Volume One, Chapter Two: Had Her Daughter’s Kidney Not Been Taken, She Would Not Have Died!
The expression on Fu Xicheng's face, which had been grim, softened in an instant. Without hesitation, he agreed, “Alright!” With that, he turned away decisively and left in quick strides.
Once again, he chose the daughter born to Cheng Muyan, forsaking her own Xixi.
Su Tingwan stood still, hugging the urn in her arms with aching tenderness, gently patting it, silently comforting her daughter.
Since Cheng Muyan had returned from abroad with her daughter, Fu Xicheng had granted the mother and child absolute favor. No matter how late the hour, no matter what he was doing, he would rush to them at a single phone call.
She herself could endure being overlooked, but her heart ached for her Xixi.
Such a well-behaved, sensible child—yet her father wounded her again and again.
Fortunately, this would be the last time.
Never again.
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VIP Ward, First Hospital of Beijing
Fu Xicheng entered, trailing a chill behind him. Upon seeing his arrival, Cheng Muyan, who was coaxing Cheng Ruotang, looked surprised and asked, “Xicheng, why are you here? Didn’t you promise to make up Xixi’s birthday this morning?”
Realizing something, she glanced at her daughter on the hospital bed, her face suddenly stern as she reprimanded, “Tangtang, did you secretly call your father again?”
“Daddy...” Tangtang threw herself into Fu Xicheng’s arms, looking up at him with reddened eyes, her voice trembling with tears, sweetly seeking comfort. “Without you here, Tangtang is scared.”
Fu Xicheng gently embraced the little girl, soothing her by softly patting her back. He spoke to Cheng Muyan, “Tangtang is only five. It’s natural for her to be frightened when hospitalized. I won’t go anywhere today; I’ll stay here with her. As for Xixi... there will be plenty of chances in the future.”
His words brought to mind her daughter's illness, and Cheng Muyan could not bear to further scold her child.
Tenderly stroking her daughter’s face, she turned to Fu Xicheng, gratitude shining in her eyes. “Xicheng, it’s all thanks to you that we found the matching kidney for Tangtang. If not for you, I fear...”
Tears welled swiftly in her eyes, threatening to overflow.
“With me here, Tangtang will be safe,” Fu Xicheng promised in gentle tones.
“Xicheng, it’s wonderful to have you,” Cheng Muyan choked, leaning into his shoulder.
Fu Xicheng comforted her, patting her back. As Cheng Muyan reached to wrap her arms around his waist, he stood up and said, “I’ll go talk to the expert team about Tangtang’s condition. You take Tangtang downstairs for a bit; I’ll find you soon.”
“Daddy, hurry back!” Tangtang’s sweet voice lingered as Fu Xicheng left the ward and entered the elevator.
The elevator doors on one side had barely closed when, on the other side, they opened and Su Tingwan hurriedly stepped out.
She went straight to Xixi’s attending physician’s office.
“Miss Su, you can’t go in!” The nurse tried to stop her, but Su Tingwan pushed through, undeterred.
She strode to the doctor, eyes red, pleading earnestly, “Dr. Fang, please, tell me—who took Xixi’s kidney source?”
If the kidney source hadn’t been suddenly snatched away, her Xixi wouldn’t have died.
“Dr. Fang, I beg you,” Su Tingwan saw Dr. Fang’s silence and suddenly knelt on the ground.
If only she could get an answer, she would do anything.
“Miss Su, please don’t do this. I truly don’t know,” Dr. Fang quickly stood, hurriedly helping Su Tingwan up, his words sincere.
Seeing Su Tingwan, so gaunt after just a few days, he sighed deeply.
Doctors are supposed to have a parent’s heart.
He felt deep sympathy for this woman before him.
Her daughter had finally found a matching kidney, only for it to be taken away on the eve of surgery. The child died on the operating table.
Such a sweet, obedient little girl—gone just like that.
As a mother, how could she accept it?
But he truly did not know. He was only told that a powerful figure’s daughter happened to be a match—
But even that, he dared not reveal.
Unable to get an answer, Su Tingwan left Dr. Fang’s office, heavy-hearted.
Passing through the ground floor of the inpatient wing, a small figure suddenly shot toward her like a cannonball.
Instinctively, Su Tingwan reached out to catch her.
Before she could even touch the child, her hand was slapped away with force, and a familiar female voice sounded by her ear, “Don’t hurt my daughter!”
It was Cheng Muyan.
Su Tingwan withdrew her hand, her expression calm as she looked over.
Cheng Muyan, as if facing a mortal threat, shielded Cheng Ruotang in her arms, looking at her with barely restrained emotion. “Tingwan, if you’re angry, take it out on me. Tangtang is still young, please don’t blame her.”
Yet another act.
Su Tingwan’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. She didn’t need to look around to know that Fu Xicheng must be nearby.
Sure enough.
Just as Cheng Muyan finished speaking, a man’s displeased rebuke came from behind, “Su Tingwan, what madness are you up to now?”
Fu Xicheng strode over, placing himself protectively in front of Cheng Muyan and her daughter. His gaze toward Su Tingwan was full of icy warning.
His unreserved defense of Cheng Muyan and her child made Su Tingwan’s heart ache despite herself. She clenched her hands tighter.
Still focused on the cause of Xixi’s death, she had no wish to linger. She turned to leave, but suddenly Cheng Ruotang hugged Fu Xicheng’s leg, looking up pitifully, “Was it because Daddy spent my birthday with me yesterday and not with Xixi, so Xixi wasn’t happy, and that’s why Aunt Su is angry with Tangtang? It’s all Tangtang’s fault...”
Su Tingwan’s face turned cold.
This scene reminded her of Xixi’s first meeting with Cheng Ruotang.
Back then, Cheng Ruotang had fallen into the swimming pool and was rescued in time by Fu Xicheng.
She had cried, apologizing to Xixi, “Xixi, did I upset you somehow? Xixi, I’m sorry, it’s all Tangtang’s fault.”
She apologized openly, but implied that Xixi had pushed her.
Fu Xicheng was furious. He refused to listen to Xixi’s explanation, scolding her harshly and punishing her to stand outside and reflect.
She stood for hours, with Fu Xicheng showing no concern.
Xixi fell ill the same day she returned, burning with fever for three days and nights.
When she awoke, the little girl sobbed convulsively, “Mommy, do you believe me? I didn’t push Sister Tangtang. It was Sister Tangtang who pushed me, and she fell into the pool herself. It wasn’t me—really, it wasn’t me.”
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Mommy believes you!”
She held her daughter, soothing her over and over, but Xixi’s tears would not stop. “Why doesn’t Daddy believe me?”
What hurt her most was that the father she loved didn’t believe her.
The memory made Su Tingwan’s gaze toward Cheng Ruotang grow ever colder.
Frightened, Cheng Ruotang burst into tears.
Cheng Muyan, distressed, rushed to shield her child from Su Tingwan’s glare. “Tingwan, I said if you’re angry, take it out on me—”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Su Tingwan did just as Cheng Muyan wished.
She raised her hand and delivered several hard slaps to Cheng Muyan’s face.
“Su Tingwan, are you truly mad?”