Shen Qingqing's voice was cold, "Don't ask. Deal with this information immediately. I don't want to see any more discussions about him. Find some trolls, and clearly someone is intentionally stirring up trouble. Dig up Fu Tingyi's dirt. How can anyone believe the words of someone who is covered in mud themselves?"
Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind her, her waist being embraced.
Shen Qingqing smelled a familiar cold fragrance, hung up the phone directly, but said nothing.
The person behind her was silent for a long time. She didn't ask, and he didn't speak. Although the atmosphere was quiet, it was filled with a subtle warmth between them.
Shen Qingqing's fair hand covered his slightly tanned hand, her fingertips gently caressing his.
The movement was light, but it was more like silent comfort.
"I do have dyslexia." After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jingshu finally spoke, "When I received this diagnosis 20 years ago, everyone thought I would never be able to enter the company again."
How could someone with dyslexia handle the complicated matters of a company and read complex contracts?
At that time, only Madam Fu and the couple Fu Tingyi knew about this.
But he was not willing to give up.
The education he received since childhood was to strive to win what he wanted and to accomplish what he wanted to do.
Because of his superior family background and strong psyche, he had been invincible since childhood and had never experienced failure.
But until he was diagnosed with this illness.
It was the first time he encountered such a major setback.
But Fu Jingshu was not someone who would give up easily. Everyone said he couldn't do it, but he insisted on trying.
He secretly read those documents behind everyone's back. The process was truly painful and difficult.
He would often forget the previous sentence when reading the next.
Even though the words were right in front of his eyes, and he recognized them, when he tried to read them together, he just couldn't.
It was as if an invisible barrier was preventing him from connecting those words.
The treatment process was indeed long and painful.
Fu Jingshu buried his face in his wife's soft shoulder, his voice very quiet, "But I never gave up. Later I met Lin Mo. He was a very caring person. He helped me read those documents, and I handled them."
Although this method was a bit complicated, it really allowed him to handle those documents.
Even when Lin Mo was not there, he would describe the documents he had read to him in the briefest language, and he would give the results.
This was how it was handled for the first two years.
Only later did things start to change. His treatment began to take effect.
He started trying to read documents himself. Compared to normal people, his speed was incredibly slow, but it was no longer impossible to read at all like at the beginning.
Since then, he read important documents himself, and Lin Mo handled the unimportant ones.
Until now, his speed is slower than that of normal people, but he can already complete his own reading.
If it hadn't been brought up, he would have almost forgotten he had this illness.
"Qingqing..."
His voice was a little hoarse, with words left unsaid.
Shen Qingqing seemed to see through what he wanted to say in an instant, her soft hand holding his fingertips, "Are you worried I'll dislike you?"
Fu Jingshu remained silent.
Shen Qingqing looked at the sky outside the window, her eyes revealing a calm and distant gaze. For the first time, she shed her delicate and bright temperament, becoming much quieter.
But just holding her like this gave people a sense of security and peace.
"You are my husband, why would I dislike you?" Shen Qingqing turned around, her slender waist twirling in his hands, "Even if everyone in the world dislikes you, I won't."
Fu Jingshu gazed at her deeply, his profound eyes surging with obscure and dark emotions, like a tide that was deliberately suppressed, on the verge of breaking free from its cage.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He cupped his wife's head and lowered his lips to kiss her.
The kiss was passionate and lingering.
After it ended, Shen Qingqing's red lips were slightly swollen. She rested her hands on her husband's shoulders, breathing slightly heavily, "If I said I could cure this illness for you, would you believe me?"
Fu Jingshu said decisively, "Yes."
Shen Qingqing was stunned. "Aren't you going to ask me how I plan to treat you?"
Fu Jingshu shook his head. "No, I trust you."
This unconditional trust made her heart incredibly comfortable.
Shen Qingqing's face bloomed into a bright smile.
The next day, Shen Qingqing and Fu Jingshu went out together to send their two children to kindergarten. Chenchen and Xixi exchanged a look before getting into the car.
The warm atmosphere between Daddy and Mommy was almost palpable.
It was impossible to ignore.
But for them, the better the relationship between Mommy and Daddy, the happier they would be.
Who knew that at the kindergarten entrance, before the two children had even gotten out of the car, a group of reporters suddenly rushed out from somewhere and surrounded the car.
Shen Qingqing asked the two children to stay in the car and did not intend to let Fu Jingshu get out. But who knew that as soon as she got out, Fu Jingshu followed.
Shen Qingqing glanced at him.
Fu Jingshu gave her a faint smile.
Shen Qingqing couldn't say anything. She just silently held her husband's hand, telling him in this way.
She would accompany him.
No matter what hardships they faced.
The reporters asked questions one after another.
"Mr. Fu, is it true that you have dyslexia as reported online?"
"If you really have this illness, how did you become the CEO of Reas Group and handle so many documents?"
"Did someone handle the documents for you while you just occupied the position?"
"Or is someone slandering you?"
"Please answer us!"
There were many reporters, their clamor buzzing in their ears. Shen Qingqing raised a hand to signal for everyone to be quiet.
"Please listen to me," Shen Qingqing's voice clearly reached everyone's ears. It was cold and steady, inexplicably calming the atmosphere. "Regarding the rumors online, I hope you will not easily believe whether this matter is true or false. We will give you an explanation."
"So you mean the rumors online are all false?"
"Then it means he doesn't have dyslexia!"
One reporter's eyes lit up, almost shoving the microphone in front of Shen Qingqing.
This question was a trap.
If she said it was false, it would be equivalent to denying that Fu Jingshu had dyslexia, but the diagnosis document online was real.
That would be blatant lying.
But if she said the rumors were true, it would precisely confirm that Fu Jingshu had an illness, and that for the past 20 years, he had been lying.
From the age of 8, he began to handle company affairs and was known as the youngest CEO, his decisive style of handling matters comparable to that of an adult.
However, with this revelation, his title of prodigy would likely be lost.