He wouldn't have started cooperating with Mu Yinyin if he hadn't wanted to.
And since the cooperation had begun, it wouldn't end easily from his side, especially since Mu Yinyin was his ex-wife.
He would certainly not terminate the cooperation.
Hearing Dyson's question, Fu Siye couldn't help but frown, "Dyson, did you come here to be Mu Yinyin's lobbyist?"
Dyson shook his head, feigning helplessness, "No, I'm just telling you the truth. Between Nan Shiqing and Mu Yinyin, I lean more towards the latter."
What had Nan Shiqing done?
It was just a fire a few years ago, where she had bravely pulled Fu Siye out.
And Mu Yinyin?
For three years of marriage, she had silently stayed by his side, giving without asking for anything in return.
Fu Siye hadn't even given her a wedding ceremony, and even after their divorce, he hadn't publicly announced her identity.
As for Nan Shiqing?
She took the opportunity to demand that Fu Siye marry her. Wasn't this a form of coercion?
The bystander sees clearly what the person involved cannot. Dyson couldn't bear it and said these few words to him.
Mentioning Mu Yinyin made Fu Siye unable to control his anger.
"I'm already divorced from her. Dyson, Mu Yinyin isn't as good as you think. For three years of marriage, do you know how she hid things from me?"
The partner of Fanxing, the Master of Yanluo, Y.
What else was there about her that he didn't know?
If she had truly considered him her husband during their three years of marriage, how could she have hidden all this from him?
But Dyson immediately refuted Fu Siye's words, "Hid things from you? Siye, ask yourself, did you ever truly try to understand her?"
He stared intently at Fu Siye.
Fu Siye fell silent.
His dark eyes were calm, lost in thought.
Clearly, he had begun to recall.
During their three years of marriage, he had never paid her any attention. He would leave early and return late, and leaving her alone for ten days or half a month was common.
Except for family banquets required by his grandparents, they never saw each other at other times.
His marriage was a calculated move by her, a woman full of schemes. A thick layer of frost had formed on Fu Siye's face, and his dark eyes reflected ruthlessness and impatience.
"A despicable and shameless person is not worth my understanding."
When he thought of Mu Yinyin, for some reason, images of her with Qi Mo surfaced in his mind.
And Jiang Ling, Lu Sinian.
She was on extremely good terms with men!
However, Dyson's view of Mu Yinyin differed from his own.
He even stood on Mu Yinyin's side—
"If she is despicable and shameless, why did she provide a prescription when you were in trouble this time? And why do Grandma and Grandpa like her so much?"
"And that fire. I don't believe Mu Yinyin would have remained indifferent."
What was the reason Mu Yinyin didn't save people at the fire scene?
It must have been because she wasn't conscious.
They were in the same circle. Since childhood, Mu Yinyin had always been a helpful and good student.
Fu Siye impatiently interrupted Dyson's words,
"Enough, Dyson. She just wanted to keep all women away from me, which is why she watched them get into trouble. Shiqing was the one who saved people. I don't want to talk about this anymore." His words were clearly filled with anger.
Seeing his emotions flare up, Dyson stopped pressing the issue, "Calm down first. Once you've calmed down and think about these things, you'll find you have a different perspective on the matter."
Fu Siye impatiently turned his head away, "What other perspective could there be? Mu Yinyin wasn't the one who saved anyone, and we are divorced now."
Fu Siye's words were clear and stern.
Dyson said nothing more. With Fu Siye speaking so definitively now, he feared that the moment of being proven wrong would come too quickly.
...
Meanwhile, Nan Shiqing was standing in the corridor.
Because she had asked the doctor to put her and Fu Siye in the same ward, and to avoid being discovered and escaping, she could only step out into the corridor for now.
Her brows furrowed. Her first thought was of her mother, and the next moment, she took out her phone and called her.
He Xia appeared before her shortly after. Seeing her anxiously pacing, He Xia couldn't help but scold her, "Didn't I tell you to stay put? Why did you run out now? Are you crazy?"
In He Xia's dark eyes, there was even more disdain for Nan Shiqing.
Nan Shiqing didn't like hearing He Xia's words. Her face was full of displeasure, "Do you think I wanted to run out? I specifically found a doctor to switch beds. Who could have imagined Dyson would come looking? Fu Siye asked Dyson to re-examine my wounds. What wounds do I have? Wouldn't him examining me be enough?"
"I can't exactly go hit myself against a wall now, can I?"
She couldn't bring herself to inflict such harm on herself, and she didn't have any wounds on her hands anyway. Therefore, she was afraid of being discovered by Dyson.
Hearing this, He Xia immediately fell silent and became serious, "You can only continue to make excuses. Fu Siye already considers you his savior, so don't be so scared. We need to go back to the ward now. You've been out for too long, Fu Siye and Dyson will definitely become suspicious."
She hadn't expected Dyson to come.
But since it had come to this, they could only adapt to the situation as it unfolded.
After speaking, He Xia directly grabbed Nan Shiqing's hand and pulled her back.
With He Xia by her side, Nan Shiqing felt more confident and less panicked.
Soon, they arrived at Fu Siye's ward. "Mr. Fu, may we come in?"
"Come in." A cold voice came from inside. The mother and daughter exchanged a look and pushed the door open.
Dyson was sitting on a small sofa nearby, browsing medical books on his phone.
Nan Shiqing walked towards Fu Siye, smiling softly, "Siye, my mother and I are planning to return to the country tonight. Originally, I was still worried about leaving you alone in Country E, but now it's fine, with Dyson here."
Fu Siye remained silent, but Nan Shiqing didn't feel awkward. She immediately spoke again, "Siye, my mother bought some food. Let's eat together."
As she spoke, Nan Shiqing first opened the small table by the bedside and neatly arranged the purchased dishes.
Dyson instinctively looked at her, his brows laced with scrutiny. Nan Shiqing's gait, her tone of voice, and the way she handled things—she didn't seem like an injured person at all.
Furthermore, her statement was clearly intended to attract Fu Siye's attention. Coldness in his eyes gradually deepened.
Before he could ponder further, Fu Siye's worried voice was already heard, "You are injured now. You should wait a few more days and return to the country with me."
Dyson: "..." He was impressed, this old fox.
Nan Shiqing shook her head like a wilting flower, "Let's not. I no longer have the face to stay here. My current state would affect you if I stayed by your side."
Nan Shiqing lowered her head, her face filled with guilt.