Chapter 18: Your Sister Lives This Life for You

When Fu Jiajin was twenty-one and Fu Suiyu was fourteen, that year their parents died in a car accident. From that day onward, the four members of the Fu family ceased to be themselves.

Jiang Jiujiu glanced at Fu Jiajin. “Why did you wake up the moment your little sister appeared?”

“Actually, before she showed up, strange memories kept surfacing in my mind. I found it baffling. The day she returned, she scolded us harshly. Although I was reluctant to admit she was my sister, I couldn’t stop doubting Lin Yu’s intentions.” Fu Jiajin toyed with Jiang Jiujiu’s fingers, admiring the exquisite ring adorning them.

Just by calling her name, Jiang Jiujiu understood her meaning. “You’re afraid she might disappear again, aren’t you?”

“Yes. If that day ever comes and someone takes my sister away, I will never forgive them.” Fu Jiajin’s voice trembled. “She was only fourteen back then.”

“That day wasn’t just the anniversary of our parents’ wedding; it was also her fourteenth birthday. Her life was as radiant as a blooming flower, yet it withered away. Now that she’s back, it’s as if our ancestors themselves pleaded and kowtowed to bring her back to life. This time, she must live.”

Jiang Jiujiu clasped Fu Jiajin’s hand firmly. “She’s here to save you all. Fu Jiajin, your sister’s return is for your sake.”

“Mm.”

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Fu Suiyu sneezed repeatedly, holding a porcelain cup filled with warm water. Gazing out the window, she saw a warm light glowing from the second floor of a distant villa. Fu Jiahui was probably spending time with Lin Xiange.

Seeing Fu Jiahui and Fu Jiajin’s lives unfolding closer to the original path she remembered, Fu Suiyu felt that no matter what consequences she might face, it was worth it.

Time passed.

Staring at the exercise book on her desk, Fu Suiyu scratched her head. She was the unluckiest—still reviewing mistakes late at night.

She truly didn’t understand what Fu Jiajin had put into her mind, pushing her to prepare for the college entrance exams and even setting goals.

Her only consolation now was that she had died at fourteen in her past life, not at four. Otherwise, she might not even get into college.

With a long sigh, Fu Suiyu lowered her head, fixating on the workbook. Inside, she sobbed silently.

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Fu Suiyu’s life remained routine. Except for occasional strolls, she spent most of her time locked away in a dedicated study room, diligently studying.

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Today, Fu Jiahui asked for a day off. The moment he left, Fu Suiyu sat with newfound ease, shedding her earlier obedient demeanor.

The young female teacher standing by the blackboard found Fu Suiyu adorable and pointed at the clock on the wall. “Hold on, just five more minutes until class ends!”

“All right, Teacher Cen!”

Cen Xiyun kept her eyes on the lesson plan, sneaking quick glances at Fu Suiyu. Honestly, this was the easiest job she’d ever had. The parents were reasonable, and the students hardworking. Work felt enjoyable. Earning fifty thousand a day left little to complain about.

Before long, the butler, Wang Bo, arrived, his presence announced even before he spoke. Opening the door, he first apologized to Cen Xiyun, then fixed his gaze on Fu Suiyu.

“Miss, you should check on the third young master. He’s taken a woman to the medical room!”

Fu Suiyu vanished in a flash. Cen Xiyun watched the butler’s trembling frame and had to steady him as they hurried along. Having been here for some time, she could tell the butler still wielded some influence in the household.

Fu Jia Peng’s medical room was on the second basement level. Fu Suiyu sprinted all the way, but when she reached the door of medical room 001, she broke down—Fu Jia Peng had changed the password.

No matter what she tried, she couldn’t get in.

“I’ll try!” Cen Xiyun said, staring at Fu Suiyu, amazed.

Without waiting for praise, Fu Suiyu charged inside.

On the operating table lay a woman. At a glance, Fu Suiyu knew she was the woman she had never met before—the first love of Shen Changhun: Rong Zhi.

Fu Suiyu ignored everything else and quickly grabbed a sharp surgical knife. Her face was full of disappointment as she stared at Fu Jia Peng, blood dripping down her hand, yet seemingly oblivious to the pain.

“How could I have a brother like you? Didn’t I forbid you from touching the surgical knife? Why didn’t you listen? What did Lin Yu order you to do?” Fu Suiyu’s voice grew more impassioned. “This is a person, not some experimental lab rat!”

Fu Jia Peng obediently lowered his head, his eyes fixed on Fu Suiyu’s bleeding hand.

Suddenly, he looked up at Fu Suiyu. “Go to the hospital. Get it bandaged!”

Fu Suiyu stood stubbornly, pointing at Rong Zhi on the operating table, who was already pale with fright. “What about her?”

“She’s fine. I didn’t do anything to her—you came just in time.”

Cen Xiyun didn’t understand what drama this brother and sister were playing out, but out of helplessness, she quickly gave orders to those around.

Fu Jia Peng muttered a thank you and wrapped Fu Suiyu’s bleeding hand with gauze as he walked out. At this moment, he was completely irrational, forgetting he was a doctor himself.

When Fu Jiajin and Fu Jiahui arrived at the hospital, Fu Suiyu’s hand was already bandaged. They stared at her left hand.

Fu Jiajin glared fiercely at Fu Jia Peng and punched him hard across the face. Fu Jia Peng stayed silent, while Fu Suiyu stood in front of him.

“Brother, don’t beat him to death. Luckily, it’s just my left hand. I can still take the exams.”

Hearing this, Fu Jiajin covered her forehead, both amused and heartbroken.

Fu Jiahui didn’t know what to say. Before coming, they had already uncovered some of Lu Yuan’s investigations. They felt Fu Jia Peng was truly foolish—he actually dared to keep someone tied up in his basement for Lin Yu.

The three of them confronted Fu Jia Peng together, but today he seemed mute, not uttering a single word of protest.

Fu Suiyu glanced at her eldest and second brothers.

Fu Jiajin then took Fu Jiahui aside.

Fu Suiyu stared at Fu Jia Peng. “What did Lin Yu tell you?”

“She…” Fu Jia Peng looked at Fu Suiyu and hung his head in shame. “She told me Shen Changhun had already agreed to be her boyfriend, but Rong Zhi sent a message to Shen Changhun. Seeing her upset, I thought I should do something for her.”

Fu Suiyu was helpless as well. “Third brother, if Lin Yu really regarded you as a brother, why would she have you handle this? Shooting the messenger is something we all know about. Why did I grab the surgical knife? Because I don’t want you to harm the innocent. With our family’s strength, if you stab with that knife, you won’t get hurt, but I hate how you treat human life like trash.”

“Why did Aunt give you that surgical knife? To remind you at every moment that saving lives is your duty.”

“You shouldn’t use your talent to do bad things.”

“If that’s the case, you might as well die sooner!”