Chapter 21: Why Am I So Useless?

Fu Siyen’s expression darkened even further.

Yet he said not a single word, striding out with long, determined steps.

Dyson arched his brow, as though he'd anticipated such a reaction, leisurely keeping pace behind him.

Mo Tingshen glanced back; not seeing Mu Yinyin or the others, he turned his gaze to Fu Siyen and remarked coolly, “All these years—has he ever truly understood her?”

Fu Siyen’s eyes flickered, but only for a brief moment; his stride never faltered. With a cold, derisive snort, he replied, “Why should I bother understanding her?”

What right did she have?

Was she worthy?

“All right, all right, she’s not worthy!” Even though Fu Siyen hadn’t voiced his thoughts, Dyson understood perfectly, speaking them aloud.

Mo Tingshen’s gaze lingered, silent.

But in that instant, Fu Siyen’s face was grim beyond measure, for he recalled the Ferrari Mu Yinyin had driven today.

Was it a gift from Jiang Ling?

Fu Siyen was furious enough to laugh; that damned woman hadn’t even divorced him yet, and already she was cozying up to another man. Well done. Truly well done!

“So, if you don’t want her, hurry up and finalize the divorce,” Dyson said, trailing behind with hands in his pockets, his relaxed manner starkly contrasting Fu Siyen’s gloom.

“She’s the one who broke the appointment today.” Meaning, Mu Yinyin hadn’t come.

Dyson raised his brows. “Then force her to the Civil Affairs Bureau. If you want a divorce, isn’t it simple? She’s already signed the agreement—what’s there to hesitate about?”

His words, however, received no response.

The man ahead kept walking.

Mo Tingshen gazed at Fu Siyen’s back, then walked to Dyson’s side, his expression indifferent. “Don’t try to persuade them for now.”

“Hm?” Dyson narrowed his eyes, focusing on Mo Tingshen’s face, half-scrutinizing as he asked, “Did you notice something?”

“Just watch and wait.” With those few words, Mo Tingshen quickened his pace, catching up to Fu Siyen. Dyson frowned at the two men, rubbing his chin, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

Why are these two acting so strangely lately?

…

After returning home, Mu Yinyin tidied up and went to bed early. She felt perfectly fine—seeing Fu Siyen hadn’t left her upset. Her only regret was failing to finalize the divorce today.

Who knew how much longer it would drag on?

Because tomorrow she was busy; she needed to visit the hospital and check on Old Master Lu.

The next day.

After breakfast, Mu Yinyin drove to the hospital.

She personally examined the old man’s condition, then stepped out. Everyone’s gaze fell on Lu Zaizao, awaiting her verdict.

Mu Yinyin removed her mask, immediately spotting a tall figure not far away.

His deep, penetrating eyes were fixed on her.

With composure, Mu Yinyin spoke, “He can be discharged. After returning home, follow the regimen I prescribed with no mistakes.”

Discharged.

At those words, everyone was stunned.

Though it had been discussed before, it still felt improbable. Now…

The hospital director stood beside Mu Yinyin; he’d witnessed the examination firsthand. Sensing the Lu family’s gazes, he quickly spoke up, “It was truly miraculous! I never expected the chairman’s health to meet all the requirements. A little more recuperation at home and he’ll be as good as new. You’re truly remarkable!”

He spoke sincerely, still shaken.

The Lu family’s astonishment deepened—so this was the Queen of the Underworld?

Someone with no hope of recovery was restored by her hands!

A dying man returned to full health—who wouldn’t be amazed?

Lu Sinian’s gaze lingered on Mu Yinyin, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Thank you.”

Mu Yinyin’s lips curled slightly. “It’s my duty.”

She said little else.

The Lu family hurried forward, expressing their gratitude in every possible way.

Wan Yu knew Mu Yinyin disliked such occasions. She quickly moved to Mu Yinyin’s side, smiling as she spoke, “All right, all right, our little Queen of the Underworld isn’t fond of crowds. For her, it was nothing, so you needn’t be so grateful. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be on our way.”

The Lu family naturally didn’t dare delay her. Lu Sinian moved closer, his magnetic voice reaching the group, “Let me drive you.”

Mu Yinyin smiled, shaking her head. “No need, I drove myself.”

Wan Yu: …

She had just been about to accept on her darling’s behalf, but Mu Yinyin was quicker.

Wan Yu pinched Mu Yinyin’s arm, her meaning clear—she was exasperated at her daughter for missing such a good opportunity.

Mu Yinyin’s mouth twitched; she’d known Wan Yu would surely agree, so she’d hurriedly refused.

Lu Sinian chuckled, “Then let me drive your car and see you off.”

Just as Wan Yu was about to speak, Mu Yinyin again interjected, “No need. With the old master being discharged today, you’re busy here. I have errands to run, so I’ll be fine on my own.”

Wan Yu: …

If not for the crowd, she would have glared at Mu Yinyin—this child! Why was she so hopeless?

As they conversed, another tall figure appeared in the hospital corridor.

A man in a black suit, handsome features sharply defined.

It was Fu Siyen.

Mu Yinyin’s gaze paused—why had he come again?

Fu Siyen’s expression was tense; he didn’t look at Mu Yinyin, instead focusing on Lu Sinian.

Lu Sinian smiled at him. “Mr. Fu.”

Fu Siyen nodded, glancing toward the inner room, but the door was closed, so he couldn’t see Old Master Lu. He said calmly, “I came to check on the old master. How is he?”

Lu Sinian’s lips curled in a smile, “All is well. He can be discharged today.”

Fu Siyen’s eyes froze. “So soon?”

He slowly shifted his gaze, finally willing to look at Mu Yinyin.

But he quickly looked away, for when he glanced over, he realized Mu Yinyin hadn’t looked at him even once.

Lu Sinian smiled, “Yes, with the Queen of the Underworld here, my grandfather was saved.”

Fu Siyen’s gaze paused. “Are you sure?”

Lu Sinian hesitated a moment—Fu Siyen never concerned himself with such matters, but his question sounded almost skeptical.

He didn’t press further, only smiled, “Yes, it’s confirmed. No issues at all. Thank you for coming, but you’re busy; there’s no need to visit so often.”

In truth, it wasn’t often—he’d come for the surgery and now for the discharge.