Bewitching Both Brothers

Yao Leyi left angrily, her sleeves swishing as she went.

Fu Hanjian rubbed his temples, at a loss.

Did his brother really have someone else?

Even if he did know, he wouldn't tell Yao Leyi, but in truth, he knew nothing about it.

That night, no one at the Fu Residence could sleep well.

...

Morning.

At the dining table, only Fu Mingzhu and Fu Hanchuan were present.

Fu Hanjian had left early, and Yao Leyi, unusually, had not yet gotten up.

"Sigh."

Fu Mingzhu put down her bowl and chopsticks, glancing at her eldest grandson.

"Hanchuan, I don't know what exactly is going on, but if this is true, even though you are my grandson, I have to say that you should not be two-timing!"

Fu Hanchuan remained silent.

"You…"

Fu Mingzhu was still inclined towards her grandson. "Grandma believes there must be a reason. You've always been sensible. Now—"

She pointed upstairs. "Leyi is upset. Go, and coax her."

"...Okay."

Fu Hanchuan slowly nodded.

"That's right."

Fu Mingzhu sighed in relief. "Leyi has waited for you for so many years; you can't let her down."

She called for the nurse, "Come, take the young master upstairs."

"Yes, ma'am."

Upstairs.

The nurse pushed Fu Hanchuan to Yao Leyi's door and knocked. "Miss Yao, the young master is here."

After a while, there was no response.

The nurse tried the door, "Young master, the door isn't locked."

"Okay." Fu Hanchuan nodded, indicating for the nurse to leave.

"I'll wait outside, young master."

Fu Hanchuan nodded, pushed open the door, and wheeled himself inside.

The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn. Fu Hanchuan slowly adjusted to the light, wheeling himself to the bedside.

Yao Leyi lay with her back to him, silent, as if unaware of his presence.

Fu Hanchuan gripped the armrest, struggling to speak, his words halting, "I'm... sorry."

On the bed, Yao Leyi's eyes suddenly opened, her gaze sharp, but she didn't move.

The man behind her continued slowly, "Don't... be... angry..."

Receiving no response, Fu Hanchuan gradually moved closer, placing his hands on the armrest, attempting to stand.

"What are you doing?"

Yao Leyi noticed something was wrong, abruptly turning around to support the almost falling Fu Hanchuan who had just stood up.

The two of them were now face to face, embracing each other.

"I'm... sorry..."

Fu Hanchuan whispered in her ear, apologizing again.

"Ugh..."

Yao Leyi's nose tingled, tears welling up. "You know you're sorry, so why did you do it?"

"No, it's not..." Fu Hanchuan shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Yao Leyi was taken aback. "Do you mean it's not what I think?"

"...Yes." Fu Hanchuan slowly nodded.

"Then…"

She almost blurted out asking who the woman was but held back, recalling his extreme reaction yesterday.

Forget it.

Men have their pride; she couldn't push him too hard.

"Then promise me."

Yao Leyi took a step back, "You won't have anything to do with her again."

In that instant, Fu Hanchuan's gaze darkened, but he nodded, "Okay."

He agreed?

"Hanchuan!"

Yao Leyi opened her arms, hugging Fu Hanchuan, "I've waited for you for so many years. Do you know how I got through these years? I can't lose you..."

Fu Hanchuan remained silent, his brow furrowed deeply.

They were reconciled.

Yao Leyi let go of him and got out of bed.

"I only have one appointment today. I'll be back early, and when I return, I'll help you with your rehabilitation. Wait for me."

"...Okay."

In the afternoon.

Yao Leyi indeed came back early.

In the afternoon, the Fu residence was quiet; everyone was napping, even the housekeeper Lin Ma was nowhere to be seen.

Yao Leyi kept a vigilant mind, silently going upstairs.

On the surface, the issue of Fu Hanchuan 'two-timing' seemed resolved, but in Yao Leyi's heart, it was far from over!

She also wanted to know if, for Fu Hanchuan, it was truly over.

At Fu Hanchuan's bedroom door, she didn't knock or make a sound, quietly turning the knob and entering.

She didn't expect to find Fu Hanchuan napping.

Yao Leyi couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved. To avoid waking him, she walked quietly to the bedside.

There, she saw his phone beside his pillow.

Her heartbeat quickened!

Yao Leyi bit her lip, holding her breath, picked up the phone, and swiped it across Fu Hanchuan's face.

The screen unlocked!

Yao Leyi lowered her gaze, looking at the lit-up screen, and was instantly stunned, too shocked to react.

The person in the photo—she knew!

—It was a candid shot of Sheng Xiangsi, taken when she finished a performance and left with her colleagues!

Qi Si must have taken it and sent it over!

"…"

Her blood boiled, her feet icy cold. Yao Leyi clutched her forehead, her steps becoming unsteady.

She looked at the sleeping Fu Hanchuan, in disbelief—was it Sheng Xiangsi?

The photo she hastily burned last time, the girl in it, was Sheng Xiangsi!?

God...

How could this be?

Yao Leyi couldn't fathom that Fu Hanchuan had feelings for Sheng Xiangsi. When did this happen?

It must have been years ago...

And she hadn't noticed at all?

Heh.

Yao Leyi chuckled lightly, realizing she hadn't seen it coming. Sheng Xiangsi, who clung to Fu Hanjian daily, had quietly captured Fu Hanchuan's heart too?

How laughable. The entire Jiangcheng thought she, Yao Leyi, enjoyed the affection of both brothers, but in reality?

She merely held an empty title, while Sheng Xiangsi was the one who had bewitched both brothers!

Suddenly, she glared at the man on the bed with hatred.

He had betrayed her!

And with his brother's woman!

Yao Leyi raised her hand, wanting to wake him and confront him. But she froze.

No, she couldn't.

After confronting him, what then?

If Fu Hanchuan admitted it, she would have nothing left!

She needed to stay calm. One wrong step would lead to another. She had to think carefully about her next move!

At least she finally knew who the woman in Fu Hanchuan's heart was.

...

On the day of Fu Mingzhu's follow-up appointment, Sheng Xiangsi accompanied her.

After sending Fu Mingzhu back to the Fu residence, they entered the living room to find Fu Hanchuan waiting in his wheelchair.

"Back..."

"Yes, Brother Hanchuan, we're back," Sheng Xiangsi smiled and nodded.

The old lady invited her to dinner, "Xiangsi, stay for dinner."

"Grandma, I can't." Sheng Xiangsi apologized, "I have to go to the dance troupe tonight."

"Huh?" The old lady was puzzled, "Isn't there no performance today?"

"Yes, but we're about to go on tour, so I need to practice."

Dance, a skill that required constant practice, couldn't afford to miss a day.

"That's true."

With that explanation, Fu Mingzhu couldn't insist. "Alright, then I won't keep you."

"Grandma, Brother Hanchuan, I'm going to use the restroom."

"Okay..."

As they spoke, Fu Hanjian walked in, holding his car keys.