? I’ll argue you into the ground."

The young woman wanted to retort but was held back by her companion, signaling for her to stop. Didn’t she see that no one else in the whole carriage, despite witnessing everything, spoke up? Only she dared to make a fuss and become the target of other people’s irritation.

The young woman’s companion was a young man around her age, likely her boyfriend.

She glanced at her boyfriend with dissatisfaction. She simply couldn’t stand the sight of anyone being oppressed by somebody else.

Her boyfriend, familiar with her temperament, pulled her to sit down. "Enough. This isn’t our business. It’s just giving up a seat; what’s the big deal? Didn’t you hear what she just said about you?"

Her gaze immediately turned to her boyfriend, "Whose side are you on?"

"Of course, I’m on your side."

She huffed lightly and turned to confront the woman, but her boyfriend covered her mouth.

The woman, seeing this, became even more arrogant and turned to Chen Li, who by now had flushed red, "What’s the matter with you? Making such a fuss over giving up a seat. You’re eager enough to take our taxes from us, the common people, but when it comes to serving us, you’re silent. Is this how you act as a servant of the people?"

Chen Li’s hands, resting on his lap, clenched tight, his face redder still, head bowed. Upon closer inspection, one could see his gaze directed toward his left leg, his eyes filled with pain, hands trembling slightly. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The woman’s husband tugged at her clothing, signaling for her to stop. Although he too felt the young man in the uniform lacked social grace and should have given up his seat to the elderly, there were too many people in the carriage watching. It was embarrassing.

The woman twisted away, shooting her husband a glare. When she needed him to speak up, he had stayed silent. And now, he was embarrassed by her? She was doing this for his mother, who was over fifty years old, after all.

The man understood the look in his wife’s eyes, lowered his head, and continued with his phone. He had decided to stay out of it.

"Quickly." The woman urged Chen Li.

As Chen Li’s face turned even redder and he was about to stand up, a pair of hands rested on his shoulders, "Don’t give up the seat."