After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

I understood that he was forcibly taking me to see Fu Yanshen, who did not take good care of his injuries, smoked, and committed suicide.

Does he still think that his brother is miserable? Should I feel sorry for him?

Fu Ren ignored me. He had already started the car, turned the steering wheel with both hands, turned the car suddenly, and stepped on the accelerator. Due to the inertia, there was a strong push on my back. I was almost thrown out and had to buckle up quickly. seat belt.

Not to mention being forced out of the car.

Fu Ren is also really wild when driving, racing all the way and driving off-road like a motorcycle.

If I hadn't scolded him again and again to remind him, all the points on my driver's license would have been deducted.

When we arrived at the hospital's underground parking lot, Fu Ren opened the car door, stood outside the car, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for me to get out of the car.

Come on, no matter what, I have to go up and scold that bitch and tell him not to do this with me in the future!

……

There were two bodyguards standing guard at the door of Fu Yanshen's ward.

As soon as I pushed open the door to the ward, I felt a pungent smell of tobacco. I frowned in annoyance and clenched my fists.

The man was leaning against the bedside of the hospital bed, holding a cigarette in his mouth. Blue smoke curled up, and there was a decadent and gloomy atmosphere around him.

He raised his head and saw me, his face suddenly darkened and his eyes were sinister.

He just... hates me.

Before I even accused him of bringing me here by force, he started hating me.

"Fu Yanshen, don't you play this trick with me. You're not cured of your illness, you're smoking to die, and you want your brother to morally kidnap me and force me to bring you to pity you?" I snorted coldly, rolled my eyes at him, and taunted him. he.

After listening to my words, his eyes, which were already covered with red bloodshot eyes, became even scarlet at this moment.

The still-burning cigarette was crushed into pieces in his hand. The veins on the man's forehead popped out and his chest rose and fell greatly.

"Get...out!"

Before he finished speaking, I turned around.

He used to play around with me when I was in trouble, but now he treats me like a dog, and he will lie in the crematorium forever!

I slammed the door and walked out.

After just a few steps, Lin Xiao strode over from the corner of the hospital corridor. He blocked my way.

"Get out of the way." I gave him a cold look.

"Miss Sheng, it's really not my morals that kidnapped you... On the day the group opened, Mr. Fu left all the major shareholders behind and rushed to northern Myanmar to save you for you. He almost died to pieces because of you. You and he were also happy. came back--"

He only mentioned that Fu Yanshen saved me, why didn't he mention that he lied to me about my heart?

"Lin Xiao, you are kidnapping me morally." I interrupted him forcefully and glared at him with disgust.

Lin Xiao held his forehead with one hand, "Okay, you don't have to remember his kindness, you don't have to come to visit him, but you can't curse him to death over the phone, right?"

"When did I curse him to death?" I frowned and retorted to him angrily.

It's really baffling.

Hearing this, Lin Xiao was stunned and looked at me suspiciously.

"Mr. Fu was kicked that night and his ribs were broken. He asked me to call you the next day. His account is still blocked by you."

"I called you, and you answered it personally. Let me tell you, Mr. Fu's situation, you said ruthlessly, whoever asked him to hit Beichen, just let him die!" Lin Xiao frowned and said to me Narrate, "When I called your cell phone next time, you were blocked."

"When I made this call, I turned on the speakerphone. Mr. Fu was right next to me and could hear me clearly. I was so anxious that I vomited blood!"

While listening to Lin Xiao's words, I flipped through the call records on my phone.

It is true that I received a call from Lin Xiao on my mobile phone, but I am sure that I did not answer the call myself.

"Are you sure it's my voice?" I frowned and asked Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao turned on his mobile phone and said, "Listen to it yourself."

After a while, the recording of his call came from his mobile phone. Lin Xiao told me sincerely about Fu Yanshen's condition and asked me to come to the hospital to see him.

"He deserves to be injured. Who asked him to hit someone first? Still want me to see him? Just let him die!"

In the recording, my voice came clearly, and I took a deep breath, and at the same time, a chill ran down my spine.

I didn't answer the call at all, but why, was it really my voice?

"Miss Sheng?"

"Lin Xiao, I didn't say these words. The voice is indeed the same as mine." I told the truth, full of doubts.

"That's weird..." Lin Xiao said thoughtfully, "I'll go check what's going on."

"I'm either at work or at home these days, and my phone is charging at work. Could it be that someone answered my call and pretended to be my voice?"

I thought.

There is only one girl who comes in and out of my office. Her voice is completely different from mine, and she has no reason to do this.

"I'll go check it out. You'd better go comfort that ancestor." Lin Xiao looked distressed. "He really thought you were heartless towards him. Apart from that phone call, you never came to see him."

"Looking at the way he looks, it must be that the disease has recurred, and he refuses to persuade him to seek psychological counseling."

I now understand that Fu Yanshen became depressed after hearing what "I" said.

It's not intentional to commit suicide.

I just made a sarcastic comment on him...

I exhaled a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back to the ward.

The "Dupont" lighter made a metallic "ding" sound, and the blue flame lit the cigarette.

The man was wearing dark blue pajamas, sitting on the head of the bed, with his head lowered, and seemed to be sucking hard on the cigarette. He took several deep puffs before exhaling the blue smoke.

As soon as he exhaled, he took a deep breath again, looking extremely dependent.

The nicotine in cigarettes can cause the brain to produce dopamine, bringing pleasant feelings and relieving anxiety and depression, but only temporarily.

Just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Especially for someone like him who has had a heart transplant, it is undoubtedly a chronic suicide.

I walked to the bed. He was immersed in a depressed mood and his reaction was slow. I forcefully took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray.

The man raised his head, his handsome face was thin and sunken, with a sickly white face, looking depressed. In a pair of deep-set black eyes, the whites were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and his face was... cold.

I didn't say anything and went over to pour him a glass of warm water.

When he came back, he was lighting a cigarette again.

I took it off again, pressed it out, and said, "Drink water."

Fu Yanshen didn't look at me. He leaned on the bedside and closed his eyes to rest.

Damn arrogant.

I went to the coffee table, opened the lunch box that existed before, took out a bowl of white porridge from it, returned to the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and fed it to his mouth.

He was still concentrating with his eyes closed.

"Fu Yanshen, let's eat." I said.

The man opened his eyes, and a pair of black eyes glanced at me lightly.

I kept no expression on my face, just looked at him, and said again: "Eat."