Hidden Marriage Sweet Pampering: The Conglomerate’s Little Wife – Chapter 23


Fu Hanzheng and others were startled by the loud noise.

Gu Weiwei hurriedly stooped down to pick up the debris on the ground, attempting to conceal her unusual distress and pallor on her face.

However, the image she had just seen was replayed in front of her eyes repeatedly.

So much so that when fragments sliced her hands, she didn’t feel any pain.

Fu Hanzheng stepped closer and grabbed her wounded and bleeding hand.


Fu Shiqin took the tissue and went in search of a Band-Aid.

Xu Qian hurriedly cleaned up the broken bowl pieces on the ground.

Fu Hanzheng cleaned the blood off her hand and applied a Band-Aid to the wound.

When he raised my eyes, he noticed that the girl’s face was pallid and tears were streaming down her cheeks, as if she was enduring some unbearable pain.

Fu Hanzheng frowned and glanced at Xu Qian.

“Call He Chi.”

“Does it hurt much when you cut your hand?” Fu Shiqin asked suspiciously.

She had already climbed over the wall and through the window in the old house, and she had not made a sound when she fell so hard. Why is she acting so delicately today?

Xu Qian called the Fu family’s personal doctor and passed the phone to Fu Hanzheng.

“Give you twenty minutes to get to Jinxiu Apartment,” Fu Hanzheng says.

He Chi, on the other end of the phone, complained in his sleepy voice.

“President Fu, I’ve only had four surgeries and have taken time off work. Could you spare me a little humanity and go to the emergency room if you’re sick?”

“The situation is urgent, and you must come immediately.” Fu Hanzheng’s tone becomes a little colder.

He Chi took a big breath and asked as he stood up.

“What are the symptoms of the patient?”

“Bleeding from the trauma and her face is pale.”

“How did you get injured? How much cc 1 is the wound?”

Fu Hanzheng thought for a while and said.

“Fragment cut, about… 3cc.”

The person on the other end of the phone, who was about to leave, was so enraged that he wanted to slam the phone down.

“Is my seven-figure annual salary just a Band-Aid on the wounds in the past?”

“You still have 18 minutes, or Fu will no longer sponsor your new research.”

After Fu Hanzheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

After seventeen minutes, an unkempt man with glasses entered the door, panting and staring at Fu Hanzheng.

“Why don’t you fall ill on my operating table in the future?”

Otherwise, he had to be cut up as a specimen.

Fu Hanzheng ignored his threat and pointed to Gu Weiwei on the sofa, who was still pale and silent.

He Chi went up to take off the Band-Aid, looked at the wound, and took a pulse to diagnose.

“There’s nothing wrong with the wound. Perhaps she’s just a little frightened, and it’ll be fine in a while.”


Fu Shiqin whispered, was she afraid of the falling bowl?

He had previously been hurt and hospitalized, but his brother did not even see him leave the company and go to the hospital to see him.

Mu Weiwei’s finger hurt just now, which bled a few droplets of blood.

He Chi was brought over without saying anything, and the unstoppable work time was also delayed.

This concern is a bit excessive.

Gu Weiwei calmed down, stood up, and said, “I’m fine. Let’s go.”

She then returned to her room and shut the door.

He Chi turned to face Fu Hanzheng after looking at the girl’s back.

“Is she your illegitimate child?”

It’s incredible that there are girls out there who make Fu Hanzheng anxious.

“No,” Fu Hanzheng replied coldly.

Fu Shiqin was so terrified by He Chi’s statements that he choked on a dumpling and swallowed forcefully to explain.

“Perhaps it’ll be a girlfriend in the future.”

“Girlfriend?” He Chi inquired, surprised, as he took a steamed dumpling from him.

“Isn’t he… a gay who likes men?”

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  1. cubic centimeter (cm3) (cc) a unit of capacity, being that of a cube each side of which measures 1 cm; equal to 1 mL.

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