Professor Fu pretends to be a straight-laced person.

Jingzhou First High School.

In the sweltering heat of September, the lingering summer heatwave gripped the air, making it stifling even with the air conditioning on in the administrative office. The head teacher stood before Yuhan, her tone stern. "Yuhan, I'll ask you again, why did you hit someone?" Yuhan hung her head in silence. From the moment she entered the office, she remained silent.

The teacher, frustrated, said, "Even after saying 'good' three times, you still won't speak up. Let's see if you still have this attitude when your parents arrive." At the mention of parents, the girl's eyelashes trembled, her head sinking even lower, like a blade of grass surviving under a fierce wind.

A boy sitting on the desk nearby whistled, "Teacher, why are you intimidating the little girl?" The teacher snapped, "Xie Yan! Get off the desk!"

"Alright!" Xie Yan hopped off the desk carelessly, standing with a nonchalant air. There was a noticeable red mark on his forehead.

If it weren't for the fact that Yuhan had caused the injury on his forehead, she might have thought Xie Yan was a good person.

Ten minutes later, rhythmic knocking echoed through the office. Xie Yan looked at Yuhan with malicious delight, as if saying, "You're done for."

But his joy was short-lived. The girl didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Upon hearing the knocking, Yuhan's fingers, hanging at her side, suddenly clenched her pants. She stiffly turned her head to face the approaching person.

The man seemed to have rushed over, his chest slightly heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead down his chin and disappearing into his neck. As their eyes met, Yuhan quickly lowered her head.

Fu Mingyi: "..."

Was he a ferocious beast?

Well, if she were a student who had made a mistake and he happened to be her guardian, then yes, he indeed could be likened to a ferocious beast. Then suddenly, a voice exploded in her ears: "Uncle Fu?!" from Xie Yan.

Yuhan looked up incredulously at Fu Mingyi.

Was he Xie Yan's uncle?

Xie Yan seemed even more surprised and delighted. "Uncle, I didn't call you. How did you know I was being bullied?"

Great, with Uncle here, he could definitely teach this ungrateful girl a lesson.

Only now did Fu Mingyi notice Xie Yan's presence. He frowned slightly, ignoring Xie Yan, and nodded politely to the teacher. "Hello, I am Yuhan's guardian."

Xie Yan: "???"

What about him?

Did his uncle not recognize him as his nephew?

The teachers in the administrative office exchanged bewildered glances.

What kind of scene was this? They had never seen such a thing before.

It was the head teacher who reacted first, clearing his throat and summarizing the situation. In short, Yuhan had hit a classmate at school and refused to admit her mistake, showing a bad attitude.

Fu Mingyi looked at Yuhan with surprise. The girl, with her delicate figure and lowered head, showed no emotion. She had been as obedient as a quail during her time at his house, and Fu Mingyi couldn't reconcile the idea of her hitting someone.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Is there perhaps a misunderstanding here? I know our girl; she wouldn't pick a fight."

"Uncle!"

Xie Yan, feeling aggrieved, stepped forward, pushing Yuhan aside. He pointed to the red mark on his forehead and said, "Look, she did this!"

Fu Mingyi looked coolly at him, then took Yuhan's wrist and pulled her behind him. "Did you provoke her first?"

"... "

Xie Yan was speechless. Although he had been correct in his assumption, he had never seen anyone twist the truth like this!

Yuhan's wrist, held by him, felt hot on the outside but moist and warm on the inside, causing her arm to tremble.

Fu Mingyi stood tall in front of her like an impenetrable wall, strangely reassuring.

The head teacher, emerging from his daze, described how atrocious the incident was, and Fu Mingyi readily agreed. But at the end, he asked, "So, how do you suggest we handle this?"

"Generally, we would consider the feelings of the victim first..."

Fu Mingyi nodded and turned to Xie Yan. "What compensation do you want?"

"... "

This uncle of his seemed gentle and easygoing, but appearances could be deceiving.

Xie Yan's dream of seeing Yuhan scolded to tears shattered with a sigh. "Just ask her to apologize."

"Alright."

Fu Mingyi brought Yuhan forward. "It's right to apologize after hitting someone."

Yuhan, who hadn't spoken a word the whole time, lifted her head, showing a plain, white face. Without hesitation, she said, "I'm sorry." Her clear and bright eyes made Xie Yan feel a bit embarrassed. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't hold it against you."

After all, he had started it.

In the name of fairness, the disciplinary office deducted seven points from Yuhan's behavior score.

After the deduction, Fu Mingyi asked Yuhan to wait outside, and he ushered Xie Yan out along with him.

Outside the door, Yuhan took a few steps away from them, creating some distance.

Xie Yan laughed at her gesture. "Hey, what's your relationship with my uncle anyway?" What relationship? Lodging, gratitude, or something else? Yuhan wasn't sure.

Maybe, to him, she was a big trouble.

Because on the day he brought her back, she saw Fu Mingyi's mother expressing dissatisfaction with him.

Yuhan felt a little confused and finally shook her head.

Was he just being polite?

Xie Yan grinded his teeth and smiled. "Guess what they're talking about inside?" This statement attracted the puzzled gaze of the girl. "...What do you mean?"

Xie Yan smirked mysteriously and fell silent.

After five or six minutes, the door opened.

As Fu Mingyi stepped out, he saw the two of them standing like door gods on either side.

Xie Yan looked as insolent as ever, while Yuhan, nervously and awkwardly, seemed to want to say something.

She had always avoided him.

But now, her sudden change of behavior softened Fu Mingyi's heart. He said gently, "Go back and pack your things. I'll take you to the hospital." Yuhan had only recently been discharged from the hospital, so it was a good opportunity to go back for a check-up.

Yuhan nodded and hurried back to the classroom.

Xie Yan's wailing voice came from behind, "Uncle, it's me who got beaten up, why don't you take me to the hospital?"

And then Fu Mingyi's kind reply: "Get lost."

A smile crept onto Yuhan's lips, and the gloomy mood lifted slightly.

So, the courteous Mr. Fu could also scold people. It was during self-study time, and Yuhan's return attracted quite a few curious, sympathetic, and compassionate looks.

As she returned to her seat to pack her things, her desk

At the entrance of the office of political affairs and education.

Earlier, when Yuhan called, Fu Mingyi was in class. He dismissed the class five minutes early, not even having time to assign homework, and was now assigning homework in the class group.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Xie Yan looked around, successfully drawing Fu Mingyi's attention. "If you don't go to the infirmary soon, your wound might heal on its own," he said.

Xie Yan: "......" He lamented, "Uncle, what's your relationship with her? Why do you seem more like her uncle?"

This lively nephew was quite noisy. Fu Mingyi quickly diverted the conversation away from this little troublemaker, asking Yuhan, "Since we have time today, would you like to go see your brother later?"

Yuhan was overjoyed. "Can we really?" Fu Mingyi ruffled her hair, smiling gently, "Of course."

On the last step, Yuhan practically skipped down.

...

Yuhan was eager to see her brother. Originally, Fu Mingyi planned to take her to the hospital for an examination but changed plans at the last minute.

In the car that day, Yuhan shielded her brother instinctively when the accident happened, and they both miraculously survived.

Yuhan was seven years old and suffered from severe autism.

Fu Mingyi found a special school for him, with dedicated teachers to guide him.

When Yuhan arrived, her brother was painting.

Through a semi-transparent door, she saw her little brother sitting alone in front of the canvas, brushing different colors with great concentration and seriousness.

Her eyes softened.

The teacher praised, "Yuhan has a talent for painting. Both I and other teachers believe he will become an excellent artist in the future."

Yuhan rarely showed a smile. "My brother used to love doodling at home. Later, my parents put up light-colored wallpaper, allowing him to draw freely."

From her description, Fu Mingyi could easily sketch out a warm and happy little family.

He asked the teacher, "Is it possible for them to interact more?"

"Of course."

The teacher brought Yuhan's brother out. The little boy was fair-skinned, with the same beautiful eyes as Yuhan. "This is your sister. Say hi to your sister."

Yuhan looked at him expectantly.

She had protected him with her life, but instead of being enthusiastically greeted like any other person would, her brother just glanced at her before slowly lowering his head to play with his fingers.

Yuhan's smile wavered a bit.

The teacher quickly intervened, "He loves painting the most. Would you like to join him inside?"

Yuhan had anticipated this situation. She nodded with teary eyes, trying to hold her brother's small hand. Luckily, her brother didn't refuse and obediently went inside with her.

Fu Mingyi and the teacher stood outside, quietly discussing Yuhan's brother's condition.

In essence, Yuhan's brother's situation was severe, and according to current medical standards, the possibility of complete recovery was very low.

"We'll do our best," the teacher said.

Fu Mingyi had heard variations of these words many times before. During the months when Yuhan was in a coma at the hospital, he had taken Yuhan's brother to various hospitals, but all he received were discouraging news.

He sighed and looked through the window.

The girl sat on a small stool, earnestly watching Yuhan's brother paint, with a soft smile on her lips.

Her hair and body were bathed in the sunset's afterglow, radiant and dazzling.

Just like her original life.

Fu Mingyi opened the camera on his phone and found a good angle.

Click. The image froze.

The visit concluded, Fu Mingyi drove Yu Han to the hospital for a follow-up appointment. Today, the neurosurgeon in the outpatient department was said to be the main surgeon during her surgery, named Bai Ruzhu, a woman in her forties who was gentle and approachable.

After Yu Han regained consciousness, she had visited a few times. Through these visits, she learned that Bai Ruzhu was Fu Mingyi's cousin. Bai Ruzhu handed Yu Han a prescription, and as Yu Han left, Fu Mingyi looked at Bai Ruzhu.

Bai Ruzhu smiled ambiguously and asked, "So, what's the matter this time?"

Since Yu Han was transferred to their hospital, Fu Mingyi had seen Bai Ruzhu more times than in the first half of his life. During the days leading up to the surgery, he attended meetings with other department heads to discuss the surgical plan, and Fu Mingyi insisted on being present. Bai Ruzhu had wanted to ask if a math professor could understand, but seeing Fu Mingyi's serious expression, she held back.

Later, when Yu Han was transferred to the intensive care unit, Fu Mingyi visited at least twice a day. When Yu Han was out of danger and transferred to a regular ward, Fu Mingyi visited once a day. When Yu Han woke up, Fu Mingyi spent half a day in her room, becoming familiar with their entire department.

Bai Ruzhu wanted to say, "Are you university professors all so free?" but held back.

Finally, two weeks ago, Yu Han was discharged. Bai Ruzhu was relieved not to see his face hovering in front of her every day. Even the most handsome face would become tiresome after seeing it too often, right?

"Not much," Fu Mingyi said calmly, sitting across from her, and then he dropped the bombshell on Bai Ruzhu, "I went to Han Han's school today, and the teacher said our Han Han got into a fight with someone. I thought it couldn't be true, but when I got there, I found out the other party was my nephew."

Bai Ruzhu: ?

Her expression changed as Fu Mingyi mentioned "Han Han" and "fight," and then the mention of "nephew" left her bewildered.

"Xie Yan?" she chuckled, "What did he do this time?" The use of "again" in her sentence was soul-crushing. Fu Mingyi innocently smiled and added fuel to the fire by revealing what Xie Yan had done.

With a serious expression, he concluded, "Sis, our Han Han just lost both her parents and can't handle the shock."

Bai Ruzhu felt nauseous hearing this. "Stop calling her 'our Han Han.' She's just nineteen, and you, taking advantage of her innocence..."

Fu Mingyi put away his usual calm demeanor and raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.

He didn't want to take advantage of this "innocent girl"; it was his grandfather who had instructed him to take care of her. When he heard about the accident involving her family, his heart went out to her, and his grandfather, who owed a favor to her grandfather from their youth, took pity and ordered him, who happened to be on a business trip in Haicheng at the time, to take care of her.

The car accident was severe, and by the time he arrived, Yu Han's parents were gone, leaving behind a daughter undergoing surgery in the operating room and a son waiting outside.

At that time, Yu Chen was covered in blood, playing with a toy block. Fu Mingyi tried to take him for a check-up, but the child struggled fiercely, biting his hand and drawing blood.

Later, a nurse told him that the child had already been examined and found to be fine. That's when Fu Mingyi learned that the blood on him came from Yu Han.

Yu Han had a rare blood type, and the blood bank was not well-stocked. As fate would have it, Fu Mingyi had the same blood type as her, so during those days in Haicheng, he not only spent money but also donated a considerable amount of blood.

With limited medical resources in Haicheng, Yu Han's condition was critical. Fu Mingyi decided to bring her back to Jingzhou.

During the transfer, Yu Han woke up once, but after a few words, she fell into a coma again.

His grandfather had come to see her. At first, he only said that the girl was pitiful, but later, he must have heard some advice from some expert, as both his explicit and implicit intentions were: Yu Han's fate was auspicious, matching well with the Fu family, and as the only eligible bachelor in the family, Fu Mingyi...

Fu Mingyi could deduce the rest himself.

His mother immediately objected, but what use was her objection? This was his grandfather's wish, and going against him would be unfilial.

Feeling a bit sorry for the girl whose blood flowed in his veins, Fu Mingyi, although he found it absurd, did not outright refuse his grandfather's idea.

His phone buzzed twice, and he glanced at WeChat, then stood up immediately. "Han Han wants me to pay her a visit. I'll be leaving."

Bai Ruzhu: ...

Expressionless, she sent a text message to Xie Yan.

[Starting next week, your weekly allowance will be reduced to 200. If I hear about you causing trouble at school again, you'll be living on thin air.]

Xie Yan replied quickly, [...]

Bai Ruzhu quickly calculated the time and realized that it was their class time. [Playing with your phone during class, another 100 off.] In a distant classroom, a male student banged his head on the desk, wailing in agony. A hundred! Only a hundred for the week! How was he supposed to survive?!

...

At six o'clock, the outpatient clinic of the hospital gradually ended its consultations, with only the emergency department still in operation. One examination required the injection of contrast agent, and Yu Han had a cannula inserted into her arm. As she waited for the X-ray, she heard the hurried pushing of a hospital bed in the corridor. They passed by like a gust of wind, and she saw that the person on the bed was covered in blood from the waist down. The smell of blood lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate. Fu Mingyi asked if she wanted to move to another location.

She looked at the bed being pushed away and shook her head, then couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Fu, was I in this state when you saw me before?"

She always addressed him as Mr. Fu, a term he didn't like, finding it too formal. However, he couldn't argue against her insistence.

"I arrived when you were already in the operating room," Fu Mingyi replied.

Yu Han still didn't know what happened when she was unconscious. Her memory stopped at the moment before the truck crashed into her, and then she woke up to see a strange man sitting next to her reading a book. But there seemed to be a vague memory in between. It felt like someone asked her if she wanted to live. She tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. She tried to nod but couldn't muster the strength. Then that voice said, "With me here, you'll be fine." Was it him?

She looked up at the man. His jawline was smooth, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. Sensing her gaze, he cleared his throat and looked over with gentle eyes. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, Yu Han felt something strange in her chest.

She had met Fu Mingyi's grandfather, who claimed to have been saved by her grandfather on the battlefield when he was young. He assured her not to worry about the rest of her life, whether it was her health, education, career, or... marriage.

During her hospital stay, various members of the Fu family visited her from time to time, until she was discharged. In front of her, the old man told Fu Mingyi, "Get along well with Han Han."

Yu Han wasn't naive; she understood what that meant. But when Fu Mingyi brought her back, he only said, "Study hard, I'll take care of the rest." Since then, she hadn't seen anyone from the Fu family.