《Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband》


 Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Welcome Home

    Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Welcome Home


    On the big screen that covered the entire wall, a photo was being displayed.


    A gray background, a little girl in ragged clothes and messy hair, holding a hamburger given by someone unknown, extending the patty to a stray dog squatting beside her.


    She was smiling, showing her cute little canine teeth, her dirty face had eyes that shone bright like a starry sky.


    This photographic work has a unique name¡ª¡±Hungry¡±


    ¡°The gold award-winning piece comes from the famous Chinese photographer Ji Sang. Unfortunately, Ji Sang could not attend the award ceremony due to a global tour, but let us give Ji Sang a warm round of applause in gratitude for bringing us such an incredibly beautiful work.¡±


    The applause below was thunderous.


    Sitting in the VIP seat, Fu Yisi was indifferent, arms crossed over his chest, uninterested in the excitement. Ye Lin, next to him, stopped her fervent clapping, poked him discontentedly, and said,


    ¡°I say, Fu Yisi, isn¡¯t that enough? Your wife won a gold award! Aren¡¯t you excited at all? Ah Shang couldn¡¯t come to take the award, you should at least be happy for her, you hear me?¡±


    Fu Yisi furrowed his brow, indifferent to his mother¡¯s accusation, emotionlessly retorting,


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    Ye Lin rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend how such a sunny and lively person like herself could have a son who dislikes talking so much.


    ¡°Ah Shang will be back in a few days, you have to go to the airport to pick her up. It¡¯s your duty as a husband!¡±


    Ye Lin poked him with her finger again, deflating slightly.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s brow furrowed even deeper, barely tolerating it, he pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiped the spot she had poked.


    Ye Lin: ¡­


    Is this really my son? What kind of son despises his own mother? His obsession with cleanliness is really too strange!


    ¡°Promise me.¡±


    ¡°Mm.¡±


    Fu Yisi stared at the screen displaying Ji Sang¡¯s profile, his eyes utterly unmoved.


    His wife, Ji Sang, was a photographer.


    That was all he knew about his wife of half a year.


    ¡ª¡ª


    At S City International Airport, Ji Sang, wearing sunglasses, clad in simple white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a travel backpack, and pulling a suitcase, was looking for the car that came to pick her up.


    After half a year away from China, the moment she stepped off the plane and smelled the scent of her homeland, she felt a profound warmth, dissipating the fatigue from the hours of flight. Though she traveled abroad to gather materials, she couldn¡¯t deny that her motherland was what truly left the biggest impact on her.


    Thus, she set her suitcase aside, carefully took out her DSLR from her backpack.


    On the highway to the airport, Fu Yisi connected a call via Bluetooth as soon as it was turned on, Ye Lin¡¯s voice burst forth,


    ¡°You scoundrel, today is the day Ah Shang gets back, did you pick her up? Your dad and I are waiting at home for you two to have dinner.¡±


    ¡°Mm.¡±


    ¡°So did you pick her up or not?¡±


    ¡°On the way.¡±


    ¡°Exactly, saying a couple more words won¡¯t kill you, alright, not talking more, come home early, be careful on the road.¡±


    Hanging up the phone, Fu Yisi habitually furrowed his brows.


    His mother always complained about his lack of words, and likewise, he did not like people who talked too much.


    Arriving at the airport, Fu Yisi found a parking spot and parked.


    Ye Lin was initially worried that he would not be able to find Ji Sang, so she specifically left Ji Sang¡¯s phone number in his phone. However, as soon as Fu Yisi reached the airport exit, he recognized her.


    The woman holding the DSLR.


    Fu Yisi stood for a moment, waiting until she packed up her gear before he walked over.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    Ji Sang was startled by the sudden figure appearing in front of her. The man was standing right in front of her, blocking the light, and at first, Ji Sang didn¡¯t recognize that the man was Fu Yisi, her husband.


    ¡°Sir, are you¡­¡±


    Mistaking someone¡­ Ji Sang swallowed the last three words.


    After her eyes adjusted to the environment, she naturally recognized that the man standing in front of her was the same man she had registered their marriage with at the civil affairs office half a year ago.


    Her thoughts suddenly drifted back to six months ago, when she and Fu Yisi had met through an arranged blind date by their elders, and the very next time they met was at the civil affairs office.


    He said: ¡°Let¡¯s get married.¡±


    She asked: ¡°Why?¡±


    His face was indifferent, yet his brows were slightly furrowed.


    ¡°Annoying.¡±


    She was stunned.


    Perhaps seeing her too surprised, he rarely explained,


    ¡°Don¡¯t want the family to keep pushing.¡±


    That was the most he had ever spoken during their two encounters.

 Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Welcome Home_2

    Chapter 2: Chapter 1 Welcome Home_2


    For some reason, she agreed. Maybe it was his attitude that swayed her, which was pretty good. They had nothing to do with each other, and getting married not only resolved the worries of their elders but also didn¡¯t interfere with their lives.


    After obtaining the marriage certificate, they had a meal with their family members.


    Then¡­ she began her global journey.


    Speaking of which, this was only the third time she had met him.


    Fu Yisi stood with his hands in his pockets, frowning at the woman who showed no reaction, and directly reached out to grab her luggage beside her and turned to leave.


    Ji Sang snapped back to reality in an instant and hurriedly zipped up her backpack and followed him.


    The man single-handedly placed her luggage into the trunk, his arm muscles looking exceptionally attractive under the sun¡¯s rays, causing Ji Sang to lick her slightly dry lips.


    That¡¯s it, she¡¯s itching to capture this scene with her camera.


    Having stowed away the luggage, Fu Yisi turned around only to see the woman spacing out again, looking at him. He frowned as he walked to the passenger side and opened the door.


    ¡°Get in.¡±


    Ji Sang snapped out of her daze and hastily retrieved her gaze, bending slightly as she got into the car.


    ¡°Thank¡­¡±


    Before she could finish saying thanks, the door was slammed shut.


    Ji Sang sat in the passenger seat, stunned for a moment. She thought that her husband might display the manners of a gentleman on the surface, but deep down he was all arrogance. After all, what did a mere certificate prove? She was just a person on a marriage certificate to him. Having met only three times, how could they possibly gain genuine recognition from each other?


    Ji Sang raised her eyebrows, not taking the matter to heart.


    When Fu Yisi got in the car and buckled up, Ji Sang said in a neutral tone, ¡°Thanks for the trouble.¡±


    Fu Yisi did not respond and confidently maneuvered the steering wheel.


    Sitting beside him, Ji Sang¡¯s gaze occasionally drifted to his rolled-up sleeves. She never had much resistance to beautiful things, and indeed Fu Yisi¡¯s arms were really nice-looking. Her eyes moved up to his fingers, slender and with well-defined joints. Then, Ji Sang glanced him over again and thought:


    Her husband had a good appearance, and if possible, she would really like to hire him as a live model.


    However, that idea, for the time being, was just wishful thinking.


    Taking her eyes off him, Ji Sang leaned slightly against the window, weary after more than ten hours on the plane.


    Neither of them spoke much, and the whole ride passed in silence.


    When the car stopped in the yard of a villa, Ji Sang, who had been sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Fu Yisi, who had been contemplating how to wake her up, paused, his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel.


    Good, no need to wake her.


    Getting out of the car, closing the door, and opening the trunk, Fu Yisi still lifted her luggage out with one hand, while Ji Sang went to the back seat to grab her backpack.


    On their way in together, Ji Sang whispered a thank you.


    Ye Lin and Fu Jue had already been waiting at the door. As soon as the car stopped, they hurried out to greet them.


    Ye Lin walked straight up to Ji Sang, took her hand with eyes brimming with tears,


    ¡°Ah Shang, you¡¯re finally back, Mom missed you so much.¡±


    With those words, she enveloped her in a hug.


    Ji Sang stiffened slightly, her hand hanging by her side raised a little and gently rested on Ye Lin¡¯s back. After hesitating a moment, she finally called out,


    ¡°Mom.¡±


    ¡°Ah!¡±


    Ye Lin was overjoyed. She knew that her daughter-in-law had been married off in quite a hurry, having gone on a global trip shortly after getting the marriage certificate, of course, she wasn¡¯t familiar with their family.


    But who was Ye Lin? She could chat with strangers for hours, so why would she worry about not getting familiar with her own daughter-in-law?


    What¡¯s hardest to resist in human hearts is the most sincere and enthusiastic initiative.


    Ye Lin let go of her, looked her up and down,


    ¡°Oh dear, you¡¯ve lost weight! Come, let your mother nourish you back to health.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled uncomfortably, thinking that she still needed some time to adjust to them.


    Beside her, Fu Jue was watching Ye Lin with eyes full of indulgence,


    ¡°Let the kids come in and sit down for a good rest now that they are back.¡±


    Then, looking at Ji Sang,


    ¡°Ah Shang, welcome home.¡±


    Instantly, Ji Sang felt a sting in her eyes; the words ¡°Welcome home¡± were too precious to her.


    She was adopted by her current parents when she was eight years old, and although they treated her extremely well, just like their own daughter, they had never said ¡°Welcome home¡± to her.


    Home, for her, was a heart¡¯s vermillion spot.


    Ji Sang looked at Fu Jue and called out,


    ¡°Dad.¡±


    Fu Jue smiled benevolently. This child spoke little and was shy, but her eyes told him that what she desired was simple, very simple. When he thought of this, Fu Jue glanced at Fu Yisi, who was standing aside silently, unsure if his son could give her what she wanted.


    After the four of them entered, Ye Lin pulled Ji Sang to sit down, and the latter sat up straight, her hands restrained on her lap.


    Ye Lin attentively inquired after Ji Sang, offering warm concern that left Ji Sang feeling somewhat out of her element, her gaze drifting, not knowing whom to look at.


    In this house, she still didn¡¯t have someone she could rely on.


    Fu Jue, noticing Ji Sang¡¯s discomfort, tugged at Ye Lin,


    ¡°Alright, let the child have a drink of water, isn¡¯t she thirsty after talking so much?¡±


    Ye Lin glanced at him disapprovingly, and Fu Jue touched his nose.


    Meanwhile, Fu Yisi was about to set the suitcase aside in the hallway when Ji Sang suddenly spoke,


    ¡°Wait a moment.¡±


    Then, under the three pairs of eyes watching her, she pulled over the suitcase and laid it on the ground,


    ¡°I¡¯ve brought gifts for Mom and Dad.¡±


    Ye Lin and Fu Jue exchanged a look and then turned their attention unanimously to Ji Sang, who was squatting there.


    ¡°Mom, this is a perfume I found in Paris; I thought it was very suited to you.¡±


    Upon first meeting Ye Lin, Ji Sang thought her mother-in-law was a woman who lived exquisitely.


    Ye Lin took it, her eyes lighting up. What woman could resist the allure of perfume? Especially coming from her daughter-in-law.


    ¡°May I open it?¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    Ye Lin immediately sprayed some on her wrist. The fragrance was light but refreshing and very fitting for her age.


    ¡°Thank you, Ah Shang! I love it.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled, taking out a box carefully,


    ¡°Dad, this is a set of tea bowls I found in Japan; I thought you would like it.¡±


    Fu Jue¡¯s eyes brightened at the sight, and after opening the lid, he couldn¡¯t stop smiling,


    ¡°Thank you, Ah Shang.¡±


    He enjoyed a good cup of tea and naturally cherished teaware. He didn¡¯t expect that after only meeting once, she had already noticed his taste. Such a considerate girl.


    Fu Jue held the tea bowls, unable to put them down, admiring the exquisite set, clearly valuable.


    Seeing another delicate box in the suitcase, Ye Lin¡¯s eyebrows rose. She reached out to nudge Fu Yisi, who was sitting silently, and signaled with her eyes.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s gaze swept over the suitcase and the squatting woman, his eyes showing no emotion.

 Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Chapter 2 Sleep in the Same Bed

    Chapter 3: Chapter 2 Sleep in the Same Bed


    Ji Sang looked at the box, her hand paused, and finally she took it out and handed it to Fu Yisi, who was expressionless.


    ¡°This is a watch I saw in Switzerland¡­ I hope you like it.¡±


    Fu Yisi lowered his eyes to the box in the woman¡¯s hand, reached out to take it, and said coldly,


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Ji Sang withdrew her hand, not surprised by the man¡¯s reaction. However, Ye Lin, who was at the side, couldn¡¯t stand it and slapped his shoulder with her hand.


    ¡°Your wife brought you a gift, what kind of reaction is that?¡±


    Fu Yisi frowned slightly, looking at the spot his mother had hit. Ye Lin instantly knew he was disgusted, this damn germaphobe!


    Ji Sang slightly curled her lips, saying nothing.


    Ye Lin pulled her up,


    ¡°Ah Shang, are you hungry? I¡¯ve already prepared the meal, let¡¯s go eat now.¡±


    Fu Jue followed up,


    ¡°Yes, your mother has been busy since early this morning.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at Ye Lin, feeling deeply moved. She knew that Ye Lin must have also been curious and doubtful about her, this sudden daughter-in-law, but she hadn¡¯t said or asked anything, just offering all the warmth she could give.


    As a mother-in-law, she was really good.


    ¡°Mom, I¡¯ll help you bring it out.¡±


    The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went into the kitchen, leaving only the Fu Family father and son with their partners in the living room.


    Fu Jue looked at his son, who was naturally indifferent and became even colder after becoming a doctor, and sighed softly, yet his voice was somewhat stern,


    ¡°Since you¡¯ve married Ah Shang, you should fulfill your duties as a husband and take up your responsibilities. Ah Shang is your wife.¡±


    Men of the Fu Family must be good to their wives; this is a tradition in the Fu Family, and he did not want this excellent tradition to end with his son.


    Fu Yisi lifted his gaze toward the kitchen, where the two women were chatting and laughing about something.


    That woman, she had never laughed like that when she saw him.


    ¡°I am talking to you.¡±


    Fu Jue frowned discontentedly.


    Fu Yisi shifted his gaze back, humming noncommittally.


    At the dinner table, Ye Lin kept serving dishes to Ji Sang, almost piling them into a small hill in her bowl. Ji Sang could only smile and accept all her kindness.


    After the meal, Ji Sang felt her stomach was uncomfortably full.


    After dinner, Ye Lin pulled Ji Sang to sit on the couch,


    ¡°Ah Shang, tell mom about some of the things that happened to you abroad.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled and nodded.


    In the midst of the conversation, Ji Sang even took out a USB drive to show Ye Lin the photos she had taken over the past six months.


    Ye Lin was captivated by the photos, hastily pulling over the father and son who were playing chess to the side,


    ¡°Look, the photos Ah Shang took are really beautiful!¡±


    Fu Jue dropped the chess pieces and came over, also giving his share of praises after seeing the photos. Fu Yisi, watching the smiles on the three faces, slightly furrowed his brow, but still stood up and sat next to Ji Sang.


    The photos were indeed very nice.


    Suddenly, Ye Lin exclaimed softly,


    ¡°Right, the trophy Ah Shang won last time is still in the study.¡±


    Then she looked at Ji Sang, smiling as she patted her hand,


    ¡°I¡¯ll go get it for you.¡±


    In a little while, Ye Lin came over holding the trophy, and quite formally handed it to Ji Sang.


    ¡°Our Ah Shang is really amazing.¡±


    Ji Sang felt the weight in her hands; she knew that her mother had specifically gone to the award ceremony, and when the staff had called to ask if she should hand the trophy to Ye Lin, she felt warmly touched at that moment.


    ¡°Thank you, mom.¡±


    Ye Lin smiled, squinting her eyes,


    ¡°Xiao Si also went there especially.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at Fu Yisi with some surprise, seemingly not expecting him to have gone.


    Fu Yisi habitually furrowed his brow; he had been coerced by his mother that day, but seeing Ji Sang¡¯s somewhat pleased expression, Fu Yisi didn¡¯t mention it.


    At nine o¡¯clock in the evening, Ye Lin took Ji Sang¡¯s hand,


    ¡°Stay here today. Xiao Si has been busy and staying at the hospital these past few days, the apartment over there definitely isn¡¯t tidied up.¡±


    Ji Sang was stunned by this sudden invitation, thinking about how to decline, when Ye Lin added another sentence,


    ¡°The parents-in-law went out to travel, the rooms over there must also be uncleaned. Stay here tonight, tomorrow I¡¯ll have the maid clean your new house before you go back.¡±


    New house? Oh, that was the wedding gift Ye Lin forcefully gave them after she and Fu Yisi got their marriage certificate.


    Speaking of which, she had only visited once and had left some clothes there.


    Ji Sang looked at Fu Yisi, as if staying here would still depend on his suggestion.


    Ye Lin followed the gaze, winking and gesturing towards her own son.

 Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Chapter 2 Sleep in the Same Bed_2

    Chapter 4: Chapter 2 Sleep in the Same Bed_2


    Fu Yisi¡¯s gaze briefly paused on Ji Sang¡¯s face.


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    Just like that, he agreed.


    Ye Lin was very happy, no longer made small talk, and directly urged the two to rest soon.


    At the Fu Family¡¯s, naturally, she and Fu Yisi shared a room.


    Ji Sang watched as Fu Yisi pulled her suitcase into the room without hesitation. She bit her lip and finally stopped at the doorway.


    Fu Yisi turned back to look at her, his eyes still cold.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    Ji Sang glanced at him, saw that there was no embarrassment on his face, and secretly clenched her teeth, then walked in.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t bother with her anymore and went straight to the closet to grab some clothes and headed to the suite¡¯s bathroom. Listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, Ji Sang¡¯s cheeks turned red.


    Sharing a room with a man she had only met three times, even if he was her husband in name, she still found it somewhat unacceptable.


    The night in late spring was mild; the window wasn¡¯t shut tightly, and the breeze blew in, stirring up her hair. Ji Sang didn¡¯t know why, but even though the night was cool, she felt a bit hot.


    The room they were in was previously Fu Yisi¡¯s room; the whole room had a black and grey palette, perhaps because he was a doctor, so everything was exceptionally neat and tidy. There wasn¡¯t a lot of stuff, but it was also not monotonous.


    About ten minutes later, Fu Yisi came out.


    Wearing a silver-grey silk robe, the collar unbuttoned, revealing his exceptionally sexy Adam¡¯s apple. Ji Sang glanced at it and quickly diverted her eyes. She has always liked beautiful things and feared that she couldn¡¯t stop staring, or even that she might make some unreasonable requests.


    ¡°I¡­ I¡¯m going to take a shower.¡±


    Ji Sang picked up the clothes already prepared on the side and walked into the bathroom, closing the door noisily behind her. Fu Yisi, who was drying his hair, looked at the closed door, his eyes slightly narrowed, feeling a wave of irritation.


    His need for cleanliness was always severe. Accepting someone into his living space, his life, was not simple.


    He thought of Fu Jue¡¯s words: She is your wife.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes lowered, and he went to the small balcony to open the window, his thoughts drifting to six months ago.


    His parents had specifically called him back and threw a pile of photos at him.


    ¡°Marry, or come back and take over the company.¡±


    He was nearly thirty, and his family was anxious. They knew he liked his job as a doctor, so they came up with this method.


    He disliked trouble. Ji Sang was the first person he had a blind date with and also the last. His eyes narrowed slightly; he didn¡¯t know if his decision was right or wrong, but at least he had been comfortable for the past six months.


    As for Ji Sang, he didn¡¯t have much aversion to her.


    It was only when the sound of the door behind him rang that Fu Yisi regained his thoughts. Turning around, he caught sight of Ji Sang, and his gaze lingered.


    Ji Sang wore a sleeveless nightgown that just covered her knees, and her skin appeared soft and tender after her bath, her face without makeup shining even more, bringing out a different kind of innocent charm. Her damp hair rested on her shoulders, making her skin seem even whiter.


    Ji Sang, who originally thought her dress was fine, suddenly blushed under Fu Yisi¡¯s gaze. Right, she was comfortable dressing this way when alone, but now, there was another person in the room.


    She looked at her nightgown and realized it might indeed be inappropriate.


    She quickly pulled a thin jacket from her suitcase, put it on, and somewhat flusteredly straightened her hair.


    ¡°Can I use your hairdryer?¡±


    Fu Yisi scoffed, amused. She had already used the bathroom, and yet she was asking such a question. Without responding, Fu Yisi lifted the covers and lay down, picking up a medical magazine to read.


    Ji Sang:¡­


    No words, that meant consent.


    Ji Sang took the hair dryer to the bathroom, closed both the inner and outer doors tightly, and then turned on the hair dryer at its lowest setting.


    Her hair was shoulder length, not too long, but thick, so drying it was troublesome. It took about ten minutes to dry completely.


    When she came out, Fu Yisi was still reading.


    Ji Sang scratched her hair.


    ¡°Is there¡­ an extra blanket or quilt?¡±


    Fu Yisi moved his gaze from the book and looked at the woman next to the bed, who wore a look of awkwardness, and coldly asked,


    ¡°What for?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll sleep on the couch.¡±


    Fu Yisi looked at the double seater sofa, which wouldn¡¯t be comfortable even for her. He closed the book in his hand and placed it aside.


    ¡°No bed?¡±


    Ji Sang remained silent.


    There was a bed, a large one, but is it really okay for two people who only met three times to share it?


    Seeing the woman hesitate, impatience flashed in Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes. He had already made so many concessions, yet this woman still wasn¡¯t being sensible!


    He pinched the bridge of his nose.


    ¡°Turn off the lights.¡±


    With that, he lifted the covers and lay down.


    He had a habit, on days without an evening shift, he would sleep at ten o¡¯clock sharp.


    Coincidentally, so did Ji Sang.


    She wasn¡¯t a pretentious person; if he could accept sleeping together, why couldn¡¯t she? It was just sharing the same bed.


    After simple skincare, Ji Sang lifted the covers on the other side, lay down, and turned off the light.


    After a long flight, Ji Sang was indeed tired. She fell asleep not long after lying down. Meanwhile, Fu Yisi, who had lain down before her, opened his eyes after hearing the steady breathing coming from Ji Sang.


    He looked at the woman¡¯s sleeping posture thoughtfully. Her body was curled like a bow, an expression of a lack of security. This was different from the image of Ji Sang he knew.


    Her smile was confident on the big screen at the photography contest award ceremony, natural when meeting his parents, and even when he asked her to marry him initially.


    It was hard to imagine that such a person lacked a sense of security in private.


    Just as Fu Yisi¡¯s thoughts wandered, a leg suddenly draped over him, followed by her soft body leaning against him. Her arm embraced his neck, and her legs entwined with his, his nostrils filled with the light fragrance of her body.


    Even though they used the same shower gel, it seemed to smell particularly pleasant on her.


    However, seeing the woman¡¯s posture like hugging a teddy bear, Fu Yisi¡¯s face darkened.


    For thirty years of life, no one had touched him like this, let alone a woman!


    Fu Yisi frowned tightly, stretched out his hand, and effortlessly shoved the person on him away. Once the constriction on his body was gone, Fu Yisi breathed a sigh of relief. But within minutes, the woman entangled him like an octopus once more.


    Fu Yisi:¡­

 Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Chapter 3 Distinguished Photographer

    Chapter 5: Chapter 3 Distinguished Photographer


    Throughout the entire evening, Fu Yisi incessantly repeated the act of pushing the woman off him until, utterly unable to tolerate it any longer, he resignedly slept on the double sofa with a thin blanket.


    The next day, Ji Sang woke up and habitually stretched her legs, then abruptly regained her awareness that she wasn¡¯t alone in bed and immediately withdrew them.


    Blinking her slightly bleary eyes, Ji Sang noticed that Fu Yisi wasn¡¯t in bed and let out a sigh of relief.


    That was a close call. If that kick really hit him, she wouldn¡¯t know what to do.


    Just as Ji Sang was feeling relieved, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Yisi, fully dressed, came out. Shedding that silver-gray nightgown, he reverted back to his austere and ascetic doctor persona.


    However¡­ his skin was very pale, and the dark circles under his eyes rather pronounced.


    Ji Sang frowned slightly. Did he not sleep well last night?


    Without dwelling on it, Ji Sang got out of bed spryly, tidying up the sheets and duvet without a single crease before heading to the bathroom to wash up.


    At breakfast, Ye Lin caught a glimpse of Fu Yisi¡¯s half-awake appearance and smiled teasingly.


    ¡°Ah Shang, did you sleep well last night?¡±


    Ji Sang paused with her movement and nodded,


    ¡°I slept very well.¡±


    A good night¡¯s sleep without a single dream.


    Fu Yisi, sitting aside, snorted coldly, which caused Ye Lin, who had a gossiping smile on her face, to narrow her eyes slightly. Was it not as she thought?


    Ji Sang just lowered her head with a touch of embarrassment.


    After breakfast, the two set out. Fu Yisi silently put the suitcases in the car and then sat in the driver¡¯s seat, his face showing cold indifference while watching his parents and that woman say goodbye.


    Ye Lin looked at her son, who was unbearably tactless, in the car and patted Ji Sang¡¯s hand sympathetically,


    ¡°Ah Shang, Xiao Si may seem cold and reticent, but I know my son has a tender heart. Living with him, you¡¯ll have to take the initiative to communicate more.¡±


    Ji Sang curved her lips slightly. Based on what she knew about Fu Yisi, it wouldn¡¯t just be communication, it would probably be a monologue on her part.


    After all, could it be called communication with just one or two words in response?


    After bidding farewell to the elders, Ji Sang got into the car, and as soon as she fastened her seatbelt, the car sped off.


    The journey was just as silent.


    Upon arrival at the matrimonial home prepared by Ye Lin, Fu Yisi directly carried the suitcases to the master bedroom on the second floor, and Ji Sang lightly said ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Fu Yisi, who was about to exit the doorway, suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, his brows furrowed as if pondering over what to say,


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Ji Sang today was much more at ease. After spending a night together, living in the same room from now on wouldn¡¯t be a problem.


    Fu Yisi, with hands in his pockets, stared at the oversized bed in the center of the room and coldly replied,


    ¡°Nothing.¡±


    Such a big bed, he didn¡¯t believe she could still wind up clinging to him.


    Having said that, he left.


    There was still business to take care of at the hospital today.


    As the sound of the door closing reached her, Ji Sang stopped unpacking and gently walked to the window, watching as Fu Yisi left, and let out a slight breath of relief.


    Upon opening the wardrobe, she found a uniform collection of shirts and suits arranged neatly by color, each covered with a dust bag.


    It seemed he rarely came back here over the last half year; the house must have been cleaned by someone his mother asked to come over last night.


    Looking at the half-empty wardrobe, Ji Sang thought for a moment and then decided to place her clothes in it one by one. Since she had decided to marry Fu Yisi back then, she ought to be prepared to live with him. Moreover¡­ the Fu Family was much easier to get along with than she had imagined; when she mentioned starting a half-year global trip after getting their marriage certificate and meal, they didn¡¯t hesitate to agree.


    Rare understanding.


    After finishing organizing, Ji Sang went down to the kitchen and checked, finding the fridge full of ingredients. She slightly arched an eyebrow, checking the time. It was time for lunch.


    Ji Sang had developed the habit of cooking for herself after enduring hunger in the orphanage. That¡¯s what she thought back then¡ªif she were ever to fall on hard times again, as long as there was a kitchen, she wouldn¡¯t starve.


    During the half year of travel, she hardly had a chance to enter the kitchen. Now, faced with this spacious, bright, tidy kitchen with all its complete equipment, she naturally felt an itch to cook.


    The kitchen happened to have ingredients.


    So, Ji Sang took action. In no time, she prepared four dishes and a soup, just as the eight-treasure rice in the rice cooker was ready.


    Gazing at the pleasing dishes, Ji Sang realized she couldn¡¯t possibly finish all this alone. Her delicate brows furrowed; she disliked waste. However, if she stored it in the fridge to eat in the evening, it would lose its original flavor.

 Chapter 6 - Chapter 6: Chapter 3 Distinguished Photographer_2

    Chapter 6: Chapter 3 Distinguished Photographer_2


    Anxiously sitting at the desk, Ji Sang suddenly thought of Fu Yisi.


    Right, today she officially moved in, so asking him if he wants to have dinner shouldn¡¯t be too awkward, right? Ji Sang picked up her phone, opened WeChat, clicked into the chat with Fu Yisi, where the background was empty except for a lonely line:


    I¡¯ve accepted your friend request, now we can start chatting.


    Oh, right, at that time, under the pressure of her parents, she was the one who proactively added Fu Yisi on WeChat, and that guy took a whole two days to accept her request.


    Rubbing the corner of her brow, Ji Sang felt a headache coming on.


    She never knew how to interact with people; among those close to her, it was always the others who initiated contact. She seemed clueless on how to initiate interaction with others, even¡­ if that person was her husband.


    What to do? Ji Sang rested her chin on her hand, her lips unconsciously pouting, her usually aloof face now possessing a touch of playful cuteness. Her slender, fair fingers lightly tapped on the phone screen.


    Should she send it?


    Just as Ji Sang was deep in thought, her fingers, unbeknownst to her, sent Fu Yisi a sticker.


    And it was the popular ¡°I¡¯m so south¡± one.


    She had only ever used this sticker when chatting with Su Ge.


    Instant recall.


    Looking at the successful recall message, Ji Sang breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted her chest; she was truly scared to death. But¡­ seeing the new message on the screen, Ji Sang¡¯s headache intensified.


    Fu Yisi definitely knew she had recalled the message.


    Her fingers started to crazily tap lightly; it was a habit of hers, when she was in a bad mood while filming, she would do this, usually helping her mood recover swiftly without affecting her work.


    But what about today? Why was she getting more and more panicked?


    After a while, Ji Sang, with her fingers almost sore from tapping, still sent a message.


    ¡°I made lunch, would you like to have some?¡±


    After sending it, Ji Sang put down the phone, leaned back in her chair, and exhaled deeply.


    It was really difficult for someone like her to initiate a message.


    After hesitating for a while, Ji Sang decided to pick up the phone again, and seeing that he hadn¡¯t replied yet, she actually felt a bit delighted.


    She served herself a full bowl of Eight Treasure Rice


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I want to waste food, it¡¯s just that he didn¡¯t reply to my message, I¡¯ve already tried my best.¡±


    Then she looked at the dishes on the table and swallowed.


    ¡°I¡¯ll start eating.¡±


    She had been busy all morning and was already very hungry!


    Eating alone might make others feel lonely, but Ji Sang did not feel this way at all, possibly because the feeling of hunger during her childhood was too vivid, she grew up to be a real foodie, and she had a big appetite.


    After eating, there wasn¡¯t much food left!


    Ji Sang looked at the leftovers on the table and pinched her waist.


    Hmm, traveling for half a year and enduring hardship, she had lost quite a few pounds! She wanted to gain it back, no worries!


    Fu Yisi saw the message at three in the afternoon, and he was just looking at some notifications from the hospital. He wasn¡¯t expecting to see her message


    Seeing this sentence, a flicker of surprise crossed Fu Yisi¡¯s deep eyes.


    He thought that they needed some time to adjust to their new roles. But now, it seemed like she was quite proactive?


    Fu Yisi never expected that Ji Sang was actually forced to send him this message.


    ¡°At work.¡±


    ¡°Not eating.¡±


    After thinking for a moment, Fu Yisi sent another message.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    This time, nearly all the hospital matters were settled, and Fu Yisi had some leisure time. Rarely without a book in hand, he stared at his phone, seemingly waiting for a reply.


    Ten minutes passed, his phone remained silent.


    Fu Yisi felt like a fool, not knowing why he was waiting for her message. He put down the phone and picked up the case file placed aside.


    When Xiao Zhang, the assistant doctor, came in and saw him like this, he quickly put the medical report on the table, said something, and hurriedly left.


    Even though he had been with Dr. Fu for some time, he was still quite intimidated by him!


    On the other side, Ji Sang really didn¡¯t intentionally not reply to Fu Yisi¡¯s message. After winning the award, someone from the city TV station contacted her, offering her a special appointment as a photographer for the station. As it happened, she wanted to stay in S city for a while, so she agreed to meet with the head. The meeting was set for today at three in the afternoon at a coffee shop in the city center.


    There were few people in the coffee shop at that hour, and Ji Sang recognized the head of the TV station immediately by his meticulous dress, which was quite conspicuous in the coffee shop.


    Ji Sang walked over, asked in a soft voice,


    ¡°Are you Mr. Lu Ming?¡±


    Lu Ming stood up and extended his hand gentlemanly,


    ¡°Hello, I am Lu Ming, you must be Miss Ji Sang Ji.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled stiffly, gently shook his hand, and then let go. Lu Ming was not offended at all, but politely gestured towards the seat,


    ¡°Miss Ji, please have a seat.¡±


    Ji Sang sat down, her expression cold, but inside she was extremely flustered.


    She was not good at interacting with people, and only barely agreed to come out after being vigorously persuaded by her best friend Su Ge.


    She said: Ah Shang, you can¡¯t just limit yourself to this small world, it would be a waste of your talents.


    So, she accepted Lu Ming¡¯s invitation.


    Lu Ming discreetly observed Ji Sang sitting across from him, and almost instantly, he was certain that this renowned photographer wasn¡¯t fond of socializing. Dressed simply in a White T-shirt and jeans, she seemed to embrace a casual spontaneity.


    ¡°What would Miss Ji like to drink?¡±


    ¡°Black coffee.¡±


    Lu Ming¡¯s eyebrows lifted. The black coffee here was intensely bitter, hard to imagine someone so delicate-looking enjoying such a thing.


    Truly an artist¡¯s preference.


    After the order, Lu Ming chuckled lightly,


    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect Miss Ji to accept the invitation, really grateful.¡±


    Ji Sang slightly curled the corners of her mouth, not speaking.


    When the coffee arrived, Lu Ming had a good grasp of Ji Sang¡¯s nature and went straight to the point.


    After listening to what Lu Ming had to say, Ji Sang¡¯s face didn¡¯t show much change, only she said while looking at the cup of coffee in her hand,


    ¡°I would like to add a condition.¡±


    A flicker of scrutiny flashed in Lu Ming¡¯s eyes,


    ¡°What condition would Miss Ji like?¡±


    It was then that Ji Sang finally lifted her head to look at him, her eyes avoiding his stare.


    ¡°If I need to go out for location shooting, I hope your station won¡¯t interfere too much.¡±


    Ji Sang said this with a firm gaze, and Lu Ming was inadvertently mesmerized.


    This demeanor, so much like himself back then, intensely determined for what he wanted.


    Almost without thinking, Lu Ming nodded.


    ¡°Of course, isn¡¯t it a special appointment?¡±


    Ji Sang smiled.


    That was the most sincere smile he had seen since she entered the coffee shop, so Lu Ming smiled as well.

 Chapter 7 - Chapter 7: Chapter 4: Slap! Gave Him a Slap on the Face

    Chapter 7: Chapter 4: Slap! Gave Him a Slap on the Face


    When it was time to part, Lu Ming smiled and extended his hand.


    ¡°Welcome, Ms. Ji. From now on, we are colleagues.¡±


    Ji Sang shook his hand in response.


    ¡°Can I come to the studio to report tomorrow?¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    Lu Ming lowered his eyes to check his watch.


    ¡°Sorry, there are some other matters at the studio, so I will head back first.¡±


    Ji Sang nodded slightly, and as soon as Lu Ming left, she immediately sent a message to Su Ge in Milan, not caring whether she could see it right now or not.


    This was the first time she had interacted alone with someone; when her best friend Su Ge wasn¡¯t famous yet, it was usually her keeping her company. Now that Su Ge didn¡¯t have as much time, she had to learn to be on her own. Of course, she had to share such joy with her too.


    It wasn¡¯t long after she had sent the message that Su Ge called.


    ¡°Hello, Sister! You¡¯re not busy, are you?¡±


    During this period, Su Ge had a show in Milan, so their communication had decreased significantly.


    ¡°Are you still backstage? How was it? That TV station¡¯s person in charge?¡±


    ¡°It was okay, really like Sister said, very nervous at first, but much better towards the end.¡±


    Su Ge¡¯s laughter came through.


    ¡°Our genius photographer has finally taken a big step. When I come back, I¡¯ll treat you to a big meal.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled as well.


    ¡°I should be the one treating you.¡±


    ¡°Who cares who among us treats whom? By the way, how are things with what¡¯s-his-name?¡±


    ¡°Who?¡±


    ¡°Your husband, what¡¯s his name¡­ Fu¡­ Fu Yisi, right, right, that¡¯s him.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s hand was tapping on the coffee cup intermittently.


    ¡°Mmm, pretty good.¡±


    Their current relationships was neither too close nor too distant, which felt quite comfortable for her and within her range of acceptance.


    On the other end, Su Ge let out a heavy sigh.


    ¡°How did you suddenly just go and get married like that? I didn¡¯t even get to screen him for you.¡±


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t understand why she agreed back then either, but¡­


    ¡°Sister, are you sure you¡¯re in any position to ask me that?¡±


    After all, who was the one who got married in a flash?


    On the other side, Su Ge ran out of words. Could she say that she and her dear husband truly fell in love at first sight¡­ cough cough, plus a one-night stand? Someone as anti-social as Ah Shang would definitely not understand.


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ve got to go on stage. We¡¯ll make a video call next time. Bye.¡±


    ¡°Bye.¡±


    After hanging up the phone, Ji Sang left and stopped by the mall on her way home.


    She needed to buy some care products.


    She would probably be staying in S city for quite a while. Her parents also said that it was time to settle down now that she was married.


    At that moment, Ji Sang realized she hadn¡¯t contacted her parents for a while and didn¡¯t know how they were doing on their trip. She decided she should give them a call later.


    Ji Sang had just returned; her car was still at the Ji family house and not picked up yet, so she had to take a taxi home. She didn¡¯t like taking the bus and had never ridden one.


    When she got home, it was just about time to make dinner. That¡¯s when Ji Sang remembered the message from Fu Yisi. She picked up her phone, hesitating as she looked at the screen.


    Should she make a call? Otherwise, cooking too much dinner would be wasteful.


    While Ji Sang was struggling with this, noise came from the front door. She looked over and saw a man in a white shirt and black trousers returning.


    For a moment, she didn¡¯t know how to react and stuttered out a question.


    ¡°You¡¯re¡­ back?¡±


    Fu Yisi placed his bag on the side cabinet, nodding slightly. He was a bit out of sorts today, feeling restless all afternoon. Fortunately, there were no issues at the hospital, so he came back early. At first, he drove towards his apartment out of habit, only remembering halfway that they had moved here.


    He loosened his collar slightly, looking at the woman who had put on an apron and the ingredients on the cooking table.


    ¡°You¡­ are cooking?¡±


    Ji Sang nodded slightly; she had wanted to ask what he would like to eat. But he walked towards the upstairs, stopping halfway before coming back down, right up to her.


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    What was this about?


    Fu Yisi looked at the woman in front of him with a somewhat awkward expression, swallowed a few times without her notice, and said coldly,


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    And then he added,


    ¡°I¡¯ll take a shower.¡±


    The first thing he did when he got home every day was to take a shower; it was his habit.


    Before Ji Sang could react, the man had already disappeared by the stairs.


    Thank you? Was he thanking her for cooking?


    Ji Sang shook her head slightly. She and Fu Yisi were still unfamiliar with each other; both of them needed to adjust.


    Upstairs, the man standing at the bedroom door frowned slightly.

 Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: Chapter 4: Slap! Gave Him a Slap on the Face_2

    Chapter 8: Chapter 4: Slap! Gave Him a Slap on the Face_2


    From the message she sent at noon, he thought she was quite proactive, but why didn¡¯t it seem that way when he started the conversation just now?


    The man¡¯s eyes shimmered with fluctuating light.


    If his father had not told him that phrase:


    She is your wife


    He might not have been troubled about their interactions.


    After all, Fu Yisi, this person, dons the coat of a gentleman on the outside, but deep down he is a proud and haughty prince, succinctly put ¡ª he¡¯s reserved but passionate.


    After finishing his wash, Fu Yisi, dressed in a grey homewear, came downstairs and silently stared at the four dishes and one soup laid out on the table.


    He never imagined that there would come a day in his life when there would be a woman at home who would don an apron for him and prepare four dishes and a soup waiting for his return.


    Just as Fu Yisi was trying to experience the so-called warmth of family his father spoke of, the woman merely said ¡°let¡¯s eat¡± and started devouring her food.


    Her manner of eating¡­ was somewhat bold.


    As if, she made these dishes more for herself rather than as the so-called duty of a wife.


    His mood dropped significantly.


    Ji Sang saw that Fu Yisi hadn¡¯t touched his chopsticks for a long time and paused slightly,


    ¡°Don¡¯t you like these?¡±


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t speak, but eventually, he moved his chopsticks. He had just eaten a small piece when his gaze paused and looked at the woman opposite in surprise.


    He really did not expect her culinary skills to be so good. It was said that Mr. and Mrs. Ji doted on her greatly, yet they were willing to let her cook.


    Both of them were not very talkative, making the meal exceptionally quiet, with only the occasional sound of chopsticks touching the edge of the bowl.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t like eating outside, and he would cook at home as well, although his cooking skills were just barely enough to make the food swallowable.


    After the meal, Fu Yisi took the initiative to say,


    ¡°I¡¯ll wash.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at him somewhat surprised, and before she could recover, Fu Yisi¡¯s long legs had already stepped into the kitchen, reaching for an apron to put on, and then pulled out gloves from a cabinet below, putting on two pairs! Ji Sang watched in astonishment as he began washing.


    Watching his proficient movements, Ji Sang confirmed that he really knew how to wash dishes. Since he did, she didn¡¯t need to stay there anymore and went upstairs to take a bath first.


    She felt a bit weary today, her head somewhat groggy.


    The master bedroom here was bigger than Fu Yisi¡¯s room in the Fu Family¡¯s home, with a considerably larger bathroom that even contained a bathtub.


    Ji Sang ran hot water, laid in it, and slightly closed her eyes, enjoying the relaxation the hot water brought to her body. Ji Sang didn¡¯t dare to soak for too long, afraid she might accidentally fall asleep. She had done this before, and the consequence was a severe cold that wouldn¡¯t heal without lying in bed for a few days.


    After drying her hair, Ji Sang lied on the bed and made a video call to her parents.


    It took about a minute before it was picked up.


    ¡°Hey! Ah Shang! You¡¯re back in the country?¡±


    Yang Jun looked at the camera with a smile, Ji Hanwen stood behind Yang Jun, looking at the camera affectionately and asked warmly,


    ¡°Ah Shang, did you miss daddy and mommy?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes immediately reddened,


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    She hadn¡¯t seen them for six months, naturally, she missed them.


    ¡°Daddy and mommy miss you too. We haven¡¯t seen Ah Shang for half a year, and you seem to have lost weight, haven¡¯t you been eating well?¡±


    Ji Sang smiled, they always thought she was too thin, always wanting her to eat more.


    ¡°Mom and dad, I¡¯ve been eating well! Is Singapore fun?¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s quite nice, next time let¡¯s go, the three of us together.¡±


    Yang Jun said with a smile, it¡¯s just that Ji Sang didn¡¯t notice at the time, a touch of sorrow flickered in the eyes of the two in the video.


    ¡°Mhm.¡±


    This was when Yang Jun noticed the color of the bedsheet behind her,


    ¡°Ah Shang, where are you?¡±


    Ji Sang hadn¡¯t had the chance to respond when Ji Hanwen gently nudged Yang Jun,


    ¡°Of course, at her and Xiao Fu¡¯s new place, darling, right?¡±


    Ji Sang nodded, and only then did Yang Jun come back to her senses, tears welling up in her eyes,


    ¡°Ah, just like that, Ah Shang is married.¡±


    ¡°Mom¡ª¡±


    Ji Sang found it somewhat hilarious, given that it was her mom who had been keen on setting up the blind date with Fu Yisi, yet half a year had passed and she had seemingly forgotten all about it.


    At that point, Ji Hanwen clicked his tongue, pointed at his head, and wore a smile,


    ¡°Sweetheart, don¡¯t mind your mom? She¡¯s got a bit of a problem here.¡±


    No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yang Jun¡¯s palm made its way towards Ji Hanwen¡¯s head,


    ¡°Are you despising me now?¡±


    Ji Hanwen hastened to shout several times,


    ¡°Not at all, not at all.¡±


    Then came a little playful skirmish.


    Watching this, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but smile. Her parents, oh her parents, had a great relationship, consistent over the decades. Since she joined the Ji Family, they often playfully bickered like this. Of course, both of them were exceedingly good to her, treating her just like their biological daughter.


    ¡°Mom and Dad, you¡¯ve played all day, go rest well.¡±


    Ji Sang spoke out to stop their bickering.


    Mr. and Mrs. Ji looked reluctant but after lecturing her a few more times, they slowly hung up the call. It was only after hanging up that Ji Sang realized she had forgotten to share today¡¯s events with them.


    Oh well, it could always be shared later.


    Truly tired, Ji Sang fell asleep not long after hanging up.


    By the time Fu Yisi came out of the study it was almost ten o¡¯clock. Returning to the bedroom, he saw the woman sleeping sweetly on the bed, a vein on his forehead throbbed slightly,


    How did this woman manage not to leave any space for him to lie down on such a big bed?


    Pinching the bridge of his nose which was becoming sore, Fu Yisi walked to the bed, looking at the woman whose mouth was slightly open. He gently pushed,


    ¡°Wake up.¡±


    The woman smacked her lips and her palm ungraciously slapped the man¡¯s hand.


    Smack!


    That sound was particularly loud in the room. Looking at his reddened hand, Fu Yisi¡¯s face darkened, but the culprit flipped over unconsciously,


    Still sprawling in a starfish position, occupying the entire bed.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes then shifted to the sofa at the foot of the bed, mentally weighing whether sleeping on the sofa or the bed would be less painful.


    After pondering for a long while, Fu Yisi decided to still sleep on the bed.


    Sleeping on the sofa would definitely cause backache, while there might be a slight chance of comfort on the bed.


    Thus, Fu Yisi leaned over, unapologetically moved Ji Sang¡¯s legs to one side, then grabbed the blanket and rolled her up tightly.


    Looking at the woman who couldn¡¯t move, Fu Yisi nodded in satisfaction, took a thin blanket from the closet, and laid down.


    Comfortable!


    In the middle of the night, Ji Sang woke up feeling hot.


    Blearily looking at the blanket rolled around her and the man deeply asleep next to her, she scratched her head, exerting some effort to unwrap the blanket from herself.


    ¡°Phew¡ª¡±


    She remembered the blanket was properly covering her when she fell asleep. How did it suddenly get so tightly wrapped?


    Looking at the thin blanket on the man, a flicker of guilt passed through Ji Sang¡¯s eyes.


    Could it be because she had rolled all the blanket to herself that he had no choice but to use just the thin blanket? Although it was late spring, the nights were still quite chilly.


    Thinking this, Ji Sang carefully divided some blanket over Fu Yisi, then turned over and went back to sleep facing away from him.

 Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Chapter 5 How Can There Be a Woman with Such Bad Sleeping Postures

    Chapter 9: Chapter 5 How Can There Be a Woman with Such Bad Sleeping Postures


    The next day, Fu Yisi woke up from the cold, looking at the leg on his body, and his forehead twitched. The woman was still sleeping sweetly, the tightly rolled quilt had long been lost somewhere, and the thin blanket originally on him was rolled into her arms¡­


    Sighing deeply, Fu Yisi felt that he was still too naive. No matter how big the bed was, as long as he slept here, the woman would definitely wrap around him.


    How could anyone have such bad sleeping habits?


    After finally prying the woman¡¯s leg off, Fu Yisi got out of bed and checked the time¡ªit was only six-thirty.


    After washing up, Fu Yisi went downstairs, looked at the kitchen, then glanced upstairs.


    Since he usually made breakfast, making breakfast for one more person was no big deal.


    So, when Ji Sang came downstairs, she saw this scene: a man wearing an apron coming out of the kitchen, holding a prepared Western-style breakfast.


    Although¡­ his face was as usual, not very expressive, under the sunlight, he appeared somewhat gentle.


    Ji Sang felt a bit embarrassed.


    ¡°You¡­ woke up so early.¡±


    She had set her alarm for seven o¡¯clock, not expecting that when she got up, the man had already made breakfast.


    The man didn¡¯t reply, just brought the breakfast to the table, sat down and was about to start eating when he noticed the woman still standing agape, slightly frowning,


    ¡°Not eating?¡±


    Ji Sang came back to her senses.


    ¡°I will.¡±


    Why not eat when there¡¯s breakfast ready?


    Sitting down, looking at the man, even in an apron, simply eating breakfast yet looking beautiful like a painting, Ji Sang suddenly had a thought.


    She must find an opportunity to make Fu Yisi her model.


    Halfway through eating, Ji Sang paused and looked at the man opposite her.


    ¡°Could I trouble you to take me to the downtown area today? I¡­ need to report at the TV station.¡±


    The man paused for a moment, then looked up at Ji Sang.


    ¡°My car is still at the Ji Family home, I¡¯ll pick it up after work.¡±


    Ji Sang thought there was a brief moment of silence after she spoke, making her think he was reluctant.


    ¡°No need.¡±


    Ji Sang lowered her eyes, a hint of disappointment flashing through them, but then the man spoke again,


    ¡°There¡¯s a car at home.¡±


    Ji Sang looked up.


    ¡°Can I use it?¡±


    The man frowned.


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled upon hearing this reply.


    Fu Yisi watched her smile, somewhat puzzled. The car bought and stored in the garage, why not use it? Although they married through matchmaking, she had already taken his surname, she was fully entitled to use Mrs. Fu¡¯s things.


    No need to go back home to fetch the car, Ji Sang felt a lot better, and she looked at Fu Yisi with added warmth.


    Su Ge was right, it¡¯s better to drop one¡¯s guard against others to discover their good qualities.


    Fu Yisi, although not very talkative and often expressionless, felt¡­ actually quite kind.


    If Fu Yisi knew the woman was describing him as ¡®kind¡¯, he might not be able to refrain from scoffing.


    Reaching the garage, Fu Yisi realized that his other car was parked near the apartment by the hospital. Feeling slightly embarrassed for once, Fu Yisi gave a light cough, observing the woman¡¯s curious look, his face showed an unfamiliar embarrassment.


    ¡°¡­I¡¯ll drive you.¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    ¡°The other one is at the apartment.¡±


    Ji Sang nodded.


    ¡°I see.¡±


    The woman scratched her head.


    ¡°Thanks, then.¡±


    In the car, the atmosphere returned to that of the day they drove back from the airport to the Fu Family home, with neither of them speaking. Fu Yisi directly dropped the woman off at the TV station¡¯s entrance.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Fu Yisi rolled down the window.


    ¡°Come find me after work, and you can drive back.¡±


    ¡°Ah?¡±


    Before Ji Sang could respond, the car had already driven away.


    Ji Sang frowned, thinking about finding him after work? At the hospital? But she didn¡¯t know which hospital he was at?


    Shaking her head, she decided to figure it out later.


    Ji Sang turned to face the building in front of her, took a deep breath, slightly clenched her fists, and encouraged herself internally.


    You can do it, Ji Sang.


    ¡°Ms. Ji?¡±


    Ji Sang turned around and saw Lu Ming dressed in a silver suit, holding a briefcase. Seeing that the woman didn¡¯t react, Lu Ming stepped forward¡ª


    ¡°Ms. Ji, you came this early?¡±


    God Lu glanced at the time; he always liked to come half an hour early, and he didn¡¯t expect her to be here this early too.


    Ji Sang adjusted the bag on her shoulder and nodded slightly, Lu Ming chuckled lightly, jokingly,


    ¡°Ms. Ji, you didn¡¯t forget my name, did you?¡±


    Ji Sang quickly waved her hands.


    ¡°No¡­¡±


    Lu Ming raised his eyebrows, breaking into a smile,


    ¡°Just kidding, let¡¯s go inside.¡±


    Ji Sang held her bag straps and nodded slightly.


    As soon as they entered the building, they saw quite a few people bustling around. Although not everyone was in formal wear, they were dressed more formally than her, in a simple white shirt and jeans, too casual and unrestrained, appearing as if from another world.

 Chapter 10 - Chapter 10: Chapter 5 How Can There Be a Woman with Such Bad Sleeping Habits_2

    Chapter 10: Chapter 5 How Can There Be a Woman with Such Bad Sleeping Habits_2


    The sense of discomfort invaded her brain in an instant.


    Sure enough, when it came to adapting to a new environment, she still felt at a loss.


    Lu Ming seemed to notice her reaction, slowed down his steps, and began introducing the place to her.


    ¡°There is a large studio on the first floor where the station¡¯s major programs are usually recorded. I¡¯ll take you to have a look.¡±


    People passing by were all greeting Lu Ming,


    ¡°Vice director.¡±


    It was only then that Ji Sang learned that he was the Vice Director of the television station.


    Looking at the man in his thirties but not yet forty, Ji Sang genuinely admired him; so young and already sitting in such a position.


    Unlike her, who was still struggling to adapt to this communal society¡¯s life.


    The largest studio on the first floor was indeed very big, able to accommodate several hundred audience members, and the stage had both a main and secondary stage.


    Lu Ming kept on introducing, but without receiving any response, he looked and saw that her gaze had long since wandered.


    ¡°Right, Ms. Ji must not be interested in this. How about we go up to the photography studio first?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes lit up; she had always heard that the television station had a top-equipped photography studio, for which she had long harbored admiration.


    ¡°Can we?¡±


    Lu Ming looked at her eyes filled with galaxies and couldn¡¯t help but shake his head with a smile.


    ¡°Then please, this way.¡±


    Reaching the photography studio, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t wait to explore.


    Closing the door, all the sounds from outside were shut out; whether it was the camera, tripod, spotlight, and so on, everything was of the highest-grade configuration she knew of.


    The more Ji Sang looked, the brighter the light in her eyes became.


    Her family wasn¡¯t short of money, but when it came to photography, she has always been insistent on not relying on her family¡¯s support. After all, this was her dream, and she wanted to cultivate every inch of land personally.


    She took a small step back; if she damaged the equipment here, she couldn¡¯t afford to compensate.


    Lu Ming stood at the door with his arms crossed, watching the curious yet cautious woman examining everything, feeling increasingly that this person was interesting.


    ¡°How about it? Does it match up to Photographer Ji?¡±


    More than just match up!


    Ji Sang felt emotional inside, suddenly feeling that coming to the television station was a good choice.


    The woman didn¡¯t respond, and Lu Ming had grown accustomed to her quiet nature.


    ¡°Alright, you can use it anytime you want, now can you come up with me?¡±


    Ji Sang withdrew her gaze, looking at Lu Ming somewhat apologetically.


    ¡°Sorry, I was mesmerized for a moment.¡±


    Lu Ming raised an eyebrow with a slight smile,


    ¡°I understand. Shall we go then?¡±


    Upon arriving at the office area, as soon as they walked in, everyone stopped their work and looked at the two people at the door.


    Feeling the person beside him holding their breath, Lu Ming scrapped the idea of introducing her to everyone for now and led her straight to his office.


    ¡°Song Xiu, come to the office for a moment.¡±


    The called young man stood up, his face slightly red and his expression nervous as he followed amidst everyone¡¯s gaze.


    In the office, Lu Ming poured a cup of tea for Ji Sang and looked at the young man who had followed in.


    ¡°Do you know who she is?¡±


    The young man immediately nodded,


    ¡°Teacher¡­ Teacher Ji.¡±


    Ji Sang quickly waved her hand,


    ¡°Don¡¯t call me Teacher Ji, just Ji Sang is fine.¡±


    Lu Ming quickly corrected himself, smiling as he said,


    ¡°Ji Sang, this kid is your loyal fan. He has been looking for me numerous times since learning you were coming over.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at the standing young man; indeed, admiration was visible in his eyes toward her. She started feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as she never knew someone would admire her. She also wasn¡¯t quite sure how to handle this feeling.


    ¡°This kid is very talented; from now on, he will be following you.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes widened, looking incredulously at Lu Ming,


    ¡°What do you mean?¡±


    ¡°`


    ¡°Afterwards, he will follow you and be your assistant.¡±


    Song Xiu¡¯s gaze was intense, making Ji Sang even more uncomfortable.


    ¡°Teacher Ji, I¡¯ll be looking forward to your guidance in the future.¡±


    Ji Sang quickly crossed her hands in front of her and leaned back slightly, her eyes full of rejection.


    ¡°No¡­no need, I can manage on my own.¡±


    Lu Ming hadn¡¯t expected Ji Sang to refuse and instinctively glanced at Song Xiu, whose disappointment and sadness in his eyes made Lu Ming feel quite reluctant to see.


    The office fell into a moment of silence. Ji Sang blinked, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what she had just said, only¡­ upon seeing the deep sadness in the eyes of the young man standing before her, she felt a bit uncomfortable.


    She didn¡¯t mean to disdain him; she was truly just used to being alone.


    She opened her mouth to speak, but in the end, Ji Sang didn¡¯t say anything.


    Lu Ming took a sip of tea.


    ¡°I¡¯m afraid that won¡¯t do.¡±


    Ji Sang immediately turned her head to look at him.


    ¡°Why?¡±


    Meeting Ji Sang¡¯s astonished and puzzled gaze, Lu Ming slowly placed the tea cup down, his fingers interlaced on his lap.


    ¡°The work at the television station is different from your usual photography; it requires negotiation with various parties, and sometimes, you need to go on-site to capture footage, so it is simply impossible for you to do it alone.¡±


    Ji Sang frowned, her fingers unconsciously tapping on the armrest of the sofa.


    ¡°I can carry the equipment by myself.¡±


    Lu Ming laughed out loud.


    He laughed at Ji Sang¡¯s consistent avoidance of interacting with others.


    ¡°But in that case, you would have to handle all the negotiations as well, and when the time comes, you¡¯ll have to deal with all sorts of people. Are you willing?¡±


    As Lu Ming said this, a smile was on his lips, his eyes intently fixed on Ji Sang.


    He knew she wouldn¡¯t want to.


    Compared to dealing with many people and having an assistant, she would definitely choose the latter.


    Sure enough, after pondering for a while, Ji Sang first looked at Lu Ming and then at Song Xiu, who was looking at her fervently and with hope, making her feel that if she refused again, she might really hurt the young boy¡¯s heart.


    So, under the earnest gaze of the two men, Ji Sang nodded.


    ¡°Let¡¯s give it a try then.¡±


    ¡°Of course.¡±


    Both men smiled, Song Xiu¡¯s hand at his side clenched into a fist, and his smile couldn¡¯t be contained.


    ¡°Thank you, Teacher Ji! I will do my best.¡±


    Ji Sang quickly waved her hand.


    ¡°Just call me by my name.¡±


    Song Xiu realized she probably didn¡¯t like the title ¡°Teacher,¡± but it was impolite to call her by name directly. After thinking, he called out,


    ¡°Sister Ji.¡±


    Ji Sang glanced at him, not rejecting, as long as it wasn¡¯t Teacher Ji.


    Lu Ming cleared his throat.


    ¡°Now that you two are here, I¡¯ll assign you a task. This is something the station has been placing great importance on recently.¡±


    When it came to work, Ji Sang sat up straight, her eyes filled with more seriousness. At Lu Ming¡¯s gesture, Song Xiu sat down beside Ji Sang, still keeping a distance of about one person¡¯s space.


    After sitting down, Song Xiu, seeing that Ji Sang showed no sign of repulsion, breathed a sigh of relief; he had really been startled just now, thinking he might not be able to be Teacher Ji¡¯s assistant.


    What he didn¡¯t know was that Ji Sang, with her hand hanging by her side, was gripping the sofa tightly underneath.


    She found it hard to accept being so close to someone she had just met. She tried to ignore the presence of the person next to her, focusing all her attention on the work Lu Ming was talking about.


    ¡°The station is going to make a publicity film for City First Hospital, featuring several authoritative doctors. The theme is to promote the hospital¡¯s high-end equipment and top-tier talent, with the most important message being medical compassion and love.¡±


    At this point, Lu Ming¡¯s expression darkened slightly.


    ¡°As you both know, several hospitals in the city have recently been experiencing medical disturbances.¡±


    Ji Sang, who always pays attention to social issues, was aware of this matter.


    ¡°This is a way for the higher-ups to address the issue, so it¡¯s very important.¡±


    Ji Sang seemed to understand why Lu Ming had approached her.


    Because her work is all about hidden human nature in society; what she excels at is exposing ignored truths.


    ¡°`

 Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: Chapter 6: The Surgical Wizard Dr. Fu

    Chapter 11: Chapter 6: The Surgical Wizard Dr. Fu


    Although it was Ji Sang¡¯s first day at the TV station, Lu Ming had already prepared a small independent office for her, with two desks inside, one for Ji Sang and the other for Song Xiu.


    Of course, he did not show any extra leniency just because Ji Sang was new, and directly had Song Xiu take her to the office to start preparing for the hospital promotional video.


    This matter was indeed urgent.


    Ji Sang had only participated in social work during her junior year and right after graduation, spending the rest of her time on freelance photography, and occasionally taking photos for some magazines, after all, she still needed to eat. But she had never done this kind of work at a television station before.


    Although she was specially hired, her involvement in content planning and style management was indispensable.


    Fortunately, there was Song Xiu. Although he was just an intern, he was much better at communicating with other departments than Ji Sang.


    Ji Sang spent the whole morning looking at previous content plans, and frowned at these hollow materials.


    Seeing Song Xiu also busy with his head down, she asked,


    ¡°Have you guys been to the hospital?¡±


    Song Xiu shook his head,


    ¡°We¡¯ve been too busy recently, no one has been able to go, and¡­¡±


    Song Xiu snorted lightly,


    ¡°The people in the planning department only need to sit in the office,¡±


    relying on their never-ending imagination. Moreover, the hospital is crowded, they are busy too, and it¡¯s hard to schedule a time, hard to find someone to host. These people ¡®indulging in ease¡¯ at the station, why would they bother going there.


    Hearing this, Ji Sang furrowed her brows even tighter.


    Without going on-site for an inspection, how could one create the most realistic and moving content?


    ¡°Let¡¯s find a time to go, no¡­ let¡¯s go after work today. Contact the hospital and tell them we are just there to look around,¡±


    Song Xiu nodded, his eyes shining.


    Looking at the clock on the wall, he asked softly,


    ¡°Sister Ji, shall we go eat together? The TV station¡¯s cafeteria is not bad.¡±


    Ji Sang paused in her actions,


    ¡°No, you go ahead, I¡¯ll finish up these tasks first.¡±


    Song Xiu frowned,


    ¡°How can you skip meals? Work can always be finished later.¡±


    Ji Sang knew Song Xiu meant well, but just the thought of eating in front of so many strangers made her uncomfortable, especially since there was no one she was very familiar with here.


    Noticing the woman¡¯s aversion, Song Xiu swallowed the words he wanted to continue with, thinking about her resistance when she heard in the vice-director¡¯s office that he would be her assistant, and¡­ the rumors that the famous Photographer Ji actually had social anxiety. Song Xiu¡¯s eyes flickered,


    ¡°Sister Ji, how about I go to the cafeteria and then bring something back for you? What would you like to eat?¡±


    Ji Sang reflexively declined,


    ¡°No need, I can order takeout.¡±


    A look of helplessness crossed Song Xiu¡¯s eyes,


    ¡°I¡¯m just offering to bring it along, waiting for takeout will take quite some time.¡±


    That was true. Ji Sang pursed her lips, looking at the sincerity and seriousness in the boy¡¯s eyes, she wavered, and finally asked uncertainly,


    ¡°Is¡­ is that okay?¡±


    ¡°Of course! Sister Ji, I¡¯ll go down now and be right back.¡±


    As if afraid Ji Sang would decline again, the boy rushed out before she could say anything.


    When he arrived at the cafeteria, Song Xiu annoyed tapped his forehead. He hadn¡¯t even asked what Ji Jie liked! How did he come down so hastily? He took out his phone, only to realize that they were busy all morning and hadn¡¯t had a chance to add each other on WeChat. So¡­ should he go back up and ask now?


    No, if he went back up, who knows if Sister Ji would reject him.


    So Song Xiu pursed his lips, looking at the displayed dishes, trying to guess what Ji Sang would like.


    When Song Xiu came back up with the meals, Ji Sang was editing the content plan. She was surprised to see two portions of food in Song Xiu¡¯s hands,


    ¡°Haven¡¯t you eaten yet?¡±


    Song Xiu¡¯s face turned slightly red; he had been pondering what Sister Ji might like downstairs, and without paying attention, he took a little too long to decide.


    He placed the food on the table,


    ¡°Sister Ji, see if you like it, if not, I can go get you something else.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table, a bit surprised.


    The station¡¯s food is this good?


    ¡°How much? I¡¯ll transfer it to you,¡±


    she said as Ji Sang took out her phone. Song Xiu couldn¡¯t help but laugh,


    ¡°Sister Ji, the meals here are free, but¡­ we could add each other on WeChat for easier contact in the future,¡±


    He said while already fetching his phone to pull up the WeChat QR code.


    Ji Sang was first taken aback, then scanned the code, and looking at the WeChat profile picture that appeared, she couldn¡¯t help but glance at Song Xiu.

 Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Chapter 6: The Surgical Wizard Dr. Fu_2

    Chapter 12: Chapter 6: The Surgical Wizard Dr. Fu_2


    This profile picture really is her most recently awarded piece.


    Song Xiu seemed a bit embarrassed, touched his head, and whispered


    ¡°I said it before, I am Sister Ji¡¯s loyal fan¡±


    Ji Sang blinked a few times, averted her gaze, and coughed lightly


    ¡°Let¡¯s eat¡±


    So, the office, neither particularly big nor small, fell into silence again.


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t have anything to say, while Song Xiu didn¡¯t know how to speak.


    Seems like his admiration was actually a burden to Sister Ji?


    After the meal, Song Xiu took the initiative to clean up. Ji Sang wanted to offer help, but was rejected by Song Xiu


    ¡°Sister Ji, I¡¯ve got this¡±


    Song Xiu was quick with his movements, hardly giving Ji Sang the chance to reach out, she pursed her lips


    ¡°Thank you¡±


    The boy smiled,


    ¡°It¡¯s what I should do¡±


    But Ji Sang furrowed her brows


    ¡°You just need to help me with work¡±


    As for everyday life, he didn¡¯t have to do these things.


    Song Xiu¡¯s hand-wiping stopped for a moment, then he smiled helplessly


    ¡°Sister Ji, then please teach me more¡±


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t reply, going back to her seat. There was a slight dim in the boy¡¯s eyes, and when he sat down, he heard Ji Sang say


    ¡°I¡¯m not good at teaching, but you can ask me if you don¡¯t understand something¡±


    Song Xiu¡¯s eyes immediately brightened


    ¡°Thank you, Sister Ji!¡±


    Ji Sang was somewhat uncomfortable with his gaze, and asked


    ¡°Do you have the information on the interviewee?¡±


    ¡°Yes¡±


    Song Xiu brought over the materials that he had prepared earlier to Ji Sang¡¯s desk.


    ¡°The most important doctor for this promotional video is this one, Dr. Fu, he¡¯s the big name of City First Hospital, a master surgeon.¡±


    Hearing the name Dr. Fu, Ji Sang¡¯s hand holding the materials stopped, her household also had a Dr. Fu. But truth to be told, she really didn¡¯t know anything about him, not even which hospital he was with.


    Thinking about this, Ji Sang felt a headache coming.


    Doesn¡¯t this mean she¡¯d have to make a phone call after work?


    ¡°Sister Ji? Is there a problem?¡±


    Ji Sang suddenly snapped back to reality, slightly pursing her lips


    ¡°No, it¡¯s nothing¡±


    Looking back down at the material in her hands, her eyes flickered with surprise upon seeing the photo.


    She didn¡¯t expect that the person she was going to interview would actually be her husband.


    Well, that meant she wouldn¡¯t need to make a call before the end of work.


    Due to professional habits, Ji Sang¡¯s gaze lingered for a bit longer.


    The man had his hands tucked inside his white coat, no particular expression on his face, even his eyes held a hint of impatience.


    She could imagine that he must have been compelled to take this photo.


    For some reason, Ji Sang suddenly felt like laughing. She coughed lightly


    ¡°After work, let¡¯s make a trip to the hospital¡±


    ¡°Okay, should we bring equipment?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes fell slightly, contemplating for a moment


    ¡°Bring it with you.¡±


    Only in the most ordinary days can one capture the most genuine things.


    Just around the end of the workday, Ji Sang and Song Xiu packed up and headed for the hospital. In the elevator, they encountered many employees from the TV station. Obviously, they didn¡¯t recognize Ji Sang who had just arrived today, but they seemed quite familiar with Song Xiu by her side.


    Moreover, Song Xiu had quite a good reputation.


    Especially¡­ with women.


    After all, he was a young, sunny, and handsome guy.


    The elevator was cramped, and the chatter among a few people made it particularly noisy.


    Ji Sang wasn¡¯t very comfortable with this, and she kept shrinking into the corner of the elevator.


    By the time they stepped out of the elevator, Ji Sang heard someone behind her say,


    ¡°Who is that person? Acts so high and mighty?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s steps barely faltered as she reached the hospital¡¯s main entrance and was about to hail a taxi when Song Xiu next to her took out his keys from his pocket and shook them in front of her,


    ¡°Sister Ji, I have a car.¡±


    Ji Sang retracted her extended hand.


    She remembered that when Lu Ming introduced him, he said he was just an intern. Are interns these days so wealthy? She had to save up her bonuses for a long time to buy her first car.


    However¡­ Ji Sang also noticed that the clothes and shoes Song Xiu was wearing were all from well-known luxury brands. That was not surprising.


    After all, those who could afford the expensive hobby of photography usually came from fairly well-off families.


    The rush hour after work was indeed not to be underestimated; a mere ten-plus minutes¡¯ distance between the TV station and the hospital took a full half-hour to drive.


    Song Xiu had made a call ahead to inform the hospital, so when they declared their identities, the nurse at the information desk became even more enthusiastic.


    ¡°Do you need me to guide you two?¡±


    Ji Sang shook her head,


    ¡°No need, thank you.¡±


    The nurse had her own duties and did not insist upon hearing Ji Sang¡¯s reply.


    ¡°If there¡¯s anything I can assist you two with, please don¡¯t hesitate to ask.¡±


    At this time, the hospital became even busier. There were patients who had been putting up with discomfort all day and only came to the hospital after work, and there were family members who visited their sick relatives after work. The hospital staff¡¯s shift ended a little later than theirs, but even after one group of people left, another would stay to provide services.


    Nowadays, the daylight hours were getting longer, and even though it was past six in the evening, the sky was still bright.


    Ji Sang and Song Xiu both tacitly agreed not to take out their SLR cameras, but just quietly walked around the hospital. It seemed aimless, but Song Xiu felt that every place Ji Sang visited had meaning.


    Like the hospital canteen, where patients, family members, nurses, and doctors were eating.


    Those in a hurry were nurses and doctors, along with family members getting food for their patients. However, the patients who leisurely dined in the canteen mostly wore smiles, even if their complexions weren¡¯t great. They chatted with other patients.


    Sometimes, doctors would greet patients they recognized and talk about their health. Smiles appeared on both of their faces, and it was at such a moment that Ji Sang took out her SLR and captured the scene.


    Then, they went to the garden, a good place for an after-dinner stroll.


    Ji Sang said,


    ¡°You also take pictures.¡±


    Song Xiu was slightly startled, then heard Ji Sang focused on the SLR say,


    ¡°You asked me to teach you; you must let me see your level. Let¡¯s split up and shoot what you find meaningful.¡±


    After saying this, Ji Sang walked away on her own.


    Patients saw the SLR in her hand and cast curious glances at her. The patients walking slowly here were of older age, perhaps accompanied by family members or hired caregivers.


    Although Ji Sang had a slight social anxiety disorder, seeing the kind faces of these elderly people made her gradually lower her guard. She even managed to smile back when an elderly person smiled at her, though the smile was somewhat stiff.


    If Su Ge were here, he would certainly feel relieved because of her smile.


    The garden of City First Hospital was not small; Ji Sang walked slowly and did not lift the SLR in her hands. This place actually contained much warmth and affection, but that wasn¡¯t what she wanted.


    Suddenly, Ji Sang turned a corner and saw a white-coated doctor squatting down, seemingly inquiring about a patient¡¯s condition. The patient appeared agitated, but when the doctor gently patted the old man¡¯s back, his emotions started to calm down.


    At that moment, Ji Sang lifted her SLR.


    The setting sun¡¯s light fell upon them, the old man¡¯s furrowed brows were just beginning to smooth out, and the squatting doctor looked up as if smiling.


    With a ¡°click¡±, the tranquility between them was broken.


    When the doctor turned his head, Ji Sang was stunned.

 Chapter 13 - Chapter 13: Chapter 7: Blame His Bewitching Charm

    Chapter 13: Chapter 7: Blame His Bewitching Charm


    So it turns out, Fu Yisi is capable of smiling.


    Ji Sang stood there, staring a bit dumbfounded at the man who was looking her way.


    In the moment Fu Yisi turned back around, he became that cold-faced man again. When he saw the newcomer, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but that too was only momentary.


    Behind him was the sunset, in his eyes were deep waters, he asked,


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    His voice was truly cold and clear, a stark contrast to the warm scene just before, thought Ji Sang.


    However, a sudden memory came to her of the photo she had seen in the office, where he was furrowing his brow in the same manner.


    Does he not like having his photo taken?


    If that were true, then her actions just now would have offended him.


    Ji Sang put down the SLR camera she was holding, and looked at the man who had coldly asked the question.


    ¡°Sorry, I was just¡­¡±


    It was because she found the scene just now to be beautiful.


    ¡°If you don¡¯t like it, I can delete it,¡±


    Ji Sang thought that to Fu Yisi, such reasons at this moment were the cheapest of excuses.


    Yet, Ji Sang was mistaken, the seriousness in her eyes even caused the man some irritation, furrowing his brows even more. He was only inquiring why she was here, not asking her to delete the photo.


    Fu Yisi lowered his gaze, his hands tucked in the pockets of his white coat, an aura of ¡®keep out¡¯ exuding from him.


    Sensing the odd atmosphere between the two, the old man asked,


    ¡°Dr. Fu, do you know this young lady?¡±


    The man gave a cold hmm in response, and the old man, squinting his eyes, looked towards Ji Sang and reached out,


    ¡°Young lady, may I take a look?¡±


    Ji Sang first glanced at Fu Yisi, seeing his expressionless face, unable to discern whether he was angry or not, pursed her lips, squatted slightly and showed the old man the photo she had just taken.


    Because the old man was sitting, Ji Sang had to squat halfway.


    The SLR camera was not very heavy for her, but it could be burdensome for an old man, particularly one who seemed extremely frail.


    Thus, she could only squat halfway, holding the SLR in her hands.


    The old man¡¯s eyesight was not good, and it took him a full minute to examine the photo, nodding as he looked,


    ¡°Not bad, not bad, Dr. Fu looks very handsome from this angle, very appealing.¡±


    Although Ji Sang was not adept at socializing, she would unconsciously let down her guard around kind elderly people or superiors. And towards those in her works, she was even more friendly, never feeling that communication was a bother.


    Upon hearing this praise, her eyes curved in a smile,


    ¡°I also think this angle looks great.¡±


    The man standing to the side heard this, and his furrowed brows slightly relaxed. Looking down at Ji Sang, who was still squatting, the remnants of the sunset illuminated her face, allowing him to clearly see the fine hairs on her cheeks.


    As beautiful as that of a newborn babe.


    Such a smile, as someone who shared the bed with her, he had never seen before.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly,


    His wife, it seemed, had a different kind of face.


    The weight in her hands, coupled with this awkward posture, caused Ji Sang to tilt to one side as she stood up, unsteady.


    Her pupils dilated, and Ji Sang instinctively hugged the SLR to her chest, anything could be damaged, but not the SLR in her hands.


    It was her livelihood.


    Resignedly closing her eyes, Ji Sang wondered where she was going to be hurt this time, when her body fell into a warm embrace, surrounded by the faint smell of disinfectant.


    She suddenly looked up, and the perfect jawline of Fu Yisi caught her gaze.


    She was not inexperienced in photographing people, and many top magazines had contacted her to collaborate while shooting covers for movie stars.


    But her interest was not there, entering the fashion field was also entirely because of Su Ge. So, after a few shoots, she stopped accepting such work.


    Yet, at this moment, seeing Fu Yisi¡¯s finely chiseled jawline, she began to itch.


    To see such perfection, occasionally shooting a magazine cover didn¡¯t seem too bad.


    Ji Sang thought, and unconsciously started to compare the stars she had photographed in the past with Fu Yisi. Astonishingly, she found that neither the mature and solid movie stars nor the fresh-faced rising talents could compare to Fu Yisi.


    Since returning to the country that day, the idea of having Fu Yisi model for her was now overwhelmingly invading her mind.


    She couldn¡¯t help but start to conceive in her mind what angles and what lighting would best bring out Fu Yisi¡¯s exquisitely beautiful jawline.

 Chapter 14 - Chapter 14: Chapter 7 Blame His Bewitching Appearance_2

    Chapter 14: Chapter 7 Blame His Bewitching Appearance_2


    So¡­


    Dr. Fu Yisi looked at the woman in his arms with a darkened face as she was absorbed in examining him, even caressing his chin with her restless hands.


    ¡°Ji Sang-¡±


    A deep voice tinged with danger sounded in her ear, and Ji Sang immediately recovered her straying, overthrown soul, as the temperature of her face started to uncontrollably rise sharply.


    What on earth was she doing?


    She had uncharacteristically lost her restraint, and as someone who usually kept her distance from others, she had never been so offensive before. It was strange; this was the first time she felt out of control, making her somewhat flustered, panicky.


    Ji Sang quickly got out of Dr. Fu Yisi¡¯s arms, steadied herself, and immediately said:


    ¡°Sorry¡­ Your jawline is just too attractive.¡±


    Unlike other people who are into hands or voices, she was wholly infatuated with jawlines.


    She had really spilled the beans, damned if she hadn¡¯t.


    Could it be because he was her husband?


    Ji Sang subconsciously shook her head to discard the thought; he was merely her husband in name after all. As for familiarity, they had only shared a bed for a couple of days.


    Ultimately, it was all because Dr. Fu Yisi was just too exquisitely handsome, so much so that he beguiled people¡¯s hearts.


    The revulsion that Dr. Fu Yisi initially felt due to the contact on his chin magically dissipated upon seeing Ji Sang¡¯s reaction and¡­ hearing what she said.


    A slight unnoticed smile curled up the corners of his lips.


    The old man seated saw the commotion, his worried expression turned into a smile.


    He teased,


    ¡°Is this Dr. Fu¡¯s girlfriend?¡±


    Ji Sang, almost reflexively, waved her hands,


    ¡°No¡­ not at all¡­¡±


    ¡°It must be soon then; I¡¯ve never seen Dr. Fu so close with a girl before.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    He had merely happened to catch her, how could that be considered intimate?


    However, Ji Sang looked up at Dr. Fu Yisi, and seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she did not continue.


    ¡°Sister Ji!¡±


    From the other end of the garden, Song Xiu ran over.


    ¡°Are you alright?¡±


    He had obviously seen the moment Ji Sang nearly fell to the ground.


    Ji Sang shook her head.


    It was only then that Song Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and looking up, his gaze collided with Dr. Fu Yisi¡¯s probing stare.


    Song Xiu was not unfamiliar with this face, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.


    ¡°Dr. Fu!¡±


    He had heard that the surgical virtuoso Dr. Fu didn¡¯t like socializing, and for the promotional film to be successful, good communication with the protagonist was essential. He had been worried about the difficulty of getting through to Dr. Fu, but now what do you know, he had run into him here.


    Dr. Fu Yisi¡¯s eyebrows slightly raised when he heard those three words, his gaze falling on Ji Sang as he silently inquired.


    Ji Sang lifted the SLR camera in her hand and simply said three words,


    ¡°Promotional film.¡±


    Dr. Fu Yisi, piecing together what she had said about going to the TV station this morning, understood immediately.


    He nodded slightly,


    ¡°I have some work to attend to; find me in my office once you¡¯re done.¡±


    After saying that, he greeted the old man and left.


    Song Xiu watched Dr. Fu Yisi¡¯s retreating figure with some confusion,


    ¡°Sister Ji, do you¡­ know each other?¡±


    Ji Sang pursed her lips, unsure of how to explain their relationship. Her eyes fell on the SLR camera in his hand, and she asked a question,


    ¡°Finished filming?¡±


    ¡°Not¡­ yet.¡±


    ¡°Let¡¯s continue¡±


    ¡­


    It wasn¡¯t until the sky had completely darkened that the two finished their photography.


    Song Xiu excitedly showed Ji Sang the photos they had taken, sharing his rough ideas for the promotional video.


    ¡°Sister Ji, we can totally start from the hospital¡¯s facilities and the dynamics of each department. City First Hospital¡¯s equipment is top-notch, and it provides excellent service. Just now, on my way over from the cafeteria, I happened to come across a patient and heard his story. We could include that, present it from the patient¡¯s perspective, and share their views on the hospital.¡±


    ¡°Sister Ji, what do you think?¡±


    Ji Sang silently looked through the photos on Song Xiu¡¯s DSLR twice.


    ¡°Have you been involved in planning promotional videos before?¡±


    ¡°No, I¡¯m quite new here. I¡¯ve only been working on some basic tasks and haven¡¯t touched the core parts yet. I¡¯ve planned some small videos back in school.¡±


    Ji Sang nodded to show she understood.


    But Song Xiu was somewhat uneasy.


    ¡°Sister Ji¡­ Is it not okay?¡±


    Just as he finished speaking, a commotion broke out.


    ¡°Patient, 60 years old, collapsed at home, no heartbeat, no pulse, all vital signs absent.¡±


    The medical staff took over the stretcher and quickly assessed the patient¡¯s condition.


    Fu Yisi also rapidly made his way over from inside.


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes alerted and she immediately followed, taking multiple consecutive photos with her DSLR.


    ¡°Sorry, you¡¯re not allowed to¡­¡±


    The nurse who came to stop them paused upon seeing the permit Song Xiu handed over.


    Once Ji Sang got into the zone, she blocked out all external noise. In this corridor leading to the operating room, she seized those precious tens of seconds to capture the urgent scene that had just unfolded.


    It wasn¡¯t until peace resumed that Song Xiu dared to approach.


    ¡°Sister Ji,¡±


    Ji Sang nodded as she checked the photos in her DSLR.


    ¡°If it were a regular promotional video, your suggestion just now would indeed have been good. However, Lu Ming wouldn¡¯t approve it.¡±


    Song Xiu stood stunned for a moment, then quickly took out a notebook from his pocket to take notes.


    ¡°This promotional video is City First Hospital¡¯s response to the recent medical disputes, posing as a top facility in the city. Moreover, they¡¯ve chosen Dr. Fu as the protagonist of the video. What do you think that¡¯s for?¡±


    ¡°City First Hospital¡¯s ace surgeon?¡±


    Ji Sang gave him a glance.


    ¡°Exactly. City First Hospital¡¯s facilities and service quality are well-reputed locally and nationally ¨C that¡¯s commonly known, and there¡¯s no need to stress it further. But when it comes to surgery, as a public hospital, its track record and equipment are on par with the top private hospitals. So, what are they aiming for?¡±


    ¡°Competing with private hospitals? To attract the wealthy class of patients.¡±


    Ji Sang shook her head.


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not that.


    Song Xiu scratched his head, not quite grasping the intricacies.


    ¡°Although City First Hospital¡¯s facilities and services are indeed good, they¡¯re certainly not as perfect as those of top private hospitals. There¡¯s no need to vie for that group of patients. However¡­ there are many hospitals, but there¡¯s only one Dr. Fu.¡±


    Ji Sang finished speaking and curved her lips slightly. During the day in the office, she had gone through Fu Yisi¡¯s records extensively; his track record was nothing short of astonishing.


    Such talent, one could easily imagine how many hospitals would want him.


    Song Xiu suddenly realized.


    ¡°So, by choosing Dr. Fu as the face of the promotional video, they want to make him the ace of City First Hospital, but even more so, to retain Dr. Fu?¡±


    A flicker of surprise crossed Ji Sang¡¯s eyes; no wonder Lu Ming had Song Xiu report directly to her as her assistant ¨C his mind was sharp, catching on with just a hint.


    ¡°That¡¯s right, though these are only my speculations. When planning the content, we should focus in this direction.¡±


    ¡°Okay, Sister Ji!¡±


    That single ¡®That¡¯s right¡¯ successfully exhilarated him as an ardent fan.


    ¡°Sister Ji, are we continuing to shoot today?¡±


    Ji Sang shook her head, noting the completely darkened sky outside and apologizing, suggesting that Song Xiu head back first. She, on the other hand, inquired with a nurse and then located Fu Yisi¡¯s office.

 Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: Chapter 8: The Woman Who Picked the Flower from the Summit

    Chapter 15: Chapter 8: The Woman Who Picked the Flower from the Summit


    The fourth room from the left on the fifth floor is Fu Yisi¡¯s office. The nameplate at the door says: Surgeon Fu Yisi.


    Ji Sang knew that Fu Yisi was busy in the operating room; the previous flurry suggested that the patient¡¯s condition was not simple.


    The door was left ajar, presumably in the haste to leave it hadn¡¯t been properly closed.


    Ji Sang stood at the door, somewhat uncertain what to do.


    He did say he would wait for her to finish and then have her come to find him, but now, he wasn¡¯t inside. After pondering for a moment, Ji Sang chose to sit on the bench outside and wait.


    It was nearly 7 o¡¯clock in the evening now, and having often gone hungry in the orphanage, Ji Sang had a somewhat fragile stomach, so he always ate very regularly. Yet now, since he was only half an hour late for dinner, his stomach was already starting to ache faintly.


    The hospital corridor had a unique chill to it, and Ji Sang, wearing only a thin casual shirt, could hardly fend off the cold, compounded by the stomach pain; at times, his consciousness was blurry.


    When exactly would Fu Yisi be done?


    As Ji Sang pondered aimlessly, the distinct sound of footsteps reached his ears.


    Assistant Xiao Zhang had to nearly jog to keep up with Fu Yisi¡¯s steady pace, trailing behind while recounting,


    ¡°The patient had surgery in B City before. I¡¯ve contacted their attending physician. The surgery is underway; it will take another hour to finish. Their assistant has sent all the data over.¡±


    Fu Yisi smoothly took the documents handed to him and quickly looked through them, already committing the key information to memory,


    ¡°In one hour, can B City Hospital arrange the surgery?¡±


    Fu Yisi nodded,


    ¡°Then arrange for an ambulance to transport the patient over, have you contacted their family?¡±


    ¡°They¡¯ve been informed and are on their way.¡±


    Xiao Zhang, seeing the tiredness in Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes, remembered that he had already performed three back-to-back surgeries today without even having time to eat,


    ¡°Dr. Fu, do you want to go back and rest?¡±


    Just as the words left his lips, the person ahead suddenly stopped. Xiao Zhang braked immediately, tensing his body to avoid a collision.


    Fu Yisi, looking at the woman sitting on the bench, unconsciously furrowed his brows as he pinched the sore spot at his temple, finally recalling the words he¡¯d said earlier in the garden.


    Feeling the gaze fixed on him, Ji Sang opened her eyes alertly, her gaze crashing into a pair of cold, profound black eyes like the deep night sea, along with the cool arc of his lips. She trembled slightly in body and mind, immediately sitting up straight.


    The man in front of her was tall and straight. He wore a white lab coat over a light grey shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing his attractive collarbones. From her angle, his perfect jawline was fully visible.


    ¡°You¡­ are you done with your work?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s consciousness quickly returned as she stood up, her body slightly swaying from the stomach pain.


    Fu Yisi acted swiftly to support her hand, furrowing his brows even more, as if blaming Ji Sang for her foolishness,


    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you waiting in the office?¡±


    Ji Sang instinctively covered her aching stomach, perhaps because Fu Yisi had supported her twice in one day to prevent her from falling, she had become somewhat more accustomed to his touch,


    ¡°I was afraid you wouldn¡¯t like it.¡±


    From the layout of his home and her scarce observations of Fu Yisi over these two days, he seemed to be a man with a strong sense of territory, not tolerating invasions by others.


    Their marriage had been established without familiarity. She wouldn¡¯t do something pesky to annoy others.


    Fu Yisi heard her words, his eyebrows lifting slightly in non-denial. But he also keenly noticed her hand covering her stomach,


    ¡°Haven¡¯t eaten yet?¡±


    Ji Sang pursed her pale lips and nodded lightly.


    Seeing her like this, Fu Yisi likely understood that his wife had a delicate stomach. Looking at her pale, delicate hand on his arm, he unusually did not move his hand away, his voice hoarse from the recent busyness,


    ¡°Let¡¯s go inside first.¡±


    Saying so, he grasped her hand and led her towards his office. This action startled Ji Sang, and Assistant Xiao Zhang, standing by, widened his eyes in shock.


    What had he seen?


    Dr. Fu, who was notoriously averse to women ¨C to the point they jokingly called him frigid ¨C was actually taking the initiative to hold a woman¡¯s hand! Xiao Zhang¡¯s exaggerated gaze shifted from Fu Yisi to Ji Sang, sizing up this simply dressed yet still strikingly poised beauty, and thought to himself:


    So Dr. Fu prefers the cool and quiet type.


    Fu Yisi turned his head, saw Ji Sang frozen in place, and followed her gaze to his own hand holding her wrist. A corner of his mouth curled in a cold smirk as he let go of her hand.

 Chapter 16 - Chapter 16: Chapter 8 The Woman Who Picked the Flower on the Precipice_2

    Chapter 16: Chapter 8 The Woman Who Picked the Flower on the Precipice_2


    ¡°What, do you dislike it?¡±


    Ms. Ji quickly snapped back to reality and shook her head.


    She was just marveling that Fu Yisi wasn¡¯t as cold and distant as he appeared.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes were dark and deep, his smile cool and detached. He no longer looked at her as he entered the office, walking straight to the changing area without regard for the person behind him.


    The door, however, wasn¡¯t closed.


    Xiao Zhang watched Fu Yisi¡¯s actions with some amazement, swallowed a few times, then approached,


    ¡°Miss? Uh¡­ Do you want to come in and wait? It¡¯s quite cold outside.¡±


    Ms. Ji nodded slightly at him and also walked into the office.


    It was indeed cold outside, and with the stomach pain, she really couldn¡¯t bear it.


    But she didn¡¯t close the door either; instead, it was Xiao Zhang who followed her in and asked with a beaming smile,


    ¡°May I know how to address you, Miss?¡±


    Ms. Ji paused for a moment, considering his relationship with Fu Yisi, and then gave her name.


    Having found out what he wanted, Xiao Zhang¡¯s eyes crinkled with a smile,


    ¡°Then I won¡¯t disturb you, Ms. Ji.¡±


    After saying this, he quickly left the office, even taking the care to close the door for them.


    Ms. Ji: ¡­


    She always felt that Fu Yisi¡¯s assistant¡¯s expression was somewhat ambiguous.


    Ms. Ji, waiting in the office, did not know, and neither did Fu Yisi who was inside, that at this very moment, rumors of the aloof and frigid top flower of City First Hospital having a girlfriend had spread to every corner of the hospital.


    Indeed, all thanks to Xiao Zhang¡¯s big mouth.


    In just a few minutes of waiting, Ms. Ji couldn¡¯t resist and fell asleep on the office desk. However, it wasn¡¯t long before Ms. Ji¡¯s face turned pale, her brows furrowed restlessly, and she began to mutter softly:


    ¡°Don¡¯t hit, don¡¯t hit Xiao Feng.¡±


    ¡°Ah, don¡¯t hit us, we didn¡¯t steal food.¡±


    ¡°We didn¡¯t steal, please don¡¯t hit anymore.¡±


    ¡°Xiao Feng, we¡¯re not scared, the reporter aunt said she would help us.¡±


    ¡­


    When Fu Yisi came out after tidying himself up, this was the scene he encountered.


    Ms. Ji was wearing a thin shirt, leaning on the desk with her eyes closed, furrowing her brows, and whispering something, her face looking even paler under the office lights.


    His eyebrows moved slightly, and as Fu Yisi came closer, he noticed the cold sweat on her forehead.


    ¡°Ms. Ji?¡±


    Fu Yisi pursed his lips and gently patted the woman¡¯s shoulder with his hand.


    Ms. Ji woke up from the nightmare in an instant, her pupils contracted, and she looked shockingly at the man before her.


    Fu Yisi furrowed his brow and spoke as if his voice was coming from the distant sky,


    ¡°What happened?¡±


    Seeing her awaken and stare at him, Fu Yisi straightened up and slipped the hand that had patted the woman¡¯s shoulder into his pocket.


    Ms. Ji moved without thinking, her body instinctively sitting upright as she reached forward and grasped his sleeve.


    This action made not only Fu Yisi¡¯s figure pause, but even Ms. Ji herself instantly snapped out of the nightmare.


    Ms. Ji quickly withdrew her hand.


    Her face showed confusion and even a bite to her own lip in annoyance,


    ¡°Are you¡­ alright now?¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s hair was slightly damp, and the smell of disinfectant on him had also diminished significantly. Ji Sang was surprised, thinking about the sound of water he had heard before falling asleep.


    Is the facility at City First Hospital that good? A doctor¡¯s office comes with a shower.


    Fu Yisi loosened his shirt collar and handed his coat to Ji Sang.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    Ji Sang blankly took his clothes, looked at Fu Yisi who had already walked to the door waiting, and noticed the impatience in his eyes, she hurriedly followed.


    Along the way, they encountered quite a few people, and all of them cast measuring glances at Ji Sang.


    Fu Yisi showed no difference in demeanor, but Ji Sang was somewhat puzzled.


    There weren¡¯t so many people in the hospital just now, why are there suddenly so many people at this time?


    What Ji Sang didn¡¯t know was that after the news that Fu Yisi had a girlfriend spread, everyone in the hospital, men and women alike, made it a point to walk around the fifth-floor surgical clinic as if on cue, wanting to see who the sacred woman was that could pick the high-standing flower, Dr. Fu.


    For Ji Sang, this journey was particularly difficult.


    She was not like Fu Yisi, who could ignore the stares of those people. This kind of attention was what gave her the biggest headache.


    As a child in the orphanage, because of the attention, she suffered, and thus she had always been fearful, which led to what was now called social anxiety disorder.


    The moment she sat in the car, Ji Sang let out a long sigh of relief.


    The inside of the car was somewhat dim, hiding many things, yet it could not conceal the fear lurking in Ji Sang¡¯s eyes.


    Fu Yisi sat in the driver¡¯s seat, staring at her, watching for a long while.


    Ji Sang sensed it and turned her head.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t speak, starting the car.


    They returned to a silent and peaceful atmosphere.


    Ji Sang was a bit tired, she sat back limply, her fingers tapping on the window intermittently, occasionally turning to look at the night view of S City outside the window.


    It was then she realized that this was not the way home at all.


    Thinking back to what Fu Yisi said in the morning, Ji Sang thought he was taking her to his apartment near the hospital to pick up a car.


    Her fingers unconsciously pressed on her abdomen.


    It was already numb from not eating an hour later than usual.


    Fu Yisi caught her small motion without a word, and silently pressed the accelerator a bit more. Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a restaurant.


    Ji Sang blinked and turned to look at Fu Yisi.


    ¡°Weren¡¯t we going to your apartment to get the car?¡±


    Fu Yisi unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and then walked to Ji Sang¡¯s side, opening the car door for her.


    ¡°Eat first.¡±


    Hearing these words, Ji Sang suddenly looked up at Fu Yisi, paused for a moment without getting out of the car. Fu Yisi was not in a hurry, standing at the door, waiting.


    People nearby glanced over, Ji Sang¡¯s face turned slightly warm, suddenly feeling that the gentlemanly Fu Yisi was not cold at all.


    She lowered her gaze and got out of the car, following Fu Yisi into the restaurant.


    Obviously, Fu Yisi was very familiar with this restaurant, and without the need for the waiter¡¯s guidance, he headed straight to a private room inside.


    Ji Sang raised her eyebrows slightly. It had only been about ten minutes since they left the hospital, and Fu Yisi had made a call in the middle.


    It was coincidence that they went out to eat tonight, and a single phone call could book a private room in this upscale restaurant. It was only at this moment that Ji Sang truly understood.


    Just how deep the roots of the Fu Family were in S City.


    After sitting down, Fu Yisi expertly ordered, choosing all the light dishes, and even ordered a porridge. Ji Sang, who always loved spicy food, wanted to order a spicy dish but was silently stopped by his deep gaze.


    After the waiter left, Fu Yisi leaned back slightly in his chair and said faintly,


    ¡°Have a stomach problem?¡±

 Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: Chapter 9: Fancy a Jawline, Huh?

    Chapter 17: Chapter 9: Fancy a Jawline, Huh?


    Ji Sang was truly astonished by Fu Yisi¡¯s attentiveness and thought to herself: As expected of a surgeon, his observational power is impressive.


    Sitting opposite her, Fu Yisi seemed as if he had seen through her thoughts, his hand idly playing with his cuff.


    ¡°Go ahead and eat if you¡¯re hungry.¡±


    These four simple words were Fu Yisi¡¯s slight apology for having made Ji Sang wait for so long. He was a man of few words, not one to speak clearly, but Ji Sang inexplicably understood what he meant.


    She thought that although her husband seemed aloof, if she paid attention to his words, she would discover his thoughtfulness. Besides, she found it more relaxing to be around someone who spoke less.


    With these thoughts, Ji Sang¡¯s brows and eyes relaxed, and even the corners of her eyes carried a trace of joy that she herself didn¡¯t notice.


    How could she not be happy?


    Initially, she had opted for an arranged marriage just to keep her parents from worrying, without any fantasies about her future partner or even the expectation of living together peacefully. But now, it seemed, reality was much better than she had imagined.


    And her husband¡¯s facial features were simply perfect ¨C she might even be able to convince him to become her model someday.


    Ji Sang was secretly scheming her photography plans when she noticed Fu Yisi squinting from across the table.


    He had only said a few words ¨C how had this woman suddenly become so cheerful?


    He poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Ji Sang.


    ¡°We need to go back home this weekend.¡±


    Ji Sang looked up from her daydreams to meet Fu Yisi¡¯s deep and dark eyes, which seemed to swirl with some emotion she couldn¡¯t understand. She felt a sudden sense of oppression and just nodded subconsciously.


    On the day she returned, her mother-in-law Ye Lin had already told her that Fu Yisi was not fond of staying at home, often not showing up for months, and reminded her to frequently take Fu Yisi to visit the Fu Family.


    Now, not long after their last visit, Fu Yisi was the one who mentioned going back.


    Ji Sang looked down at the cup in her hand, sensing the warmth of the water. She had always been sensitive to what people said, a trait honed by her environment since childhood.


    Perhaps this weekend marked a special occasion.


    The meal was eaten in an unusual silence.


    Ji Sang usually loved dining like this, but for some reason, she felt a bit restless today.


    Fu Yisi was deeply distressed.


    That was the conclusion she had reached by the end of the meal.


    Even though he remained outwardly unaffected, she could still sense an undercurrent of emotion in his solemn eyes.


    On the way back, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but glance over at Fu Yisi several times. She wanted to offer words of comfort but didn¡¯t know what to say.


    She didn¡¯t know why Fu Yisi was suddenly sad, and even if she did, she wasn¡¯t very good at offering comfort.


    Maybe it was because she had seen Fu Yisi¡¯s smile in the hospital garden, or perhaps it was because he had helped her twice in one day, or maybe it was his attentiveness that made her feel that this seemingly cold and indifferent man was actually tenderhearted inside.


    Because she had felt a bit of warmth from him.


    So, she couldn¡¯t help wanting to be nicer to him.


    Fu Yisi observed every movement of Ji Sang, and just as he was about to ask her something, the woman in the passenger seat finally turned to him, as if mustering her courage, and asked,


    ¡°Are you¡­ unhappy?¡±


    What was clearly a question came out as a statement from Ji Sang.


    Fu Yisi turned his head to look at her; Ji Sang¡¯s eyes were not dimmed by the night, still clear and bright. It was precisely this clarity that told him she could see through everything.


    No one had ever been able to discern his feelings before, but his wife of half a year, with whom he had lived for only two days, did so effortlessly.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s gaze was too profound, and this silent scrutiny made Ji Sang feel out of place; panic flashed across her eyes, and she quickly turned away.


    ¡°I¡¯m not¡­¡±


    Before she could finish, a pedestrian suddenly jaywalked, and the car was about to crash into them.


    ¡°Watch out!¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes widened as she quickly spoke up, but Fu Yisi had already turned and braked in time.


    The car finally stopped in front of the pedestrian. Ji Sang patted her chest, relieved, but then the car was suddenly hit hard from behind, thrusting her violently forward. The seatbelt dug painfully into her abdomen.


    Especially since she had just had a full meal, the pressure on her stomach almost instantly made her feel nauseous.


    Fu Yisi had not expected this turn of events either. He turned to look at Ji Sang, whose face had just regained its color but in an instant turned pale ¨C his brow furrowed deeply.


    He immediately reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt, carefully checking for any other injuries.


    Luckily, the car behind them managed an emergency brake, otherwise, the impact would not have been so light.


    Meanwhile, the jaywalking pedestrian, startled by the incident, fled the scene without waiting for anyone to exit the car.


    Ji Sang saw this happen and patted Fu Yisi¡¯s hand, which was checking on her.


    ¡°He¡¯s run away.¡±


    Fu Yisi was not concerned with the traffic violator; after verifying that the woman was not hurt elsewhere, he finally moved away from her.


    The tension in his forehead eased, but his face turned colder in a way Ji Sang had never seen before.


    The car owner behind had already gotten out, cursing and swearing, rudely banging on the window on the driver¡¯s side, loud enough for Ji Sang to hear clearly.


    Dr. Fu had no intention of getting out of the car and simply rolled down the window.


    The vulgar words from the man outside became even clearer, but Dr. Fu did not even glance at him, and then the cursing man slowly fell silent.


    This was the best demonstration of the innate authority of a man who had grown up in a wealthy family with profound heritage.


    As if unable to contain his irritation, the man outside uttered another sentence,


    ¡°Can¡¯t you drive?¡±


    But this sentence had already lost its previous aggressiveness.


    Dr. Fu¡¯s right hand rested on the steering wheel, and he spoke unhurriedly,


    ¡°Check the surveillance, there was a pedestrian running a red light ahead, and as for you, you didn¡¯t maintain a proper distance.¡±


    Finally, Dr. Fu turned his head to look at the man outside,


    ¡°Do you still want to claim compensation?¡±


    His fingers lightly tapped a few times on the steering wheel, as if sounding the drums in the man¡¯s heart.


    The man instantly widened his eyes, opened his mouth, but didn¡¯t know what to say, and in the end left with a frustrated ¡°f***.¡±


    A few brief sentences had resolved the issue. Sitting aside, Ji Sang watched his undisturbed demeanor and couldn¡¯t help but marvel.


    Truly a member of the Fu Family.


    Even though he had not taken over the Fu Family¡¯s business, and was only a doctor, he still exuded an undeniable presence.


    Dr. Fu turned his head back, not missing the hint of surprise and admiration that flickered through Ji Sang¡¯s eyes. His elegant brows twitched slightly, pushing her leaning body back into the seat, then leaned in to fasten her seatbelt again before stepping on the accelerator to leave.


    The car stopped at Dr. Fu¡¯s apartment near the hospital, and Ji Sang realized how different Dr. Fu¡¯s other car was compared to the one they were in.


    If this silver-gray Volvo S90 they were in matched Dr. Fu¡¯s understated and cool doctor image completely, then the Range Rover in the garage couldn¡¯t be further from Dr. Fu¡¯s persona.


    Two completely different styles.


    Ji Sang bit her lip, no wonder he had let her go to the hospital to find him this morning; for her, driving this Volvo was indeed much more convenient and comfortable than a Range Rover.


    The Volvo¡¯s rear end had been damaged, so they left it in the apartment¡¯s parking garage.


    When Dr. Fu sat in the driver¡¯s seat, he strangely melded with the domineering aura of the car. His demeanor was no longer the restrained Dr. Fu.


    Ji Sang faintly felt that this was the real Dr. Fu.


    Along the way, Dr. Fu¡¯s expression wasn¡¯t good, and the car¡¯s speed was much faster than before. When they arrived home, Dr. Fu went straight upstairs to the bedroom.


    Ji Sang sat alone on the sofa, rubbing her stomach while falling into contemplation about the promotional video.


    During work, it was hard for her attention to be diverted.


    But this time, she couldn¡¯t help but continuously recall the lines of his jaw.


    Dr. Fu had attractive collarbones and a sexy Adam¡¯s apple, and she could vaguely sense that his physique under the white coat was impressive. What about a uniform series? The austere temptation of a doctor, the scornful mockery of a wealthy heir¡­ The more Ji Sang thought about it, the brighter her eyes shone.


    She was certain that when shot, it would be stunning.


    Ji Sang was so deep in thought that she didn¡¯t even notice when Dr. Fu had finished showering and came down, until a strip of pills appeared before her.


    Looking up in a daze, Ji Sang¡¯s eyes were somewhat hazy, still not having extricated herself from her recent fantasies, only to find that Dr. Fu standing in front of her was only wearing a bathrobe!


    Exactly like the fantasy she just imagined!


    Sexy, abstinent to the point of being fatal.


    Ji Sang subconsciously held her breath, unwilling to disturb this moment of beauty.


    Dr. Fu clearly had no idea how impacted Ji Sang was by his appearance,


    ¡°Take this, it will make you feel better, one is enough.¡±


    Ji Sang blinked, then realizing that what he held in his hand was something like a digestive tablet.


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    The person sitting on the sofa had not responded for a full half a minute, Dr. Fu raised an eyebrow, looking at her gaze fixed on himself, his brow slightly raised, and then he thought of what he said when the woman had escaped from his arms in the garden.


    Do you like jawlines?


    ¡°Ha.¡±


    The man¡¯s low and sexy voice squeezed out of his throat, successfully calling Ji Sang¡¯s soul back.


    She looked up and met his somewhat teasing, even mocking gaze, and boom¡ªJi Sang¡¯s face turned as red as if she were in a sauna.


    ¡°Cough, cough, thank you.¡±


    Dodging the gaze in a fluster, Ji Sang reached out to take the digestive tablet from his hand, but failed.


    Sensing the strength on his hand, Ji Sang looked up, puzzled, only for the man to lean down slightly, stopping just a few centimeters from her.


    ¡°You like jawlines, huh?¡±


    The suggestive tone at the end of his words was so sexy that it made Ji Sang¡¯s heart skip a few beats.

 Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: Chapter 10 Why Are You So Tough

    Chapter 18: Chapter 10 Why Are You So Tough


    When Ji Sang came to her senses, she was already sitting in the bathtub.


    The water was a bit hot, and she had soaked for quite a while, the steam before her eyes making her feel slightly dazed. Fu Yisi¡¯s words seemed to echo in her ears again: ¡°You like the jawline, huh?¡±


    The man¡¯s voice sounded deliberately suppressed, huskier and sexier than usual, perhaps also because he had just taken a bath¡­


    A silver-gray bathrobe, below its loose V-neck collar was a delicate clavicle, then a sexy Adam¡¯s apple¡­ and then¡­ the jawline that she had absolutely no resistance against.


    Thinking of this, Ji Sang¡¯s face reddened further.


    She first covered her face, feeling its scorching heat, then her hand gradually moved down, and beneath her left breast, her heart lost its calm, beating wildly and fervently.


    Ji Sang never thought that one day a man would render her speechless, and what was even more incredible was the way she had just responded in the most obvious and foolish manner.


    She actually ran directly from Fu Yisi to upstairs!


    Wasn¡¯t this clearly showing she couldn¡¯t handle the flirting, setting herself up to be the butt of his joke? Moreover, just now, he was clearly doing it on purpose.


    A trace of perplexity flashed in Ji Sang¡¯s eyes. The Fu Yisi she had encountered before was never like this.


    He was a man who, under the guise of a cultured gentleman, was actually cold, taciturn, and even heartless. But today, she realized that wasn¡¯t the real Fu Yisi.


    That Range Rover he drove back, and just now, the slight upturn of his mouth and the seductive charm in his eyes¡­


    The bathroom door was suddenly knocked, and Ji Sang, who was zoning out on the edge of the bathtub, suddenly looked up, staring in astonishment at the tall silhouette reflected on the frosted glass door.


    In the misty white vapor, the silhouette of the man seemed to appear and disappear like the deep mountains in the early morning.


    She squinted her eyes, slightly coming back to her senses from her deep thoughts.


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡±


    As she spoke, she realized her voice was hoarse. She had soaked for too long; even her brain felt heavy, unable to figure out which was the real Fu Yisi.


    Fu Yisi, appearing unusually relaxed and casual, leaned against the door, raising his eyebrows slightly when he heard her husky voice.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you coming out?¡±


    After saying that, he thought back to the scene that had happened downstairs twenty minutes ago.


    He was just teasing Ji Sang after noticing she seemed captivated by his appearance, not expecting her to react so strongly.


    Really irresistible to tease.


    Fu Yisi chuckled lightly, suddenly finding his wife quite amusing.


    In front of the parents, she is a gentle and obedient daughter-in-law, in front of elders, a polite young lady, in front of colleagues, the serious and prudent Photographer Ji¡­ and in front of him, someone who could clearly read his emotions.


    ¡°Are you¡­unhappy?¡±


    When Ji Sang said this, the brightness in her eyes made him momentarily overlook her careful tone, as if she were dealing with someone extremely fragile.


    Fragile, huh! That had nothing to do with him.


    Fu Yisi squinted his eyes, suddenly remembering that out of a bunch of photos, he had picked Ji Sang in just a few glances.


    Why?


    He couldn¡¯t say.


    But after he made his choice, he knew that his father had shown a rare look of surprise.


    Only then did he realize, Ji Sang was the most satisfactory choice for both of them.


    The rustling sounds from the bathroom snapped Fu Yisi out of his thoughts, sensing that the woman inside might be a bit flustered, Fu Yisi straightened up and chuckled lightly,


    ¡°No rush.¡±


    After saying that, he left the doorway.


    She had just flipped open the blanket when she heard the door open, instinctively turning her head back, only to see a small head poking out from just the right gap of the door,


    Ji Sang pressed her lips tightly, her face full of embarrassment,


    ¡°I forgot to get my pajamas.¡±


    She said, then bit her lip in annoyance. She had come up in a hurry earlier, and fearing that Fu Yisi might follow, she simply hid directly in the bathroom, not even thinking about pajamas.


    ¡°Could you get them for me?¡±


    Ji Sang whispered, her eyes and brows carrying a shy charm.


    Fu Yisi raised his eyebrows, got up, and walked to the wardrobe. Just as he was about to reach for the set of ordinarily styled pajamas Ji Sang wore last night, her shy face suddenly flashed before his eyes, and then his hand turned, taking from beside it the sleeveless champagne-colored nightgown she had worn in the Fu Family¡¯s house.


    Then, under Ji Sang¡¯s dumbfounded gaze, Fu Yisi walked to where they kept their underwear, leisurely checked out the selections, and picked for Ji Sang a set of rather sexy black underwear.


    Ji Sang:¡­


    Blushing, she took the items handed over by the man, and immediately retracted her head, ¡®bang¡¯, closing the bathroom door.

 Chapter 19 - Chapter 19: Chapter 10 Why Are You So Tough_2

    Chapter 19: Chapter 10 Why Are You So Tough_2


    He definitely did it on purpose!


    Ji Sang angrily stared at the black lingerie in her hand, unable to imagine how the man just now could have picked it out with such a demeanor, and picked this particular set!


    This was the wedding gift from Su Ge, a model, when she received news of Ji Sang¡¯s marriage! It was totally her sexiest set!


    The more Ji Sang thought about it, the redder her cheeks became, and she felt more convinced that the man¡¯s smile when handing over the clothes was teasing, playful, and mocking.


    How could there be a man so different on the inside and out!


    ¡°Bottled-up.¡±


    Ji Sang spoke out harshly.


    Even if she was somewhat reluctant, she had no choice but to put on the lingerie she had never worn before.


    She didn¡¯t want to talk to Fu Yisi any longer.


    By the time Ji Sang came out, Fu Yisi was already sitting at the edge of the bed, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, holding an English medical magazine.


    Ji Sang initially wondered why, being a surgeon, he didn¡¯t wear glasses while working. Wasn¡¯t he afraid of misjudging and affecting his work? However, when she also sat down at the edge of the bed, she realized there were no lenses in them at all!


    So, why was he wearing them? Especially since the glasses were such¡­. an educated scum color.


    Ji Sang silently assessed him a few times, increasingly convinced that Fu Yisi was a ¡°bottled-up¡± person.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t know that he had just happened to see the glasses in the magazine drawer with an unclear origin and simply put them on because he was in a good mood, only to be tagged as ¡°bottled-up.¡±


    It was already past ten, and as Fu Yisi watched the woman sleeping with her back to him, he put down the magazine and turned off all the lights.


    During that time, Ji Sang didn¡¯t speak, and even silently moved a bit farther away after Fu Yisi lay down.


    Fu Yisi paused his movements, facing the woman¡¯s slender back, her whole body exuding an air of displeasure.


    Angry?


    Fu Yisi raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly, full of joy.


    He really couldn¡¯t help teasing her.


    After performing three surgeries during the day, Fu Yisi was genuinely tired. After relaxing his mind, he slowly drifted off to sleep, naturally unaware that during his deep sleep, Ji Sang had turned toward him, stared at him, and even stealthily touched his jaw with her hand.


    ¡°What a seducer.¡±


    After retracting her hand, Ji Sang didn¡¯t turn away and fell asleep in that position.


    In the middle of the night, Fu Yisi was woken by the cold again.


    He saw the woman clinging onto him like an octopus, her nightgown pulled up to her thighs due to her movements, and the moonlight stream through the window was enough for him to see her glaringly white thighs.


    With a headache, Fu Yisi closed his eyes and pulled off Ji Sang¡¯s hands and legs, picked up the blanket that had fallen on the floor at some point, and covered both of their bodies.


    Just as he was about to fall asleep again, Ji Sang started fidgeting again.


    Her leg kicked right into Fu Yisi¡¯s kneecap. Unable to endure it anymore, Fu Yisi pulled the woman close into his arms, his legs firmly pressing down on hers, nearly imprisoning her within his embrace, making it impossible for her to move.


    Finally, he was able to sleep.


    ¡­


    The moment Ji Sang woke up, she found herself with both hands and feet bound, the man¡¯s chest right in front of her eyes.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s bathrobe had gotten messy from the fuss in the middle of the night, now revealing half a shoulder and allowing Ji Sang to see his tight muscles.


    Seeing such a sultry scene first thing in the morning, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but feel stirred. For a moment, she didn¡¯t realize there was anything improper about being in a man¡¯s arms, and quickly looked up at the man¡¯s jawline.


    Last night, afraid of waking Fu Yisi, she didn¡¯t dare touch it for too long.


    Now she could take a good look.


    Because of the angle, Ji Sang could only see Fu Yisi¡¯s jawline, naturally unaware that the man had opened his eyes the moment she woke up.


    As Ji Sang fidgeted, conflicted about whether to reach out or not, the man¡¯s chest suddenly trembled slightly, followed by his husky voice coming from above her head,


    ¡°Want to touch?¡±


    Panic ensued.


    A quarter of an hour later, Ji Sang sat at the dining table, pursing her lips and rubbing her forehead, her gaze fixed unfriendlingly on the man preparing breakfast in the kitchen.


    Unable to resist, she took out her cellphone and confided to Su Ge, who was far away abroad.


    Ji Sang: Sister, you know what, he woke up and didn¡¯t make a sound! I think he did it on purpose!


    Having just finished work, Su Ge was nestled in Milan¡¯s most luxurious hotel, her previous fatigue swept away, eagerly reading her best friend¡¯s rant.


    Ji Sang: It scared me so much, my forehead still hurts, I don¡¯t know what¡¯s with this man, his chin is so hard.


    Su Ge: Is your husband really that good-looking? Enough to mess with your mind so much?


    Ji Sang: ¡­Sister, he¡¯s an absolute tease! Last night when I forgot to take my clothes to wash, he actually brought me that lingerie set you gifted me! So annoying!


    While typing this, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but recall the man¡¯s mischievous smirk, feeling even more vexed.


    Ji Sang: After coming out, he even wore his clothes and gold-rimmed glasses! He¡¯s really a wolf in sheep¡¯s clothing! And I thought he was considerate!


    Su Ge: Hold on, hold on, you guys even played cosplay? That was quick!


    Ji Sang: ¡­You¡¯re thinking too much, Sister, don¡¯t you think this man is too annoying?


    Su Ge: No, Ah Shang, I now think your husband is not bad, being able to flirt with you, just go with it.


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Su Ge: Anyway, you guys won¡¯t divorce, just get along well, he is a legitimate ¡®friend with benefits¡¯, don¡¯t waste it. Plus, didn¡¯t you say he has a nice build? And you love his jawline.


    Ji Sang: Su Ge!


    Ji Sang no longer dared to continue chatting with Su Ge, fearing her uninhibited best friend might blurt out something else. Putting down the phone, Fu Yisi just came out with their breakfast.


    Though she was annoyed, seeing that the man took the initiative to prepare breakfast, Ji Sang didn¡¯t show her displeasure. Moreover, Fu Yisi¡¯s breakfast indeed tasted good.


    While eating, Ji Sang often unconsciously rubbed her forehead where it had bumped on the bed.


    Fu Yisi put down his knife and fork, staring at the redness on her forehead, and asked gently,


    ¡°Does it still hurt a lot?¡±


    His tone was no longer cold, but gentle, the concern also audible, which made Ji Sang feel momentarily uneasy.


    ¡°It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s okay.¡±


    Ji Sang quickly looked up at him, and suddenly realized that there was also redness on his jaw, then blurted out what she had been complaining about in her mind,


    ¡°Why is it so hard?¡±

 Chapter 20 - Chapter 20: Chapter 11 When Can Brother Fix His Bad Temper?

    Chapter 20: Chapter 11 When Can Brother Fix His Bad Temper?


    After speaking, Ji Sang wished she could just bite her tongue off, burying her head even lower.


    Fu Yisi watched the timid woman with a hint of amusement, swallowing the words ¡°I have places that are even harder¡± that he was about to say. He was afraid that articulating this thought might indeed enrage her.


    With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he certainly couldn¡¯t scare away such an interesting person.


    Even though¡­ she was already the one on his marriage certificate, with nowhere to escape.


    On the way to work, the car was as quiet as usual, yet there was a difference from the norm. In the past, they had nothing to say to each other, but now, the awkwardness belonged to Ji Sang alone.


    She just didn¡¯t understand¡ªwhy did she always act so foolishly in front of Fu Yisi? It was like that last night, and it was the same this morning.


    Could it be that Fu Yisi hexed her?


    Thinking this, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but steal a glance at the driver¡¯s seat. Noticing a smile hooking on the usually expressionless face of Fu Yisi, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.


    He must be hexing her! There must be something wrong with the magnetic field between them! Could it be that when her parents were setting her up for matchmaking, they didn¡¯t check the compatibility of their birth charts?


    While Ji Sang¡¯s thoughts were running wild, Fu Yisi was also pondering over this matter.


    If she was this interesting, it wouldn¡¯t be so bad to get along with her properly; also, it would spare him the nagging from the elders.


    The car soon arrived at the TV station. Ji Sang stared at the still unfamiliar building and sighed silently. She pursed her lips, somewhat reluctantly.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    After saying this, she took her things and got out of the car, only to be stopped by Fu Yisi asking,


    ¡°What time do you get off work?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s mouth gaped slightly as she turned to look at Fu Yisi. The man had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows at some point, exposing his pale, slender arms. Under the sunlight, they glowed brilliantly.


    Ji Sang immediately averted her gaze, fearing that she would be beguiled into speaking more foolish words if she wasn¡¯t careful.


    ¡°Six¡­ Six o¡¯clock, what¡¯s up?¡±


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t miss the avoidance in her eyes, confirming the suspicion in his heart.


    His wife, it seems, was truly fixated on appearances.


    The corners of his mouth curled slightly.


    ¡°I¡¯ll pick you up after work.¡±


    Ji Sang instantly turned back, the surprise in her eyes too late to be concealed, as if wondering why he had suddenly become so nice.


    Just a husband in name, and he was actually being gentlemanly enough to fulfill his duties?


    Obviously, Fu Yisi understood the meaning in her eyes. His gaze suddenly deepened, his fine brows slowly furrowing because of her reaction, his eyes drawn back as his aura instantly turned severe.


    Ji Sang thought quickly, blinked her clear eyes a few times, and laughed dryly.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t mean¡­ I didn¡¯t have any other intentions.¡±


    The man¡¯s expression grew increasingly grim.


    ¡°No, I mean you¡¯re so busy, there¡¯s really no need¡­¡±


    Ji Sang waved her hands frantically, her words becoming more confused as she spoke, and eventually, she simply gave up trying to explain, pursing her lips.


    ¡°I¡¯ll come find you. Anyway, I have to prepare for the promotional video.¡±


    As soon as she finished speaking, the man stepped on the gas and drove off uncompromisingly.


    Ji Sang: ¡°¡­.¡±


    How had she said the wrong thing again?


    Her mind was tangled with incomprehensible emotions, making this fresh morning exceptionally irritating. Sister was right; she really had a lot to learn when it comes to socializing.


    She sighed and walked into the building with her head down.


    ¡°Sister Ji!¡±


    Song Xiu, carrying a bag, ran up from behind and stopped, his chest heaving slightly as he caught his breath.


    Ji Sang was somewhat distracted.


    ¡°Morning.¡±


    ¡°Morning! Sister Ji, I went home yesterday and revised the entire proposal. I think the deputy director will be really pleased this time.¡±


    Song Xiu¡¯s voice was bright. After going back last night, he had pulled an all-nighter to write a proposal in the direction Ji Sang had indicated. Now he was full of energy, eager to showcase his efforts to Sister Ji.


    However, it was obvious that Ji Sang was a bit distracted, absentmindedly nodding along.


    Song Xiu stopped, pursed his lips slightly, remembering the scene of Ji Sang getting out of the car just now. He couldn¡¯t help but ask,


    ¡°Sister Ji¡­ do you know Dr. Fu?¡±


    Ji Sang snapped back to reality.


    ¡°What?¡±


    Song Xiu was dazzled by her clear eyes and turned to scratch his head.


    ¡°Weren¡¯t you just dropped off by Dr. Fu?¡±


    He had only gotten a brief look, not clear enough to discern the details, but Dr. Fu, with his cold and aloof demeanor, was hard to forget once seen. He simply thought that the figure in the car just now had a presence similar to Dr. Fu¡¯s, plus the scene he had witnessed yesterday in the hospital garden¡­


    It was natural for him to make such a guess.


    Ji Sang pursed her lips. She really didn¡¯t quite understand what needed to be avoided in the work atmosphere, especially when it came to cooperation between public service units, and instinctively tried to conceal her marital relationship with Fu Yisi.

 Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Chapter 11 When Can Brothers Bad Temper Be Cured?_2

    Chapter 21: Chapter 11 When Can Brother¡¯s Bad Temper Be Cured?_2


    ¡°You¡­ must have seen it wrong?¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    Ji Sang shifted her gaze away, nodded, and turned to walk into the elevator.


    But Song Xiu stood in place, watching Ji Sang¡¯s flustered footsteps, and shook his head with a smile.


    Sister Ji really can¡¯t lie.


    So, was that really Dr. Fu in the car just now? What is their relationship?


    A fleeting, unnameable emotion crossed Song Xiu¡¯s eyes. His lips mechanically curled up a bit before he hurriedly followed her, pulling out the proposal he had written overnight.


    The two weren¡¯t particularly early, and most of their colleagues had seen them discussing seemingly without noticing anyone else.


    Song Xiu was a celebrity in the office, a young, handsome, and capable fresh face, while Ji Sang had also become a ¡®celebrity¡¯ at the office since yesterday, a high-profile special-hire photographer.


    Thus, right after the two of them entered the office, the outside started bustling with conversation.


    ¡°Did you see that? She pretended not to notice us at all, didn¡¯t even greet us. She really thinks she¡¯s something special just because she¡¯s specially hired huh.¡±


    The speaker was the studio¡¯s previously sole female photographer, but now, she was one of two.


    ¡°Look at how she looks, hooking up Xiao Song as soon as she arrived, who knows how she got those awards, all high and mighty.¡±


    ¡°Right, right, I think so too, what¡¯s her name?¡±


    ¡°Ji Sang.¡±


    ¡°Not very famous, I don¡¯t even know the name.¡±


    After saying this, a few of the women scoffed coldly.


    And just as a yawning man was entering the office, he heard the name and halted his steps.


    ¡°What did you say?¡±


    The sudden reaction startled everyone, and Zheng Xia, who had spoken of Ji Sang¡¯s false airs, rolled her eyes when she saw who it was,


    ¡°Zhang Quan, what¡¯s gotten into you! You never come in this early usually.¡±


    Zhang Quan touched his nose and chuckled awkwardly.


    ¡°Sorry, what¡¯s the name of that new special hire you mentioned?¡±


    ¡°Ji Sang.¡±


    Zheng Xia, scared and disdainful, begrudgingly spat out those two words. Seeing Zhang Quan¡¯s dazed face, another woman asked,


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong, Brother Quan, do you know her?¡±


    Zhang Quan suddenly laughed, familiar indeed! That was the goddess he had chased unsuccessfully for three years. He never expected that one day they would become colleagues!


    The laugh was a bit uncontrollable, his mouth couldn¡¯t close properly, and the several women watched him in horror. Zhang Quan didn¡¯t care, and just marched forward although he didn¡¯t get far before retreating.


    ¡°Don¡¯t speak ill of her, okay?¡±


    As the group leader of planning, Zhang Quan had that bit of authority. Without waiting for the women¡¯s surprised reactions, he left the office.


    He had to go find his goddess!


    Meanwhile, after Ji Sang finished revising Song Xiu¡¯s proposal, she went straight to Lu Ming¡¯s office.


    Although the station was a top player locally and even provincially, they had to be cautious in dealing with City First Hospital. After all, they had the capital to collaborate with the national station.


    Therefore, this time, they were continuously meticulous about the content.


    After all, they needed to present a proposal that City First Hospital would be satisfied with.


    The discussion lasted until noon, stretching over three hours, but no one showed tiredness on their faces; Lu Ming even had a smile.


    And Song Xiu naturally did too.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go eat at the restaurant across the street for lunch, my treat.¡±


    Lu Ming patted Song Xiu¡¯s shoulder affirmatively, and as his hand moved habitually towards the person next to him, Ji Sang stepped aside, leaving his hand hanging in midair.


    Lu Ming: ¡­.


    Song Xiu: ¡­.


    Ji Sang also sensed the awkwardness in the air, pursed her lips, and looked up at Lu Ming. Before she could speak, Lu Ming was already voicing out,


    ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡±


    He waved his hand nonchalantly in the air.


    As for Ji Sang¡¯s temperament, he probably understood. It wasn¡¯t a big deal that needed fussing.


    ¡­.


    While eating, Lu Ming was called away by a phone, and, coincidentally, just as they were finishing, Song Xiu also received a call. His expression changed instantly, and he quickly got up to go out.


    Eventually, only Ji Sang was left alone in the private room.


    Ji Sang felt even more comfortable, happily finishing her meal alone, and only when she went to the front desk to pay the bill did she find out that Lu Ming had already settled it.


    She hadn¡¯t expected her first pre-work arrangements after joining the TV station to go so smoothly, sweeping away the morning¡¯s irritations; she took out her phone intending to share with Su Ge.


    But just as she was looking down, she suddenly bumped into someone¡¯s chest, and her phone dropped to the ground with a crack, the screen shattered.


    Ji Sang, holding her forehead, took a step back,


    ¡°Sorry.¡±


    She bent down to pick up her phone, which was completely black-screened now.


    ¡°Goddess!¡±


    Zhang Quan paused in rubbing his chest when he heard Ji Sang¡¯s voice, his deeply furrowed brows relaxing, and with trembling hands, he attempted to help Ji Sang, but she brushed him off.


    ¡°Goddess, don¡¯t you recognize me?¡±


    Ji Sang stood up, examining the evidently excited man in front of her, and frowned slightly,


    ¡°Who are you?¡±


    ¡°Me? Zhang Quan!¡±


    As if afraid Ji Sang wouldn¡¯t remember, Zhang Quan gestured wildly with his hands.


    ¡°The same Zhang Quan who declared his love for you under the dormitory with candles back in school!¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­.


    A snort of laughter¡ªpeople around them couldn¡¯t hold back laughing outright after hearing this, especially a purple-haired man who laughed even harder.


    ¡°Oh.¡±


    Ji Sang nodded slightly, side-stepping and walking straight past Zhang Quan.


    Zhang Quan: ¡­.


    He slapped his forehead abruptly.


    ¡°Why mention that, of all things?¡±


    He hurriedly followed her out.


    This scene made the purple-haired man laugh so hard that he clutched his stomach, nearly dropping his phone.


    ¡°What exactly happened?¡±


    A deep and cold voice came from the phone; the purple-haired man finally caught his breath.


    ¡°Brother Si, you wouldn¡¯t believe the hilarious thing that just happened, really, I¡¯ve never seen such a foolish man in my life, hahaha, and that woman was absolutely cool! I think her walking out like that was super suave!¡±


    Having just finished a consultation, Fu Yisi pinched the bridge of his nose,


    ¡°You called just to tell me this?¡±


    ¡°Brother Si, it¡¯s really funny! Had I known it¡¯d be this entertaining back home, I would¡¯ve returned earlier.¡±


    ¡°Yuxuan.¡±


    The man¡¯s voice carried a hint of displeasure, and Yuxuan immediately stopped laughing, knowing that this irritation from his brother Si was a prelude to ending the call.


    ¡°Cough, Brother Si, let¡¯s gather tonight, it¡¯s been half a year since we met. I¡¯ve just come back to the country.¡±


    Yuxuan theatrically sniffed, as if he was about to cry right there,


    ¡°No time.¡±


    After saying that, the man hung up the phone.


    Yuxuan: ¡­.


    When is Brother Si going to fix that temper of his?

 Chapter 22 - Chapter 22: Chapter 12 The mans gaze suddenly darkened

    Chapter 22: Chapter 12 The man¡¯s gaze suddenly darkened


    Hanging up the phone, Fu Yisi tossed his cell phone aside and picked up a patient¡¯s file to review. Holding a black glossy pen made his hands appear even paler and more slender. His handwriting on the white sheet, elegant yet sharp, seemed just like him.


    Suddenly, the tip of the pen paused slightly, his fingers curled up, faintly revealing bluish veins. A hint of emotion flashed through the deep pools of his dark eyes.


    He picked up the cellphone he had thrown aside and called back the recent caller.


    Ling Yuxuan, as if he had been waiting on the other end, immediately picked up the phone.


    ¡°Brother! Have you agreed to hang out?¡±


    The noisy voice made Fu Yisi frown; he didn¡¯t respond but instead tapped the tabletop with his pen gently but firmly.


    Ling Yuxuan: ¡­


    He chickened out.


    The spoiled and pampered only son of the Ling Family, fearless of everyone, even his parents couldn¡¯t control him. But before Fu Yisi, he acted as tame as a little pony, which both angered and relieved his parents.


    They were angry that they couldn¡¯t control their long-awaited son even fractionally; relieved that there was still someone he feared, preventing him from going astray.


    With a tone of appeasement, Ling Yuxuan chuckled twice, then lowered his voice and asked softly,


    ¡°Brother?¡±


    Fu Yisi then stopped tapping, letting Ling Yuxuan breathe a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. The calls were as incessant as the ¡°Band-Tightening Spell¡± from the Monk Tang.


    Of course, Brother was nothing like the kind Monk Tang.


    ¡°I¡¯ll set the time; you pick a quiet place. I¡¯ll bring someone.¡±


    ¡°Someone?¡±


    Ling Yuxuan exaggeratedly raised his voice,


    ¡°A woman? Brother, since when do you have a girlfriend?! How come I didn¡¯t know; do our eldest brother and second brother know? Brother! You actually have a woman now! Which blinded¡­ no, no, insightful woman fell for my brother!¡±


    Fu Yisi: ¡­


    ¡°Shut up.¡±


    The man, somewhat headache from Ling Yuxuan¡¯s dramatic nature, felt that half a year away had not diminished it.


    ¡°It¡¯s your sister-in-law.¡±


    He spoke these words perhaps without realizing his tone was no longer so stiff.


    ¡°Sister-in-law! When did I¡­¡±


    Did I get a sister-in-law?


    Ling Yuxuan didn¡¯t finish the last three words as he remembered that Brother indeed had gotten married. It was a family union, exactly when he had just gone abroad, unable to even object!


    Ha, he wouldn¡¯t acknowledge any so-called sister-in-law from a family union!


    Ling Yuxuan subconsciously branded Ji Sang as a wicked woman who coerced his brother.


    But now, Brother was actually planning to bring her to meet them!


    Was he brain-kicked, or enchanted by that woman?


    No, he mustn¡¯t let that woman succeed!


    ¡°Fine, Brother, bring her along.¡±


    He was surely not going to let that woman off easily.


    ¡°Brother, let¡¯s make it today. I¡¯ve already called our eldest and second brothers; they¡¯re both free. It¡¯s my first day back in the country, Brother, you¡¯ve to make some time!¡±


    Fu Yisi neither refused nor agreed, only said to wait for his message.


    After hanging up, he sat quietly for a few minutes. Thinking about what had happened this morning, he was suddenly unsure whether Ji Sang was willing to meet his brothers.


    However, Fu Yisi was not one to indulge in doubts or delays, he picked up his phone and dialed Ji Sang¡¯s number.


    Beep, beep, beep¡­


    It went unanswered for a full minute.


    His brow furrowed tightly, and before the call could drop naturally, the office door was suddenly opened.


    It was Xiao Zhang, the assistant, looking somewhat panicked,


    ¡°Dr. Fu, there¡¯s been a sudden complication in surgery in the Oncology department. Director Zhao needs you there.¡±


    Fu Yisi pursed his lips, hung up the phone, and quickly followed.


    ¡­


    On the other end, just as Ji Sang had arrived at the TV station building, she was worrying about when to find time to buy a new phone.


    ¡°Goddess!¡±


    A voice, not unfamiliar but overly lively, came through with the breeze from behind, chilling Ji Sang despite the early summer weather.


    Again, this.


    Back in school, she had been persistently badgered by Zhang Quan, seeing his approaching figure every moment of every day. Just hearing his voice triggered an inexplicable fear reflex.


    With a headache, she turned her gaze, expecting to see Zhang Quan approaching with a 150-degree smile.


    ¡°Zhang Quan, can you¡­¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s words were interrupted as Zhang Quan looked at her with surprise.


    ¡°Goddess! You remembered me!?¡±

 Chapter 23 - Chapter 23: Chapter 12 The mans gaze suddenly darkened_2

    Chapter 23: Chapter 12 The man¡¯s gaze suddenly darkened_2


    Ji Sang:¡­.


    With a hint of bitterness, Ji Sang mustered a faint smile, trying her best to phrase her words less bluntly.


    ¡°Zhang Quan, I¡¯ve already told you this back in school.¡±


    ¡°I know, you said you wanted to focus on your studies and on photography, so I didn¡¯t bother you at all in the last year, hehe. Now that you¡¯ve graduated, it should¡­ be possible, right?¡±


    Zhang Quan scratched his head, thinking he could continue pursuing his goddess once he graduated, but he never expected that when he was ready to approach her, the news he received was that she was going abroad.


    ¡°It¡¯s not possible.¡±


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t give Zhang Quan even a moment to fantasize, she didn¡¯t quite comprehend why Zhang Quan could fall for her and persist so tenaciously.


    After all, she had rejected him so many times.


    Ji Sang¡¯s words poured cold water over Zhang Quan, catching him off guard.


    ¡°Why¡­ why not?¡±


    The joy of seeing his goddess again plummeted by half instantly.


    His heartbroken expression made Ji Sang, who already felt apologetic, even more remorseful. She blamed herself for not being clear enough from the start.


    But¡­.


    Ji Sang pursed her lips, knowing well that her current feelings were entirely her own fault, not because of Zhang Quan¡¯s affection.


    She never believed that someone¡¯s affection should be used to feed one¡¯s vanity.


    ¡°Zhang Quan, all I can say is thank you for liking me, but I can¡¯t give you anything else.¡±


    Zhang Quan¡¯s face fell, his back no longer as straight as when he arrived, and he snorted lightly,


    ¡°So it¡¯s true¡­ I¡¯m still not good enough.¡±


    Actually, he wasn¡¯t that naive; after being rejected so many times, how could he not know the answer? But, ah¡­ he knew exactly what it was that he was persisting for, and such persistence gave him the motivation to become a better person.


    He had no regrets.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay¡­ Goddess, I used to like you, it¡¯s enough now to just admire you, back then¡­ I must have been really annoying, right?¡±


    Ji Sang knew that this matter should be mostly resolved, and she sighed a sigh of relief in her heart.


    ¡°Zhang Quan.¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    ¡°One should not judge their own excellence solely from the perspective of the person they like.¡±


    She wasn¡¯t good with words, and that was all she could say.


    But it was precisely this simple statement that made her image soar even higher in Zhang Quan¡¯s heart.


    As a result, when Ji Sang went to work in the afternoon, she found Zhang Quan always seemed to ¡°accidentally¡± appear before her.


    Whether it was when she went to the tea room to get water, when she went to the break room balcony to rest, or during afternoon tea, Zhang Quan¡¯s figure was there.


    Ji Sang distinctly felt that the way other people looked at her in the office had started to get weird.


    More or less, she also knew why.


    Ji Sang had planned to talk things over with Zhang Quan after work, but Lu Ming called her over to discuss a promotional video.


    This meeting went on straight until seven in the evening.


    Ji Sang¡¯s head felt hazy, and when she came out and saw the dark sky outside, an inexplicable sense of emotion densely tangled around her heart.


    It was unsettling.


    ¡°Ji Sang, thanks for your hard work. In a couple of days, you¡¯ll go with me to the hospital to present the plan. Go home and rest well today.¡±


    The hospital¡­


    Ji Sang¡¯s pupils suddenly shrank, she raised her hand to check the time.


    Seventeen past seven.


    How could she have forgotten! She promised in the morning to visit Fu Yisi at the hospital after work. Now, it was more than an hour past the agreed time of six o¡¯clock.


    Ji Sang instinctively reached into her pocket for her phone, fumbling around to realize that it had been broken since noon.


    ¡°Sister Ji, what¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Song Xiu turned his head, looking at the person in the back who was in a panic.


    ¡°Song Xiu, can I borrow your phone?¡±


    Perhaps because Ji Sang¡¯s face was a bit too serious, Song Xiu started to feel nervous too, quickly pulling out his phone.


    ¡°Oh, use it.¡±


    Upon reaching the phone contacts page, Ji Sang was at a loss on how to proceed.


    She simply did not know Fu Yisi¡¯s phone number.


    After saving it initially, she allowed it to collect dust in a corner of the contact list, let alone making an effort to remember that string of digits.


    ¡°Sister Ji?¡±


    Ji Sang snapped back to reality and handed the phone back.


    ¡°Thank you.¡±


    After saying that, without waiting for Song Xiu to respond, she hurriedly made her way to the office.


    At this time, there were hardly any people in the TV station, and lights in many areas had been turned off. Normally, Ji Sang had a fear of places that were both dark and silent, but at this moment, she pushed that fear aside.


    She couldn¡¯t quite explain why she was so worried. The only thought in her head was: Fu Yisi must have misunderstood.


    Their marriage, already on a fragile foundation, could be thrown into chaos by a small misunderstanding.


    She didn¡¯t want to cause her parents to worry.


    Not very familiar with the layout of this office area and unable to turn on the lights, Ji Sang could still see the path under her feet; it was just that such an environment made her tense up. Even her own footsteps sounded frantic.


    Just as she was about to touch the door of her office, a muffled groan suddenly came from somewhere.


    Ji Sang was startled, her hand gripping the doorknob suddenly tightened, and she whipped around.


    ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡±


    But all that answered her were ragged breaths and faint moaning sounds.


    Without a moment¡¯s hesitation, Ji Sang walked into the office, turned on the light, and with a sweep of her gaze saw the broken cell phone on the desk. Her expression froze for a second, she picked it up carefully and walked back out.


    By this time, Song Xiu had followed her.


    ¡°What¡­ What happened? Sister Ji?¡±


    Ji Sang put a finger to her lips and whisperingly asked,


    ¡°Did you hear any sounds?¡±


    As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of a chair hitting the ground could be heard.


    Song Xiu¡¯s expression instantly turned serious. He shielded Ji Sang with his body and slowly walked outside. The closer they got to the main office area, the clearer the sounds became.


    With a ¡°clatter¡±, Song Xiu turned on the lights, and what came into view was Zhang Quan curled up on the floor.


    ¡­


    ¡°Dr. Fu, we¡¯re really indebted to you today, that was tough.¡±


    The words came from the head of the oncology department at City First Hospital. The afternoon¡¯s surgery was complex, with the director, plus two attending doctors involved, but still, some unexpected issues arose. Luckily, Fu Yisi hadn¡¯t scheduled any surgeries for today.


    Head of Oncology, Dr. Zhao, couldn¡¯t contain his admiration:


    Truly a young talent.


    At 28, to achieve such heights, there really aren¡¯t many in the country.


    Thinking this, Dr. Zhao started to make plans in his mind.


    ¡°Dr. Fu, how about coming over to my place this weekend? My father-in-law has always wanted to meet you, and my daughter just returned from a foreign medical school, she has a lot she wants to consult you about too¡­¡±


    Before he could finish, Fu Yisi already understood Dr. Zhao¡¯s intentions.


    ¡°I have something at home this weekend.¡±


    ¡°Well¡­¡±


    ¡°I apologize, Director Zhao, I still have patients to attend to.¡±


    Fu Yisi nodded slightly in courtesy, then left directly.


    On his way back to the office, he ran into Xiao Zhang and, uncharacteristically, he initiated a conversation.


    ¡°Has anyone been looking for me?¡±


    ¡°Eh?¡±


    Fu Yisi stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at Xiao Zhang, who was standing still, with a slightly furrowed brow.


    Xiao Zhang immediately snapped out of it and shook his head.


    ¡°No.¡±


    The man¡¯s eyes suddenly darkened.


    Deep, cold, making Xiao Zhang shiver uncontrollably even from two meters away.

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    Chapter 24: Chapter 13 Fu Yisi Acts Like a Child


    ¡°Dr. Fu, are you¡­¡±


    Waiting for someone?


    Xiao Zhang¡¯s question was interrupted by a sudden flurry, and he didn¡¯t manage to finish his sentence.


    ¡°The patient is 26 years old with acute appendicitis, perforation and pus formation, showing symptoms of chronic peritonitis, requiring immediate surgery.¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s an OR now available.¡±


    ¡°Where¡¯s the doctor?¡±


    ¡°Uh¡­ Dr. Fu is available, but he just¡­¡±


    The nurse didn¡¯t finish speaking, as Fu Yisi had already stepped forward.


    ¡°I¡¯ll do it.¡±


    He had just finished a four-hour surgery and hadn¡¯t even had time to take a sip of water, his voice was somewhat hoarse.


    The nurse was taken aback, then nodded and turned around.


    ¡°Who is the patient¡¯s family?¡±


    Two people quickly came forward from behind.


    ¡°We are his colleagues.¡±


    Just as he finished speaking, Fu Yisi immediately noticed Ji Sang behind the nurse, and Ji Sang also looked over at the same time.


    His gaze became intense, his cool and deep eyes hiding turbulent waves.


    Almost tranquil, yet not.


    Ji Sang abruptly froze on the spot, her throat suddenly feeling as if scorched by a harsh wind, too dry to speak.


    Such a look in Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes, she had never seen before. It lacked the initial indifference and aloofness, and also lacked yesterday¡¯s playful teasing.


    ¡°Hello, we need a signature for the patient¡¯s surgery, are you his?¡±


    Unable to help herself, the nurse measured Ji Sang from head to toe.


    This woman actually managed to make Dr. Fu watch her for more than ten seconds.


    Song Xiu noticed the unusual atmosphere between Ji Sang and Fu Yisi and quickly spoke up,


    ¡°Colleagues, but he instructed us before he passed out.¡±


    Only then did the nurse shift her focus onto him, and her eyes suddenly brightened.


    Song Xiu was actually quite handsome, possessing a completely different character from Fu Yisi¡ªsunny and cheerful, exactly what these nurses, accustomed to the cold aloofness of Fu Yisi, preferred.


    ¡°Oh, I see, then please sign here.¡±


    The nurse¡¯s suddenly gentle tone made Fu Yisi lift his eyes to the man standing next to Ji Sang.


    Young, lively, handsome, a fellow assistant at work, his eyes filled with fervent admiration.


    Ha!


    The man¡¯s lips curled slightly, carrying a hint of scorn.


    Just a naive young kid, after all.


    The surgical table was already pushed into the OR, everything was ready and the assistant physician, Doctor Zhou, called out,


    ¡°Dr. Fu, we can start now.¡±


    Fu Yisi nodded and coolly withdrew his gaze, following them into the OR.


    For a while, only Ji Sang and Song Xiu were left in the corridor.


    For a long time, Ji Sang didn¡¯t move a step, her gaze following Fu Yisi until blocked by the door.


    Song Xiu quietly stood by, and after a few minutes, he finally spoke,


    ¡°Sister Ji, let¡¯s wait over there. Dr. Fu is excellent in his practice; the surgery will surely be over soon.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang retrieve her gaze, appearing somewhat distracted.


    She was somewhat puzzled; having only interacted with Fu Yisi for a few days, he was already so able to affect her emotions. She was just late off work and her phone was broken so she couldn¡¯t call him, yet, seeing his cold, distant, indifferent gaze earlier, she couldn¡¯t help blaming herself.


    After a moment, Ji Sang raised her hand to her forehead, even more troubled than when she was preparing for the Hassel International Photography Competition.


    She was never good at handling relationships with others, let alone marital relationships.


    If only Su Ge were here right now.


    Ji Sang lowered her head and pursed her lips, ultimately just sighing.


    Sitting beside her, Song Xiu wanted to speak several times, but seeing her state, he could only give up.


    In the operating room,


    With the nurse¡¯s help, Fu Yisi put on his surgical gown, donned a face mask, and approached the operating table.


    The scene of encountering Ji Sang outside just flashed before his eyes; her eyes full of concern watching the person lying in the OR, and that young kid beside her, afraid she might get hurt, constantly shielding her in front.


    A sudden irritation rose from his heart; he wasn¡¯t sure if it was because of Ji Sang, or the man beside her, or perhaps both.


    The turmoil in his eyes was more intense than before, no longer calm.


    ¡°Dr. Fu?¡±


    Getting no response, the others in the OR looked at each other. Everyone had worked with Dr. Fu before, but none had seen him come into the OR and still be unable to calm down.


    ¡°Dr. Fu?¡±


    The assistant physician called again, and Fu Yisi finally snapped back to reality.


    ¡°I apologize.¡±


    His gaze slightly lowered, and when he looked up again, it was filled with cold composure.


    ¡°Let¡¯s begin the surgery.¡±

 Chapter 25 - Chapter 25: Chapter 13 Fu Yisi Acts Like a Child_2

    Chapter 25: Chapter 13 Fu Yisi Acts Like a Child_2


    ¡­.


    This surgery was very simple for Fu Yisi; it was over in just over an hour. Upon receiving the news, Ji Sang and Song Xiu immediately stood up.


    Ji Sang stood in the front, staring straight at the most noticeable man among the crowd, yet Fu Yisi didn¡¯t even spare her half a glance.


    Ji Sang: ¡­.


    Turning her head, she quickly spoke to Song Xiu beside her,


    ¡°Song Xiu, you go check on Zhang Quan, I have something to deal with.¡±


    As she spoke, the man¡¯s figure had already walked out of sight.


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t think much and hurriedly trotted to follow behind.


    ¡°¡­.¡±


    The accompanying assistant doctors and nurses were confused, but they caught sight of Fu Yisi¡¯s assistant Xiao Zhang not far away and quickly called out,


    ¡°Xiao Zhang, that woman just now¡­¡±


    Xiao Zhang, with a polite smile on his lips, nodded slightly as he walked past them, and just as everyone was ready to resign themselves to not getting an answer, Xiao Zhang said quite proudly,


    ¡°That¡¯s Ms. Ji.¡±


    Everyone: ¡°!!!¡±


    Ms. Ji.


    So it was Ms. Ji, the magical woman who plucked the blossom of their City First Hospital that they didn¡¯t get a chance to meet yesterday!


    However¡­ seeing this, were Ms. Ji and Dr. Fu having a conflict?


    It was indeed novel; even a person like Dr. Fu who seemed untouchable also argued with his girlfriend.


    Everyone shook their heads, smiling as they left.


    How could they not be happy? They had just gotten juicy information about the ¡°star¡± Dr. Fu.


    ¡­


    Here, Ji Sang caught up to Fu Yisi just before he entered the door, but this man, upon clearly noticing her following behind, not only didn¡¯t slow down but used his tall stature and long legs to ditch Ji Sang.


    Bang!


    The door closed loudly, startling Ji Sang, who reflexively touched her nose.


    Thank goodness, she hadn¡¯t hit it.


    Yet even so, Ji Sang suddenly felt considerably more relaxed. In fact, she stood at the door, unable to help but laugh out loud.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s action just now was really like that of a child.


    Last year, she was on location at a kindergarten, and that¡¯s exactly how angry kids acted. They told others they were angry with all their body language.


    Actually, this was quite good. At least, she didn¡¯t have to guess Fu Yisi¡¯s feelings anymore. At least¡­ it meant Fu Yisi was still willing to deal with her, right?


    Then she wasn¡¯t so scared anymore.


    Compared to a cold war, she preferred to resolve issues promptly.


    Ji Sang took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness and chaos inside her.


    Raised her hand to knock on the door,


    ¡°May I¡­ come in?¡±


    No response.


    But Ji Sang knew Fu Yisi had heard what she said, and more importantly, even though he had slammed the door, he hadn¡¯t locked it.


    ¡°Then¡­ I¡¯m coming in?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s hand was on the doorknob, pressing down slowly.


    Click, the door opened, the light inside instantly spilling out through the crack.


    Fu Yisi, who had just picked up a medical record, paused for a moment, looked down, continued writing with his pen, without lifting his head,


    ¡°Get out.¡±


    His voice was extremely cold and distant.


    Luckily, Ji Sang had mentally prepared herself outside; otherwise, she really wouldn¡¯t have been able to withstand this kind of sharpness from Fu Yisi.


    Ji Sang¡¯s hand hanging beside her leg suddenly pinched herself hard, her lips tightly closed, as if mustering up courage, she pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Fu Yisi.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t mean that this morning.¡±


    Upon hearing this, Fu Yisi¡¯s pen paused, and he looked up at her indifferently, raised an eyebrow, his voice clear and sharp like a stream in early spring,


    ¡°That¡­ what does that mean?¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    She had thought of a thousand possible answers from Fu Yisi, but not once did she consider that he would play dumb! Why did she feel like Fu Yisi was doing it on purpose?


    Thinking of everything that happened last night, Ji Sang suddenly was sure, Fu Yisi was definitely doing it on purpose.


    ¡­.


    Sultry.


    ¡°That¡­ doesn¡¯t mean anything; it was just¡­ um¡­ moved?¡±


    Ji Sang wasn¡¯t good at talking, let alone lying. Even after searching her mind for the right words, this was the best she could come up with.


    Hearing those two words, Fu Yisi suddenly threw down his pen and leaned back in his chair with a cold laugh,


    ¡°Moved?¡±


    Getting a response, Ji Sang thought she had said the right thing, and eagerly nodded,


    ¡°Yes, moved¡­ It was the first time someone offered to pick me up after work. I was¡­ very moved.¡±


    After she finished, even Ji Sang herself believed it to some extent.


    She never had a fixed job before, and indeed, Fu Yisi was the first person who had offered to pick her up.


    Amused, Fu Yisi loosened the second button at the neck of his shirt,


    ¡°Ji Sang,¡±


    This was the first time he had called her by her name when she was conscious.


    His voice carried a laugh, but it was cold and indifferent.


    ¡°Do you believe it yourself?¡±


    Ji Sang instinctively wanted to nod, but seeing the sneer at the corner of Fu Yisi¡¯s mouth, she suddenly stopped.


    Yeah, how could a person as calm and wise as Fu Yisi believe the excuse she came up with on the spot.


    The heavy and tense atmosphere spread in the office.


    Ji Sang lowered her head, stopped talking, and her hands on her lap wrapped around each other nonsensically, just like her thoughts at the moment.


    Chaotic, complicated.


    Just as she was about to tear the skin off her fingers, Fu Yisi suddenly spoke up,


    ¡°Your phone? Why don¡¯t you answer?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s head snapped up, her gaze somewhat fervent as she looked at him.


    Fu Yisi couldn¡¯t stand her bright and piercing eyes, as if they could see right through to the bottom of one¡¯s heart, and he averted his gaze, again picking up the pen he had thrown aside.


    ¡°My phone was broken at noon, haven¡¯t replaced it yet.¡±


    Ji Sang paused momentarily,


    ¡°Because of the promotional film, the meeting ran late, so¡­¡±


    I didn¡¯t manage to come find you in time.


    The tight frown on Fu Yisi¡¯s face finally relaxed a bit, the characters absentmindedly written on the paper also had a bit of a spring to them.


    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you borrow a phone to call?¡±


    Fu Yisi had just asked casually, but Ji Sang was really too careful and tense, he even felt tense for her. However, he did not expect to see Ji Sang¡¯s guilty, evasive eyes,


    Fu Yisi:¡­

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    Chapter 26: Chapter 14 The Woman¡¯s Body Tottering


    ¡°Don¡¯t remember?¡± Fu Yisi¡¯s voice was cold.


    Ji Sang touched his nose uncomfortably.


    ¡°That¡­ I haven¡¯t¡­ had time to remember.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s voice became fainter as Fu Yisi¡¯s facial expression grew stern.


    He frowned unhappily and muttered softly,


    ¡°Do you remember then?¡±


    Unfortunately, Fu Yisi had exceptional hearing and heard her clearly.


    ¡°Heh, I have a good memory.¡±


    Just a string of eleven digits, he memorized them at a glance. In contrast, Ji Sang¡­ really didn¡¯t seem to take this marriage seriously.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyebrows gradually knitted, not because of Ji Sang, but¡­ wondering why he suddenly changed his mind.


    ¡°Thump, thump, thump¡±


    The door was knocked, followed by Xiao Zhang squeezing his head through a small opening.


    ¡°Dr. Fu, the patient is awake.¡±


    After saying that, he immediately withdrew his head.


    Fu Yisi stood up immediately, put on his white coat, and walked out. The moment he opened the door, Xiao Zhang, who was eavesdropping, lost his balance and staggered, falling towards Fu Yisi.


    Fu Yisi glanced downward and unhesitatingly stepped aside.


    Xiao Zhang:¡­


    Ji Sang:¡­


    Xiao Zhang still couldn¡¯t stabilize himself and fell to the ground. Yet, Fu Yisi didn¡¯t pause for even a moment and disappeared through the door.


    The remaining two exchanged an awkward glance. Xiao Zhang quickly got up from the ground and chuckled foolishly twice, symbolically dusting off his clothes.


    ¡°Dr. Fu performed surgeries all afternoon, he must be tired, heh heh.¡±


    He certainly wouldn¡¯t admit that Dr. Fu just disliked him.


    Ji Sang had already stood up when Fu Yisi left, watching his disappearing figure and inevitably feeling a bit lost.


    Xiao Zhang noticed her expression and already started imagining a couple¡¯s quarrel drama, but the story encountered difficulties from the beginning.


    Dr. Fu, in his mind, was an unworldly lofty figure. He simply couldn¡¯t imagine what would make such a person argue with his girlfriend.


    Was it forgetting an anniversary? Or was there a misunderstanding?


    But neither seemed likely. Looking at the situation, it seemed like Dr. Fu was the one upset with Ms. Ji?


    Xiao Zhang suddenly remembered that after ending the oncology surgery in the afternoon, Dr. Fu seemed to have asked if anyone was looking for him. After hearing a negative answer, his face turned as cold as ice.


    Was Dr. Fu angry because Ms. Ji was late in coming to see him?


    Xiao Zhang¡¯s eyes widened, he couldn¡¯t help but shrink his neck.


    The Dr. Fu, who always observed things with a slight, cool smile, was actually getting angry with his girlfriend over something like this?!


    Xiao Zhang swallowed and looked at Ji Sang, who appeared downcast, suddenly feeling pity for her!


    ¡°That¡­ Ms. Ji¡±


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t take it to heart with Dr. Fu, he¡­ this person is like this, very strict about time, you¡­ just don¡¯t forget next time, you are his girlfriend, he won¡¯t stay angry for long.¡±


    Ji Sang looked at the sympathy in Xiao Zhang¡¯s eyes, coupled with his words, and felt somewhat amused.


    It seemed that even a bystander could see the odd atmosphere between her and Fu Yisi.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay, can you take me to Zhang Quan¡¯s room?¡±


    Ji Sang temporarily set aside her issues with Fu Yisi, recalling that she had brought Zhang Quan, who had fainted, to the hospital.


    Since Zhang Quan had woken up, she should go and check on him.


    Yet, Xiao Zhang misunderstood, thinking that Ji Sang wanted to find Dr. Fu.


    Right, as the chief surgeon, Fu Yisi was still in the ward asking questions.


    Ji Sang initially didn¡¯t understand Xiao Zhang¡¯s subtle look until she saw the person inside the room¡­ ¡°.¡±


    She was really confused. Didn¡¯t Fu Yisi just come here? Did he¡­ mistakenly think she was pestering him?


    Ji Sang sighed inwardly, trying to make her presence less noticeable, waiting for Fu Yisi to leave.


    However, Zhang Quan, who had woken up, spotted Ji Sang at the door instantly.


    ¡°Goddess! You¡¯re here!¡±


    Song Xiu: ¡°??????¡±


    Xiao Zhang still at the door: ¡°??????¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡°.¡­..¡±


    Ji Sang involuntarily looked towards Fu Yisi, seeing the man¡¯s handsome eyebrows raise slightly, glancing at her briefly before his lips curved slightly.


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing serious, just rest well for the next few days.¡±


    With that, Fu Yisi, hands in his pockets, walked away.


    As the door was closing, he heard,


    ¡°Goddess! I really owe you today, otherwise I might have lost my life.¡±

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    Chapter 27: Chapter 14 The Woman¡¯s Body Tottering_2


    ¡°`


    ¡°Uh¡­ take good care of yourself.¡±


    ¡°Goddess, we really are fated!¡±


    Hearing this, Fu Yisi¡¯s lips tightened, his dark and cold eyes filled with endless chill as he looked towards Xiao Zhang, who was still eavesdropping at the corner.


    ¡°Not leaving?¡±


    Xiao Zhang immediately straightened his body.


    ¡°Leaving! Right away!¡±


    Xiao Zhang covered his chest, eavesdropping at the corner really stressed his heart!


    Fu Yisi walked straight back to his own office, casually placing his hands on his waistline. After pacing a few steps in front of his desk, he realized how silly he was behaving, sat down with a cold laugh, his slender fingers tapping on the desk repeatedly.


    One minute.


    Two minutes.


    Three minutes.


    ¡­


    Five minutes! She still hasn¡¯t come.


    Fu Yisi burst into a bitter laugh, directly changed his clothes, picked up his things, and left.


    Why should he care about that heartless woman?


    In the hospital room, Zhang Quan, who had just undergone surgery, was excitedly discussing his and Ji Sang¡¯s fate.


    Standing by, Song Xiu listened word by word to the conversation between Zhang Quan and Ji Sang, no¡­ more like Zhang Quan¡¯s monologue, his interest apparent.


    He asked out loud,


    ¡°Brother Quan, you have waited for Sister Ji for so long? I don¡¯t believe it, are you still a lifetime solo?¡±


    The smile on Zhang Quan¡¯s face stiffened a bit, he tugged at the corner of his mouth.


    ¡°This¡­ that¡¯s not it.¡±


    Zhang Quan scratched his head, his gaze fixated on Ji Sang began to shift guiltily.


    Song Xiu looked as though he understood everything,


    ¡°I thought so, Brother Quan, you see Sister Ji as a goal to strive for, as an idol, not someone you like as you said. Don¡¯t bring up that reminiscing stuff.¡±


    With these words, Song Xiu¡¯s gaze also became serious.


    He didn¡¯t want his idol to be morally kidnapped, especially not emotionally.


    Even if that person was also his boss.


    Zhang Quan¡¯s expression changed slightly; what Song Xiu meant, he couldn¡¯t pretend to not understand, otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have survived in the television station. Being admonished by a younger colleague naturally made Zhang Quan uncomfortable, yet, he found himself at a loss for words.


    Although he didn¡¯t want to morally coerce Ji Sang into compliance, being continuously rejected over the years added some displeasure to his heart.


    He just lost control for a moment.


    The two men had different thoughts, but Ji Sang was seemingly wandering outside. She escaped from Zhang Quan¡¯s emotional bombardment and naturally missed Song Xiu¡¯s well-intentioned advice.


    ¡°That¡­ I¡¯ll head back first, you take care.¡±


    After speaking, she stood up immediately; Song Xiu followed along, Zhang Quan opened his mouth but it was too late to ask them to stay longer.


    ¡°Goddess, thank you for today, and you too, Xiao Song.¡±


    Ji Sang politely tugged at the corner of her mouth and then quickly left the hospital room, Song Xiu following closely.


    ¡°Sister Ji, do you want me to take you home?¡±


    Ji Sang shook her head.


    ¡°You go ahead, be careful on the road.¡±


    The expected answer, Song Xiu raised his eyebrows, nodded.


    ¡°Then Sister Ji, remember to eat. You¡¯re starting to look pale.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang realize her stomach had been aching faintly.


    It made sense, it was already nine o¡¯clock. After all that trouble, how could her stomach withstand it.


    ¡°I know.¡±


    Song Xiu knew she was going to find Dr. Fu, and without lingering further, he turned and left after seeing her walking towards the office.


    But Ji Sang couldn¡¯t find Fu Yisi.


    The door to the office was tightly shut, the nameplate on the top right showing the status board indicating that Fu Yisi had already left work.


    ¡°`


    A great sense of loss surged into her heart.


    Ji Sang dragged her weary body along, while many passersby looked at her curiously. She could vaguely hear their conversations.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that Ms. Ji?¡±


    ¡°What happened? Where¡¯s Dr. Fu?¡±


    ¡°Seems like he left, did those two have a fight?¡±


    ¡°As expected, Dr. Fu is cold by nature, treats his girlfriend the same way.¡±


    Ji Sang wanted to escape, but her exhaustion only allowed her to numbly listen.


    Xiao Zhang, almost reaching the hospital entrance, heard the nurses talking along the way, furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, and then turned back.


    He discovered Ji Sang at the corner.


    Her pale face, red eyes, and the sweat seeping out from her forehead startled him.


    ¡°Ms. Ji, what happened to you?¡±


    Ji Sang looked up, saw it was Xiao Zhang, and shook her head.


    ¡°Just a bit tired.¡±


    Xiao Zhang wanted to support her, but recalling Dr. Fu¡¯s terrifying gaze, he stopped his hand in mid-air and could only walk beside Ji Sang at her pace.


    ¡°Still¡­ not made up?¡±


    He didn¡¯t catch the whole conversation; he didn¡¯t know what exactly happened.


    But, it seemed like Dr. Fu was very angry.


    Ji Sang also remained silent, her eyes brimming with exhaustion. Xiao Zhang was not good at comforting, but couldn¡¯t bear it either, hesitated for a bit, then spoke,


    ¡°Ms. Ji¡­ Is Dr. Fu jealous?¡±


    Thinking carefully now, being late was really a minor issue, but if it was because of another man, and that man called her a goddess¡­


    If it were him, he definitely couldn¡¯t bear it either.


    ¡°Jealous?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes widened slightly, full of confusion.


    Seeing this, Xiao Zhang couldn¡¯t help but slap his hand.


    ¡°See, I knew it¡­¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡°?¡±


    ¡°Cough cough.¡±


    Xiao Zhang covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh.


    ¡°Right, men, after all, have a sense of possession, especially for their girlfriends.¡±


    Moreover, given Dr. Fu¡¯s extreme obsession with cleanliness, his possessiveness must be even stronger, intolerant of anyone else touching his belongings.


    Ji Sang blinked, not quite understanding Xiao Zhang¡¯s words. By then, they had reached the hospital entrance, where Xiao Zhang stopped short.


    ¡°Ms. Ji, it¡¯s just a matter of playing coy; I¡¯m off, bye!¡±


    With that, Xiao Zhang waved his hand and ran into the night, leaving Ji Sang standing there, dumbfounded.


    Jealous? Playing coy?


    How could Fu Yisi possibly be jealous? Their relationship was merely a contractual marriage. Although they got along fairly well these past few days, it couldn¡¯t have reached the point of jealousy, right? There was nothing between her and Zhang Quan!


    Playing coy?


    Ji Sang strained to imagine herself acting coquettishly towards Fu Yisi and what his reaction might be. The image in her mind was of that sulky man, smirking with a half-smile, deliberately lowering his voice,


    ¡°Heh!¡±


    Uh¡­


    Ji Sang shrank her neck, too terrifying.


    Moreover, she wasn¡¯t the type to act coy. No, she would never act coy towards Fu Yisi.


    The cool night breeze blew, making Ji Sang involuntarily wrap her arms around herself, her stomach, feeling even more painful.


    ¡­


    At the hospital entrance, under the night sky, sat a black, imposing Range Rover. The man inside casually tapped on the steering wheel, then suddenly spotted a familiar figure at the hospital entrance.


    Watching Ji Sang and Xiao Zhang talking happily, Fu Yisi¡¯s deep dark eyes narrowed slightly. After Xiao Zhang left, Fu Yisi lowered his hand intending to start the car, casually glancing towards the entrance, but then he saw that woman, covering her stomach, her body swaying.

 Chapter 28 - Chapter 28: Chapter 15: Is it... just a matter of acting coquettishly?

    Chapter 28: Chapter 15: Is it¡­ just a matter of acting coquettishly?


    Ms. Ji never thought it would hurt this much.


    For so many years, she had been carefully protecting her stomach, eating on time every day, and even though she had a passion for spicy food, she only indulged occasionally, not eating too much spice normally.


    But just after three hours, the pain tonight was even more ferocious than last night, to the point where it was almost unbearable.


    Ms. Ji clutched at the aching spot fiercely, instinctively squatting down, but she couldn¡¯t stabilize herself.


    At this moment, Fu Yisi immediately opened the car door and rushed over to her.


    Finally, as she was about to fall, Fu Yisi caught her in his arms.


    ¡°Ms. Ji?¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s voice was tight as he looked down at the woman who had fainted in his arms. Only then did he notice that her face was terribly pale, her delicate eyebrows deeply furrowed, with sweat from her forehead soaking her hair.


    His jawline instantly tensed, his deep eyes dark as ink. He squatted slightly and carried the woman horizontally, walking toward the hospital.


    The nurse still on duty, upon seeing Fu Yisi return with a woman in his arms, opened her mouth in surprise.


    ¡°Is there an empty ward available?¡±


    The coolness in Fu Yisi¡¯s voice snapped the stunned nurse back to attention, and she hurriedly led the way.


    ¡°Dr. Fu, this is¡­¡±


    ¡°Prepare an IV infusion.¡±


    ¡°Ah?¡±


    The nurse was puzzled, gazing dully at Fu Yisi as he carefully laid the woman in his arms onto the hospital bed and tenderly covered her with a blanket.


    ¡°!!!!!!¡±


    This was unbelievable; she had actually seen such a considerate side of Dr. Fu. If she wasn¡¯t mistaken, there seemed to be a hint of tenderness on his face just now.


    The nurse shivered suddenly.


    Tenderness¡­ It really was a word that she would never have associated with Dr. Fu.


    Not hearing any movement, Fu Yisi turned his head and saw the nurse still standing there, his brows furrowing slightly.


    ¡°What are you still doing here?¡±


    It was only then that the nurse had a clear view of the woman¡¯s face.


    My goodness, it was Ms. Ji.


    What exactly had happened between them? How could she have been made to faint?


    The nurse was lost in speculation when she suddenly felt a chill around her, and subconsciously looked in the direction where the cold air emanated from, only to see Dr. Fu standing up, his cold and thin eyes looking at her displeased.


    ¡°.¡­¡±


    ¡°Um, Dr. Fu, what kind of infusion is needed?¡±


    Although the nurse had been at the hospital for two years, she had hardly ever interacted with Fu Yisi. She stood at the doorway, timidly asking this question.


    Fu Yisi was silent for a moment before he spoke indifferently.


    ¡°Dextrose solution.¡±


    ¡°Dextrose¡­ Ah, okay.¡±


    The nurse hurried out of the ward.


    So Ms. Ji had fainted because Dr. Fu didn¡¯t take her out for a meal and she went hungry? For the first time, the food-loving nurse criticized Fu Yisi.


    To be so angry that he didn¡¯t even take his girlfriend out for a meal, Dr. Fu went too far!


    Fu Yisi had no idea what people outside were thinking. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the woman on the hospital bed. The frown on his face hadn¡¯t loosened since they arrived at the hospital entrance.


    This woman¡¯s stomach was far too fragile, getting like this just from missing a meal.


    The nurse was quick, and in just a few minutes, she was back in the ward. After seeing that she had finished setting up, Fu Yisi asked her to stay and watch over her, and then he left the ward.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t go far before he went to the porridge shop near the hospital that had not yet closed, picking up two orders. His gaze passed over the still brightly lit mall, and his steps towards the hospital abruptly changed direction.


    At a flagship store of a domestic well-known cellphone brand, two clerks who were lazily chatting stopped their chatter dead as they saw Fu Yisi enter.


    Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, they must be seeing things¡ªthere was actually a customer coming in at this time, and it was a very handsome man!


    The two clerks stood up simultaneously, flashing smiles more perfect than at any job interview.


    ¡°Sir, may I help you find something?¡±


    Having someone else beat her to it, the other clerk was not discouraged and discreetly sized up Fu Yisi from head to toe.


    The usual combination of a white shirt and dress pants, but worn on this man, it radiated an exceptional and aristocratic quality. Plus the poise in the man¡¯s every movement, she immediately classified him as a potential VIP.


    ¡°Hello, sir, this is our premium series. The new model here is quite good; please have a closer look.¡±


    Indeed, upon hearing this, Fu Yisi walked straight over.


    The clerk¡¯s heart leaped with joy, and immediately presented the phone, introducing it to Fu Yisi.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s requirements for phones weren¡¯t too high; he didn¡¯t know which type Ms. Ji would like, but considering her profession, he asked in a deep voice,


    ¡°What about the camera capabilities?¡±


    ¡°Sir, one of the highlights of this model is its photography skills. This phone is equipped with a movie camera lens, an ultra-wide-angle lens, and a TOF lens. Its photographic quality is absolutely top-tier among domestic phones.¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyebrows slightly raised, gesturing for the clerk to wrap it up.


    This transaction was unexpectedly quick.


    The two clerks smiled broadly; this was the first sale of this model in their store!


    Seeing the faint fatigue in Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes, the clerk very perceptively didn¡¯t push any other products.


    This was the first time Fu Yisi had bought something for a woman other than his mother.


    ¡­


    In the hospital ward, only a quarter of the glucose had been infused when Ms. Ji woke up.


    The nurse, who was silently battling in games on her phone, took notice of the movement on the bed and made a swift decision¡ªto turn off her phone.


    ¡°Ms. Ji, you¡¯re awake!¡±


    The joy in the words left Ji Sang somewhat bewildered.


    ¡°What¡¯s¡­ what happened to me?¡±


    The nurse said with a beaming smile,


    ¡°Ms. Ji, you fainted. It was Dr. Fu who carried you in. Now you¡¯ve been given some glucose. Do you feel any better?¡±


    Fainted?


    Ji Sang blinked her eyes and tried to remember.


    She was at the hospital entrance, in unbearable pain, consciousness fading. All she remembered before passing out was the scent of wood mixed with the smell of disinfectants, and¡­ a man¡¯s warm chest.


    So he didn¡¯t leave after all.


    Just¡­ Ji Sang looked up at the nurse, who was curiously staring at her, somewhat confused,


    ¡°What¡¯s¡­ what¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Subconsciously thinking there was something dirty on her face, she reached up to touch it, but felt nothing.


    ¡°Ms. Ji, how do you know Dr. Fu? Did you pursue Dr. Fu first, or was it Dr. Fu who pursued you first?¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Just as Fu Yisi reached the halfway point of pushing down the door handle outside the sickbed, he raised his eyebrows in intrigue, let go, and leaned against the wall, appearing completely nonchalant and not as if he was eavesdropping.


    He really wanted to hear how that ungrateful woman would answer.


    Faced with such a direct question, Ji Sang was a bit at a loss. She could have straightforwardly declined, just as she had rejected Zhang Quan, but the person in front of her was her colleague from Fu Yisi Hospital.


    She subconsciously didn¡¯t want to leave a bad impression in front of them.


    But what could she say? That she and Fu Yisi met through matchmaking? That there was absolutely no question of who pursued whom between her and Fu Yisi?


    Even if Ji Sang wasn¡¯t social, she wasn¡¯t foolish enough to discuss such private matters with someone she¡¯d just met.


    After hesitating for over ten seconds, Ji Sang vaguely replied,


    ¡°Just¡­ like that?¡±


    The uncertainty in her voice was clear even to Fu Yisi listening outside.


    However, the nurse mistakenly thought that it was Ms. Ji who pursued Dr. Fu, a bit too embarrassed to say it out loud.


    After all, it was hard for her to imagine someone as cold and indifferent as Dr. Fu actively pursuing anyone.


    Hearing this, Fu Yisi stood upright, pushed the door open, and came in.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s sleeve was rolled up, revealing his lean and well-defined arm. Having taken off his white coat from the daytime, he also shed the air of a cold gentleman, instead exuding an undeniable male charm that overwhelmed the senses.


    The nurse¡¯s face immediately turned red.


    ¡°Dr. Fu, you¡¯re back; I¡¯ll leave first.¡±


    She hurried out, as if afraid to disturb the pair¡¯s time together.


    The room instantly became quiet.


    Ji Sang was still a bit weak, and the dim light specially adjusted in the sickroom made it hard for her to clearly see the man¡¯s expression. The dim lighting cast onto him perfectly outlined his sharp and clean features.


    Especially his perfectly chiseled jawline, which at that moment was all the more fatally alluring in the shadowy seduction.


    Fu Yisi indifferently shifted his gaze from the weak woman on the bed and placed the item in his hand on a short cabinet beside him.


    His voice was cool and slightly raspy,


    ¡°Find a time to get a check-up.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s mind was foggy, and for the moment, she didn¡¯t grasp the meaning of his words.


    Fu Yisi uncommonly added,


    ¡°You should pay attention to the stomach pain.¡±


    Ji Sang understood now.


    ¡°It¡¯s useless.¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s hand at his side flicked abruptly,


    The woman sitting on the bed lowered her eyes slightly, her long lashes casting a shadow beneath her eyes, and vaguely, he saw her eyelids twitch a few times.


    She had a slight smile on her lips, but not a trace of amusement, her voice was filled with a sense of melancholy,


    ¡°I¡¯ve had a check-up. It¡¯s an old ailment from childhood, incurable.¡±


    These words, filled with a sense of sorrow for past experiences, inexplicably stirred unrest in Fu Yisi¡¯s heart.


    The man¡¯s lips pressed tightly as he raised the bed table and brought out the porridge he had bought.


    ¡°Eat first.¡±


    The scent that filled the air pulled Ji Sang back from her memories in an instant. She looked up blankly at Fu Yisi. His complexion wasn¡¯t especially good, still indifferent and nonchalant, but the fatigue in his eyes somewhat softened his aloofness.


    ¡°Are you¡­ not angry anymore?¡±


    Fu Yisi continued his actions without a pause, glancing indifferently at the woman on the bed, casually raising his eyebrow, a low chuckle squeezing from his throat,


    Yet the words he spoke carried no trace of humor,


    ¡°Why would I be angry.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Xiao Zhang¡¯s words suddenly echoed in her ears.


    Is it¡­ just about acting like a spoiled child?


    Caught between ruining her relationship with Fu Yisi and losing face, Ji Sang hesitated for a brief moment, and then resolutely chose the latter.


    Ji Sang moved her free right hand, cautiously pulling the corner of Fu Yisi¡¯s shirt, and gave it a slight tug,


    ¡°Not angry anymore.¡±


    After a pause, Ji Sang looked up at the standing man, her lips pursed slightly,


    ¡°Is that okay?¡±

 Chapter 29 - Chapter 29: Chapter 16: Carry on Well

    Chapter 29: Chapter 16: Carry on Well


    Fu Yisi¡¯s hand movement paused, his eyes lowered to glance at her. He didn¡¯t think Ji Sang was the type to have a sudden epiphany. Thinking of the scene he had witnessed at the hospital entrance, his gaze became cold and indifferent as he spoke, his voice revealing no hint of joy or anger.


    ¡°Are you very familiar with Zhang Ting?¡±


    For some reason, Ji Sang felt a chill run through her body under his gaze, imperceptibly shrinking her neck and increasing the distance between herself and Fu Yisi.


    ¡°Zhang Ting?¡±


    Perhaps because she had just recalled some unpleasant memories, Ji Sang¡¯s eyes were somewhat moist, and her puzzled expression tightened Fu Yisi¡¯s throat, causing him to swallow involuntarily.


    It seems they¡¯re not close; she doesn¡¯t even know his name.


    Fu Yisi raised his brows slightly, speaking indifferently,


    ¡°My assistant.¡±


    The sudden sense of oppression vanished, and Ji Sang, not understanding why Fu Yisi¡¯s mood had changed so quickly, suddenly realized,


    ¡°So his name is Zhang Ting.¡±


    But¡­ does this have anything to do with whether he is still angry or not?


    Ji Sang was unaware that Fu Yisi had been standing at the hospital entrance all this time, nor did she know he had seen her talking with Xiao Zhang, and naturally, she didn¡¯t realize that Fu Yisi¡¯s question stemmed from a man¡¯s instinctive possessiveness.


    It was just as Xiao Zhang had mentioned, Fu Yisi¡¯s possessiveness has always been strong.


    He couldn¡¯t claim to have any deep feelings for Ji Sang at the moment, but since she had taken his last name and become Mrs. Fu, Fu Yisi naturally counted her among the relatives with whom he was deeply connected.


    He attributed his recent emotions to the workings of possessiveness.


    Not to mention being late, she had come to the hospital for another man.


    For someone like Fu Yisi, who had always had things go his way, it was impossible not to feel a bit uncomfortable.


    However, the man looked at the delicate hand still clutching the hem of his shirt and raised his eyebrows slightly.


    Zhang Ting didn¡¯t seem stupid.


    He knew to take others¡¯ advice, to¡­ to act coquettishly. This ungrateful woman did not totally dismiss the idea of settling down.


    Where could Ji Sang know that during this short interval, the man had entertained such extensive thoughts? Her considerations were genuinely quite simple: if she fell out with Fu Yisi, given her inability to articulate well, life wouldn¡¯t be easy going forward.


    And there would be explanations owed to her parents.


    Because¡­ she was really not adept at lying.


    Moreover, there was nothing to criticize about Fu Yisi¡¯s looks or figure, especially that jawline she adored so much ¡ª the best she had ever seen, without a doubt. She was looking forward to the time when she could persuade him to become her model.


    With that thought, the discomfort in Ji Sang¡¯s heart dissipated quite a bit. She let go of the fingers that were pulling at Fu Yisi¡¯s shirt hem and prepared to devour the porridge in front of her.


    She truly was famished after nearly ten hours without food.


    Fu Yisi felt an involuntary twitch in his brow at the moment her fingers let go. Seeing the woman struggle with one hand, he went to the en suite bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly.


    Oh, right, the nurse had seen that it was Dr. Fu¡¯s patient and had immediately shown them to a VIP ward without thinking.


    When the man came back out, Ji Sang had already eaten nearly a third of the porridge in front of her.


    Tsk.


    Her table manners when it comes to eating were really not commendable.


    Fu Yisi abruptly turned on the room¡¯s overhead light, and the sudden bright light made Ji Sang squint in discomfort, pausing her eating.


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    While speaking, Ji Sang absentmindedly licked the corner of her lip, which under the illumination of the light, shimmered enticingly. This unconscious gesture was full of allure.


    Fu Yisi: ¡­


    The man coughed lightly and averted his gaze, gently taking Ji Sang¡¯s left hand which was hooked up to an IV.


    Feeling the coldness on her hand, Ji Sang reflexively shrank back but was firmly gripped by the man.


    ¡°Don¡¯t move.¡±


    His voice, somehow, had turned hoarse and deep, lacking its previous coldness. Ji Sang was still squinting slightly at this time, so she was extra sensitive to his voice.


    Abstinent yet enticing.


    These words, which should be opposites, she wanted to use to describe Fu Yisi¡¯s voice at this moment.


    The man moved quickly, and before Ji Sang could feel much of anything, she saw that the needle had already been removed as she opened her eyes.


    ¡°Do I not need the IV anymore?¡±


    Fu Yisi threw the pillow into the trash can and slightly lifted his chin.


    ¡°Drinking porridge is enough.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang remember that she had indeed fainted from hunger, and with a stiff expression, she touched her nose uncomfortably.


    Her gaze fell onto another bowl of porridge, and she focused intently,


    ¡°Have you not eaten yet?¡±


    After saying this, Ji Sang frowned in annoyance. How could she have forgotten? Xiao Zhang had said that Fu Yisi had been in surgery since the afternoon; where would he have had the time to eat?

 Chapter 30 - Chapter 30: Chapter 16: Carry on Well_2

    Chapter 30: Chapter 16: Carry on Well_2


    He deliberately went out to buy some porridge, but ended up starting to eat it himself without waiting for even a moment.


    Thinking of this, Ji Sang felt somewhat guilty and turned her eyes away, pushing the porridge in the direction of Fu Yisi.


    ¡°You should eat quickly, it¡¯s¡­ really tasty.¡±


    The man raised his eyebrow but didn¡¯t seem intent on teasing her. After a busy day, he was also tired.


    No sooner had he picked up the spoon than his phone began to ring.


    At this hour, Fu Yisi didn¡¯t need to guess to know who it was. Acting as if he hadn¡¯t heard it, he took his time sipping a few mouthfuls of porridge.


    The simple melody of the ringtone sounded repeatedly. Seeing that Fu Yisi had no intention of answering, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but remind him,


    ¡°Your phone is ringing.¡±


    It was somewhat shrill in the dead of night.


    Fu Yisi lifted his eyelids and gave her an indifferent glance, then put down his spoon and took out his phone to answer.


    ¡°Speak.¡±


    In that simple word, Ji Sang heard a hint of impatience.


    It seemed the person on the other end was a very familiar one.


    ¡°Brother, you actually stood me up! It¡¯s my first day back in the country, and you ditched me!¡±


    The caller was Ling Yuxuan. He was partying in a bar, with noisy background music blaring. Fu Yisi frowned and held the phone a bit away, and it was this action that let the sound from the phone leak out.


    The room was very quiet to begin with. Fu Yisi sat at the edge of the bed and Ji Sang easily overheard the voice from the phone.


    Her eyes widened slightly, as if incredulously. Fu Yisi also has¡­ bad friends?


    Fu Yisi caught the woman¡¯s reaction out of the corner of his eye. His hand, resting on the table, tapped a few times, signaling her to hurry up and finish the porridge.


    Afterward, the man, as if annoyed by the person on the phone, casually tugged at the collar of his shirt a few times.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t agree.¡±


    ¡°Why not agree? Why not come, brother, I¡¯ve even summoned Big Brother and Second Brother, you know how busy those two are! Could it be that woman didn¡¯t let you come? That woman is really venomous! She actually¡­¡±


    ¡°Ling Yuxuan.¡±


    The man¡¯s deep voice suddenly interrupted the person on the other end, the depths of his eyes emanating chill.


    ¡°Who taught you to speak like this?¡±


    ¡­


    There was a moment of silence on the other end before exploding with a shout,


    ¡°Brother, are you actually scolding me for that woman?! She is just a marriage partner Uncle Fu forced on you, whereas I¡¯ve been your brother ever since we were kids!¡±


    Ji Sang, who was engrossed in eating her porridge, looked up blankly.


    ¡°¡­?¡±


    The woman they were discussing on the phone was¡­ herself?


    Fu Yisi glanced at her, then continued to speak with a low voice,


    ¡°Getting bold after half a year abroad?¡±


    Certainly, Fu Yisi¡¯s words were influenced by Ji Sang¡¯s presence, but more than that, he wanted to teach Ling Yuxuan a lesson. That kid had been unrestrained abroad for half a year, and his character hadn¡¯t changed a bit.


    He got used to speaking without care around Fu Yisi, but if he went outside, his mouth could easily cause trouble at any time.


    Ling Yuxuan was silent for a long while, and the background music behind him lowered, probably because he found a quieter spot.


    ¡°Brother, then why didn¡¯t you come?¡±


    His voice dropped.


    After half a year abroad without permission to return home, Ling Yuxuan was actually quite stifled, and Fu Yisi understood.


    ¡°The hospital was busy, and your sister-in-law wasn¡¯t feeling too well.¡±


    Sister-in-law?


    Drinking her porridge, Ji Sang was successfully choked by these two words, tears of reflex instantly moistening her eyes, even the corners carried a faint blush.


    She looked up, eyeing the man by the bed, and upon discovering a hint of teasing in his eyes, her lips pursed slightly.


    This man, when playfully reticent, was simply boundless.


    Ling Yuxuan equally became unsettled upon hearing those two words, and protested,


    ¡°So it really is because of that woman?!¡±


    The man¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, the chill seeming to travel from this side through the phone to the other end.


    ¡°Say that again?¡±


    Ling Yuxuan:¡­


    Reluctantly.


    ¡°Sister-in-law.¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s brows relaxed, and noticing the woman on the bed prick up her ears to the conversation, his eyes gleamed with more interest.


    ¡°She¡¯s right beside me, say hello.¡±


    Ji Sang: ???!!!


    Ling Yuxuan:¡­.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t say much more, and simply handed her the phone.


    Ji Sang swallowed hard, inquiring silently.


    The man¡¯s lips curled slightly, introducing in a nonchalant tone,


    ¡°Ling Yuxuan, the young master of the Ling Family.¡±


    Of course, Ji Sang knew the person on the other end of the phone was Ling Yuxuan, whom he had mentioned twice just now. Moreover, even as the adopted daughter of the Ji Family, she had some understanding of the wealthy clans in S City.


    Ling Yuxuan, she had heard of the title little devil.


    But¡­


    Why should she speak to him?


    Yet the man continued to extend his hand, with no intention of retracting it.


    As Ji Sang was hesitating, Ling Yuxuan was also unhappy, wondering why he had to address an unknown woman as his sister-in-law.


    The perpetrator of all this, Fu Yisi, simply shoved the phone into Ji Sang¡¯s hand and went back to savoring his porridge.


    Ji Sang:¡­


    After all, to leave someone hanging on the phone was also quite impolite, and considering Ling Yuxuan¡¯s temper, she was genuinely afraid he might say something that would be passed on to her parents.


    She cleared her throat with a couple of coughs,


    ¡°Hello?¡±


    It wasn¡¯t the ingratiating speech Ling Yuxuan expected, and he was momentarily taken aback. Since he had already thought badly of Ji Sang, his tone was not very friendly.


    ¡°Sister-in-law, why don¡¯t you let my brother come out and have fun?¡±


    Ji Sang had nothing to say.


    Whether or not Fu Yisi wanted to go out was not her business to control.


    Draw the line, Fu Yisi didn¡¯t really intend to use the call to make the two become acquainted, so he took the phone back from her.


    ¡°Let¡¯s meet up another day. Bye.¡±


    After finishing, he cut off the call.


    Ji Sang breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping.


    ¡°What are you doing?¡±


    Her voice unknowingly contained a trace of complaint, but was still soft, really quite like that of a grumbling wife.


    Fu Yisi pondered this, simply explaining briefly,


    ¡°He just came back, wanted to hang out, I was thinking about bringing you¡­¡±


    He paused there and didn¡¯t continue.


    But Ji Sang understood.


    He wanted to introduce her to his brothers.


    At that moment, Ji Sang suddenly realized something.


    Fu Yisi really had wanted to pick her up from work in the morning and sincerely wanted to protect this marriage, to try and have a good life with her.

 Chapter 31 - Chapter 31: Chapter 17 Is Fu Yisi Suitable?

    Chapter 31: Chapter 17 Is Fu Yisi Suitable?


    Their relationship began in haste; Fu Yisi proposed marriage at their first meeting, and she agreed to get the certificate without much consideration, one could say this marriage was not taken seriously from the start.


    Not to mention she went abroad for half a year right after getting the certificate.


    But these past few days, she discovered that it wasn¡¯t impossible for her and Fu Yisi to get along well. Moreover, compared to dating before marriage, she seemed to prefer this method.


    At least with the assurance of marriage, she could slowly learn how to live closely with another person.


    Ji Sang tilted her head, looking at the man who had finished eating, and slowly said,


    ¡°So¡­ when?¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s brows moved slightly.


    ¡°Let¡¯s find another time.¡±


    There was no need for more IV fluids, the porridge was finished too, it was time to go back.


    The warmth of the porridge filled her, bringing Ji Sang back to full health. She reached out to help clean up, and Fu Yisi, seeing her cheeks regain their rosy color, did not stop her.


    His gaze briefly passed over the bag beside them, and the man raised his eyebrows and took it.


    Ji Sang had noticed this bag as soon as Fu Yisi had entered, its logo was conspicuous, exactly the brand she used before.


    This immediately reminded her of the phone that was smashed at noon, which she bought with her first scholarship in university, costing her a lot of money. She had used it for so many years and had been reluctant to replace it.


    She heard that a new model had recently been released, but didn¡¯t know what it looked like.


    Thinking of this, Ji Sang occasionally glanced over at the object in the man¡¯s hands.


    The phone was a high-end shiny black, making the man¡¯s slender fingers appear even whiter. He quickly navigated through the screen, then spun it in his palm and handed it over.


    Ji Sang: ???


    ¡°Isn¡¯t it broken?¡±


    The man¡¯s voice was lazy with the ease of a relaxed moment, taking it for granted,


    ¡°This is¡­ for me?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s clear eyes shone brighter at this moment due to the surprise and joy within them. She could never have expected that the issue which troubled her all day was easily resolved by Fu Yisi.


    She hesitantly took it, still seemingly in disbelief. Apart from her parents, Su Ge, and¡­ Fu Yisi¡¯s parents, no one has ever been so thoughtful and considerate in gifting her something she desired.


    ¡°Really, is this for me?¡±


    The man glanced at her and remained silent.


    Ji Sang more or less understood some of Fu Yisi¡¯s reactions by now. If there was a teasing glint in his eyes, it meant he was in a good mood; his current silence did not mean he was downhearted.


    He was just used to being expressionless, or so Ji Sang thought.


    A mobile phone was not a particularly valuable gift for them, but its sentiment was something Ji Sang cherished dearly. She glanced at the man cautiously before extracting her SIM card from the smashed phone and inserting it into the new one.


    Ji Sang subconsciously opened the contacts list, memorizing Fu Yisi¡¯s number in her heart.


    Noticing the woman¡¯s action, Fu Yisi¡¯s graceful eyebrows moved slightly.


    Ji Sang glanced over at Fu Yisi a few times, inadvertently, and quickly lowered her head upon catching his gaze, then contentedly stored away the phone.


    After a while, Ji Sang could barely conceal the smile on her lips, following behind Fu Yisi.


    On the way back, the car was quiet, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.


    After what Ji Sang would call a ¡°thrilling¡± act of apologizing and asking for forgiveness today, Fu Yisi had in her subconscious become a much closer person.


    Her nerves relaxed, Ji Sang for the first time casually played with her phone in Fu Yisi¡¯s car.


    Ji Sang sent a barrage of messages to Su Ge, telling her about everything that happened today, with the majority of the text focusing on the phone Fu Yisi bought her. She dared not show too much excitement in front of Fu Yisi, so she vented her full emotions through WeChat instead.


    She didn¡¯t expect Su Ge to reply at this time, but to her surprise, she got a response just after sending the message.


    Ji Sang raised her eyebrows slightly.


    Ji Sang: Sister, isn¡¯t it two in the morning over there? Just finished work?


    Su Ge: ¡­No, [Han City] came by.


    Ji Sang: ??? Doesn¡¯t he always make sure you sleep early?


    Su Ge: You know ????


    Ji Sang: ??? Don¡¯t understand


    Su Ge: ¡­ Absence makes the heart grow fonder, ended up going at it until now, what, Ah Shang, you¡¯ve been married for half a year and still don¡¯t understand? Fu Yisi hasn¡¯t laid a finger on you.

 Chapter 32 - Chapter 32: Chapter 17 Is Fu Yisi Suitable?_2

    Chapter 32: Chapter 17 Is Fu Yisi Suitable?_2


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Her face¡¯s temperature kept rising; Sister always chatted with no holds barred! Although she and Fu Yisi had been married for half a year, the time they actually spent together was only these past few days since she¡¯d returned to the country!


    Su Ge: Feeling shy? Looks like your Dr. Fu hasn¡¯t laid a finger on you, having time to message me at this hour. Tsk, with a pure-hearted little sprite like Ah Shang, just those eyes of hers looking at me are unbearable, yet Fu Yisi can keep his hands off you? Could it be he¡¯s incapable?


    ¡°¡­.¡±


    Ji Sang suddenly slammed her phone down on her lap; she didn¡¯t want to chat with Sister anymore, there was no seriousness in it.


    But peace of mind was, after all, disturbed. Ji Sang could acutely feel her face growing hotter, ceaselessly fanning herself with her hand, trying to cool down her face and suppress the inexplicable restlessness at the bottom of her heart.


    Fu Yisi noticed the movements of the person next to him, glancing her way.


    ¡°Hot?¡±


    Ji Sang paused her movements, not daring to turn her head to let him see her current state.


    ¡°¡­No.¡±


    Upon hearing her response, Fu Yisi glanced at her again. The car¡¯s interior light was dim; the man didn¡¯t notice the unusual redness on Ji Sang¡¯s face. He moved his fingers and lowered his side of the window a bit more.


    However, on Ji Sang¡¯s side, there was still only a small crack open at the top.


    After returning home, Ji Sang went straight upstairs to the bedroom without saying a word, grabbing her pajamas as she rushed into the bathroom.


    As a photographer, and even an internationally acclaimed one, what people admired most about Ji Sang was her keen observation, always more meticulous than others, able to see what the public could not. Another point was her imagination.


    Her winning work at the Hasselblad International Photography Competition was due to her boundless imagination.


    However, sometimes having too much imagination wasn¡¯t a good thing.


    For instance, on the way back home just now, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but think about Su Ge¡¯s words.


    Could it be that Fu Yisi is really incapable?


    She had only shared a bed with Fu Yisi for two days; she had no clue if he was capable or not.


    Ji Sang tried to recall the past two nights. Besides this morning when she woke up in Fu Yisi¡¯s arms, the two had not touched at all.


    Moreover, she wore the relatively cooler nightgown he had intentionally chosen for her yesterday, but he didn¡¯t seem to give her any extra glances.


    Could it really be that he¡¯s incapable?


    Ji Sang leaned in the bathtub, her mind hazily pondering.


    Suddenly, the sound of a door opening came from outside, and Ji Sang snapped back from her thoughts, pulling back her disturbingly unsettled soul.


    What was she even thinking???!!!


    Why was she wondering whether Fu Yisi was capable???!!!


    Shame quickly overwhelmed Ji Sang¡¯s mind, her heart beating chaotically from the wild thoughts she had, her throat going dry. Desperate to escape this restless and flustered state, she didn¡¯t hesitate to turn on the cold water tap.


    The cold water of late spring was clear and bone-chilling. Ji Sang shivered all over, almost instantly brought back to her senses.


    How could she be so foolish! Taking a cold shower on these kinds of days due to such messy thoughts.


    Ji Sang got up straight out of the bathtub. She had issues with menstrual pain, and although not severe, it was quite distressing on the first day. Checking her calendar, it was nearly time, and she dared not act recklessly.


    When she came out, Fu Yisi was not in the room. Ji Sang breathed a sigh of relief, took care of her skin, and then lay down on the bed. That¡¯s when she noticed her phone on the nightstand kept vibrating.


    Ji Sang reached out to grab it, unsurprisingly bombarded with Su Ge¡¯s messages. Ji Sang raised her eyebrows slightly and went straight to the top of the unread messages.


    ¡°Ah Shang, want to give it a try?¡±


    ¡°Weren¡¯t you saying he picked out the lingerie I gave you this morning? Change into it, put on a sexy nightgown, and seduce him to find out if he¡¯s capable or not.¡±


    ¡°Ah Shang, why aren¡¯t you replying? Did you really go and try?¡±


    ¡°Wow wow wow, Ah Shang, it¡¯s been almost forty minutes, haven¡¯t you finished yet? Is your Dr. Fu that powerful?¡±


    ¡°Though, this is your first time. Although it¡¯s quite fascinating, you have to take it slow, or you won¡¯t be able to get out of bed tomorrow, really!¡±


    ¡°Ah Shang?¡±


    ¡°Ah Shang, if you see this message, reply to me.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    She was wrong; the one with the imagination was not her, it was Sister for sure.


    Ji Sang: Stop imagining things, I just took a bath.


    Su Ge: !!! A bath after the battle?


    Ji Sang: ¡­There was no battle. Su Ge, stop with those dirty thoughts in your brain.


    Su Ge: Cut it, so boring, Ah Shang, are you really not going to try? The doctor looks very abstinent, the feeling must be different.


    Ji Sang: I screenshotted this and sent it to Han City.


    Su Ge: ¡­Don¡¯t! Good Ah Shang, I¡¯ll stop talking, don¡¯t send it, he¡¯ll kill me.


    Ji Sang was just saying that; she didn¡¯t even have Han City¡¯s WeChat, so she certainly couldn¡¯t send a picture message to him, could she?


    Fu Yisi entered at that moment, wearing only a bathrobe, obviously just having come from a shower in the second bedroom. Feeling guilty, Ji Sang hastily turned off her phone and set it aside upon his entry.


    It was already past ten o¡¯clock, and Fu Yisi, tired from the day¡¯s surgery, noticed Ji Sang¡¯s unusual behavior and his eyes sparked with interest.


    The woman had been acting a bit off since the ride home.


    His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling upon the phone on the nightstand. It seemed that she was fiddling with the phone in the car and then started acting strange.


    Fu Yisi went to the bed, lifted the covers, and sat down, picking up a medical magazine with apparent nonchalance.


    ¡°Let me borrow your phone for a second.¡±


    Ji Sang immediately sat up straight.


    ¡°For what?¡±


    Her voice was tense, her eyes full of wariness.


    It wasn¡¯t her fault; Fu Yisi had too keen of an eye and was too wise for his own good. She feared he would pick up on the trickery.


    If he found out she and Sister were discussing whether he was capable or not on WeChat¡­


    Ji Sang¡¯s hair stood on end; absolutely no way could Fu Yisi find out!

 Chapter 33 - Chapter 33: Chapter 18 Fu Yisi is a kind person

    Chapter 33: Chapter 18 Fu Yisi is a kind person


    Fu Yisi¡¯s fingers, distinct at the joints, lightly tapped on the magazine twice, eliciting an expected answer as the corners of his mouth slightly curled. Thereafter¡­


    The man turned his head, his mouth¡¯s curvature already flattened, his eyes regaining their usual calm and indifference, and he raised an eyebrow.


    ¡°What?¡±


    There was no fluctuation in his tone, but Ji Sang could hear a hint of displeasure.


    After all, he had specifically bought himself a phone, and now he just wanted to borrow it for a moment, yet she reacted this way. It wouldn¡¯t feel good in her heart either.


    Ji Sang pursed her lips, exited WeChat, and carefully handed over the phone.


    ¡°Here.¡±


    The man silently took note of her actions, his gaze falling on her pale, delicate fingers in front of him.


    Ji Sang¡¯s fingers were also very beautiful, slender and long, with round tips and clean, especially conspicuous and delicate against the backdrop of the large-screen phone.


    Fu Yisi turned his head away, not taking it.


    He was just teasing her, he really wasn¡¯t uncouth enough to intrude on someone¡¯s privacy.


    But such a reaction in Ji Sang¡¯s eyes was a sign of anger.


    Could she really be angry about this?


    A flicker of surprise crossed Ji Sang¡¯s eyes; she always felt that Fu Yisi¡¯s persona wasn¡¯t supposed to be so narrow-minded, and she hadn¡¯t managed to retract her hand in that moment.


    The man lifted his head from the magazine once again, looking at her indifferently, eyebrows raised.


    ¡°Did you do something guilty again?¡±


    Ji Sang:¡­..


    If she still didn¡¯t understand that Fu Yisi was teasing her at this moment, then she really was a fool. Angrily retracting her hand, what did he mean by ¡°again¡±? It was Sister who had started this topic, not her going off on a rant. She hadn¡¯t done anything guilty.


    Except¡­ this morning, she couldn¡¯t resist the urge to touch his jawline.


    But he was already awake and had stopped her before she could act.


    Could it be¡­ Ji Sang nervously glanced at Fu Yisi a few times. Was he awake during the midnight incident too? Ji Sang frowned, perplexed. If she had to explain why she acted that way at midnight, she couldn¡¯t articulate it clearly.


    She could only blame the seductive night.


    But, based on Fu Yisi¡¯s character, if he had really been awake at that time, he would have spoken up.


    After pondering for a while, Ji Sang still couldn¡¯t figure it out and decided to let it go.


    Just assume Fu Yisi didn¡¯t know.


    Ji Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, even if Su Ge kept sending messages, she didn¡¯t reply anymore and also turned off notifications and vibration settings.


    She needed to eliminate all ways for Fu Yisi to find out, and tomorrow, she would delete the chat history from just now.


    After a whole day of meetings, Ji Sang was a bit overwhelmed; the porridge she could call a late-night snack had already been digested, and a strong sense of exhaustion instantly swept through every cell of her body. Lazily yawning, Ji Sang moved slightly towards the bed and lay down.


    Fu Yisi glanced at her, and turned off the lights in the room, only leaving a wall lamp on his side.


    His gaze returned to the magazine, but suddenly, he couldn¡¯t focus.


    The woman next door soon fell asleep, her breathing increasingly steady, the faint scent of her body wafting over. Fu Yisi frowned, trying to refocus on the magazine, but the vision of the woman unconsciously sticking out her tongue and licking her lips in the hospital suddenly appeared.


    Snap!


    Fu Yisi abruptly closed the magazine, placing it aside carelessly, pinched the space between his eyebrows, and his breathing became slightly heavier.


    After a long moment, just as Fu Yisi managed to calm his somewhat disordered heart, a leg suddenly draped over his midsection.


    Fu Yisi:¡­


    Looking down at Ji Sang who had turned over unknowingly, he could see the lazy relaxation in her eyes under the dim light.


    However¡­


    Fu Yisi sighed, turned off the bedside wall lamp, and methodically pulled down the woman¡¯s leg, then used his own legs to pin her down, gathering her waist into his arms.


    His wife didn¡¯t sleep soundly, so he had to do this.


    ¡­


    The next day, when Ji Sang woke up, it was already bright outside, and there was no warmth beside the bed. Heart racing, she quickly reached for the phone on the bedside table.


    Seven o¡¯clock, fortunately.


    She had almost forgotten; she hadn¡¯t set the alarm on her new phone yet.


    But now, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t bother with that, quickly washed up, dressed, and went downstairs, and after seeing the figure in the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief.


    Fu Yisi hadn¡¯t left yet.

 Chapter 34 - Chapter 34: Chapter 18 Fu Yisi is a Kind Person_2

    Chapter 34: Chapter 18 Fu Yisi is a Kind Person_2


    Otherwise, she didn¡¯t even know how she would make it to work.


    Fu Yisi prepared a simple, healthy, and convenient Western-style breakfast, just as always. Ji Sang, who didn¡¯t like eating greasy foods in the morning, found a special tacit agreement with him on breakfast choices.


    The man, due to his obsession with cleanliness, wore gloves while cooking breakfast. A streak of morning sunlight fell upon his hair through the window, casting a golden-brown light. From her angle, she could perfectly see the shadow his long eyelashes cast over his eyes.


    Ji Sang felt a slight stir in her heart and, taking advantage of the man¡¯s lowered head, pulled out her phone.


    With almost no photography skills, the picture she captured with her camera phone was still beautiful.


    The tall man, wearing a grey apron, was frying ham in a leisurely manner.


    Just as Ji Sang pressed the capture button, a sudden ringtone sounded. Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively looking up, she saw the man in the kitchen turning to look over upon hearing the noise.


    Her eyebrows raised slightly, and Ji Sang could almost guess the teasing words he was about to say; hurriedly, she lowered her hand and even bowed her head.


    But that intrusive ringtone didn¡¯t stop, annoying Ji Sang to no end.


    It was the damned ringtone¡ªif it weren¡¯t for that, she could have taken many more photos.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s deep eyes held a light smile as he carried the breakfast out of the kitchen, took a seat, and then, unhurriedly, tapped the table.


    ¡°Turn off the alarm clock.¡±


    Ji Sang suddenly looked up, and after meeting the man¡¯s amused gaze, she lowered her head to look at her phone.


    The ringing was her own alarm clock? When had she set an alarm?


    Ji Sang glanced at Fu Yisi doubtfully, then opened the interface, and that¡¯s when she noticed the three alarms set for:


    7:15


    12:15


    18:15


    Ji Sang¡¯s movements abruptly stilled and she looked up at Fu Yisi again, surprise now evident in her eyes.


    ¡°Did you set these up?¡±


    She remembered that last night, Fu Yisi did fiddle with her phone before handing it over to her.


    The man slightly curved his lip, a meaningful glance at her.


    ¡°If you faint again, those nurses at the hospital won¡¯t let me off the hook.¡±


    The hospital was always bustling; even though he hadn¡¯t deliberately paid attention, there would always be some chatter that reached him.


    At that thought, Fu Yisi¡¯s eyebrows rose slightly. He was somewhat surprised, it seemed that Ji Sang had easily won the support of those nurses.


    It looked like he, who had done nothing wrong, was seen as a villain in the nurses¡¯ eyes.


    ¡°¡­.¡±


    Ji Sang remained silent for a moment.


    This man really never missed an opportunity to mock himself.


    Yet even so, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t suppress the smile tugging at her lips.


    A man who set three alarms just so she would eat on time, Ji Sang, no matter how obtuse, could feel Fu Yisi¡¯s care and meticulousness.


    In this marriage, he was seriously fulfilling his duties as a husband.


    What did she do to deserve such treatment, when the man she had an arranged marriage with was him?


    With that thought, Ji Sang ate the breakfast prepared by Fu Yisi with exceptional focus, occasionally stealing glances at him.


    Fu Yisi ate faster than Ji Sang, and after finishing, he casually picked up a medical magazine from the small bookshelf behind him, which was also one of his habits.


    But what he didn¡¯t expect was that Ji Sang would look up at him after every bite. Fu Yisi¡¯s hand stopped turning the pages, somewhat lazily looking back at the woman whose gaze never left him.


    His long fingers tapped a few times on the table.


    ¡°You have three minutes left.¡±


    ¡°¡­..¡±


    Ji Sang suddenly snapped back to reality, biting her lip in annoyance and almost vengefully biting into the toast in her hand, annoyed at herself for constantly staring at Fu Yisi.


    When he said three minutes, he really meant three minutes.


    Just as Ji Sang wiped her mouth, the man was already standing at the door.


    ¡°Leave the utensils be; the maid will come.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang stop tidying up.


    ¡­


    On the road, the hospital called, urgently needing Fu Yisi¡¯s attendance due to a patient having a sudden emergency.


    The situation was critical, and there was no time to waste even for changing seats, so Ji Sang helped by holding his phone, the sound amplified, allowing her to clearly hear the panicked voice from the hospital end.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s expression didn¡¯t change much, only his slightly furrowed brows let her sense his seriousness.


    This was the first time Ji Sang observed Fu Yisi¡¯s work demeanor up close.


    The car sped faster; the man¡¯s voice was still cold, straightforward as he relayed step by step surgical details, his causal tone oddly calming Ji Sang¡¯s own nervousness instantaneously.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s voice was like magic, instantly calming people down, making them trust him completely.


    His patients must feel very reassured, Ji Sang thought.


    The nearly half-hour journey was reduced by ten minutes thanks to Fu Yisi¡¯s urgency.


    When the car stopped outside the hospital, he didn¡¯t forget to remind Ji Sang,


    ¡°Be careful on the road.¡±


    He handed her the keys before running inside.


    Ji Sang froze for a moment in response, then quickly took out her phone and captured the scene, not relaxing until Fu Yisi¡¯s figure was out of sight.


    The phone was of good quality, even at Fu Yisi¡¯s speed the photo wasn¡¯t blurred by motion.


    Ji Sang flipped through the photo she had just snapped, feeling a warm current sweep through her heart. She was right, Fu Yisi was a kind person.


    A kind, diligent doctor.


    At that realization, Ji Sang¡¯s beautiful eyes suddenly darkened.


    Doctors, a group who devotedly fight to save others¡¯ lives¡ªhow could there be ignorant people who slander and even harm them? The several recent hospital violence incidents had yet to be fully resolved, and the doctor who was injured by a patient¡¯s relative was still lying in a hospital bed.


    In this world, there are always those who impose their vile, narrow-minded, and dark thoughts on innocent or even beneficent individuals.


    The story of the Farmer and the Snake was often repeated.

 Chapter 35 - Chapter 35: Chapter 19 Sister, Xiao Feng Dont Cry

    Chapter 35: Chapter 19 Sister, Xiao Feng Don¡¯t Cry


    Ji Sang¡¯s mind stirred, and she made a call to Lu Ming.


    Since she was willing to give a voice to those causing trouble in hospitals, she had to go to the scene to thoroughly survey the situation. It was said that the troubling patient¡¯s family member at the Third Hospital had still not given up, and come rain or shine, would bring a banner to the entrance of the Third Hospital every day.


    Having received Lu Ming¡¯s permission, Ji Sang didn¡¯t stay a moment longer and headed straight for the Third Hospital.


    Having not driven in over half a year, Ji Sang was somewhat unaccustomed to it, let alone in a Range Rover that isn¡¯t typically comfortable for women to drive.


    The Third Hospital and the City First Hospital were located, one to the south and the other to the east, and caught in the peak of rush hour, it took Ji Sang a full hour and a half to reach her destination.


    As expected, as soon as she got out of the car, she saw the conspicuous red banner.


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t approach it but instead stood at the side of the road and watched from a distance.


    People coming and going from the hospital seemed to have grown used to the banner¡¯s presence, and they brushed off the obstinate troublemaker who refused to compromise and leave, with an attitude of indifference.


    No one dared to step forward; even if they were innocent, even if they had a warm, pure, and kind heart, in the end, it would only bring trouble upon themselves.


    People could never awaken those who conscientiously numb themselves after being beaten down by reality because they are powerless and can only retaliate against society with their unreasonableness.


    This was the lesson Ji Sang had been forced to understand from a young age.


    Her eyes slightly lowered, she walked in.


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t bring any equipment with her, the only thing she could use was the phone Fu Yisi had bought for her the night before. But without permission, places like hospitals wouldn¡¯t allow her to take photographs at all.


    Ahead was the nurses¡¯ station, but Ji Sang always found it hard to take that step. She knew that even without a permit, if she just mentioned Lu Ming¡¯s name or made a call, she could take photos openly and without issue.


    But, she couldn¡¯t take that step.


    Her lips pursed slightly, and Ji Sang suddenly understood why Lu Ming wanted Song Xiu to be her assistant.


    Situations like this were indeed not her strong suit.


    ¡°Sister Ji!¡±


    A familiar call came from behind her, and Ji Sang turned around abruptly, somewhat surprised to see Song Xiu running towards her.


    ¡°Why are you here?¡±


    Panting, with his hair somewhat disheveled and covering his eyes and brows,


    ¡°Sister Ji, I brought this for you.¡±


    In his hand was exactly what she needed most at the moment.


    ¡°The deputy director said there would likely be a lot you¡¯d want to capture here, so he told me to bring it over immediately.¡±


    Ji Sang took it, and the two went straight to the nurses¡¯ station at the front. Still, it was Song Xiu who took care of the negotiation.


    ¡°Sister Ji, last night you¡­ are you alright?¡±


    The hospital was noisy with many people, and Song Xiu deliberately lowered his body to ask softly.


    Ji Sang shifted subtly to the side without showing any emotion.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s good. Your complexion scared me. We should still make sure to eat on time in the future.¡±


    Song Xiu didn¡¯t miss Ji Sang¡¯s small movement, the disappointment in his eyes fleeting before a smile lifted his features and his flirtatious peach blossom eyes instantly held a seductive gleam, eliciting soft gasps from nearby nurses.


    Ji Sang did not notice, instead reminded of the three alarms Fu Yisi had set for her because of Song Xiu¡¯s words. The corners of her lips slightly lifted, and her clear, beautiful almond eyes shimmered with light.


    Despite being pure, she carried an unwitting seductiveness. With a touch of innocence came a touch of bewitchment.


    Su Ge wasn¡¯t wrong; Ji Sang was indeed a pure-hearted enchantress. When pure and innocent, she made people lower their guard without hesitation, but with just a hint of charm in the corner of her eyes, even the slightest bit was enough to be fatally enticing.


    This was precisely the scene Song Xiu turned to see; Ji Sang¡¯s eyes twinkled as if she thought of something delightful.


    His Adam¡¯s apple bobbed as he coughed slightly, and Song Xiu looked away, afraid he¡¯d overstep someday and lose even the possibility of staying by Ji Sang¡¯s side as her assistant.


    With a permit, and Song Xiu¡¯s appearance to boot, they didn¡¯t take much time to learn about the medical disturbance incident.


    Mother and son had depended on each other for over twenty years; the mother working hard herself to support the family, with the idea that her son, having gone to university, would one day make something of himself. Yet, after waiting painstakingly for four years, her son suffered from a failed relationship, became demoralized, his life a complete mess, not looking for work, and spending his days playing games at home, wasting time.


    When he fell ill, the son was still playing games, and it took two whole hours before he was brought in. Though he was saved, it left him with only a few months left to live.


    The son suddenly came to his senses, and would come to the hospital every day to accompany his mother. But fate can¡¯t be defied; during the second surgery, the mother passed away.

 Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: Chapter 19 Sister, Xiao Feng Dont Cry_2

    Chapter 36: Chapter 19 Sister, Xiao Feng Don¡¯t Cry_2


    ¡°`


    That day, his son cried inconsolably, saying all the words of regret he could, never anticipating that a few days later, an uproar would erupt at the hospital.


    They said the hospital was responsible for the death of his mother.


    At first, everyone thought he couldn¡¯t accept the truth and treated him with sympathy and compassion until someone overheard the phone call the son made.


    He actually wanted to use the compensation demanded from the hospital to win back his ex-girlfriend who had dumped him.


    Song Xiu was silent for a long time after hearing this.


    ¡°He is also a pitiable person.¡±


    So lowly submerged in love, and just as lowly giving up on his own life.


    But Ji Sang just coldly curved the corners of her mouth; she was used to the world¡¯s cold darkness, yet she couldn¡¯t help feeling outraged upon hearing such a story.


    ¡°Pitiful? Indeed pitiable, but such a person is also the most despicable.¡±


    Like a leech eroding his own mother, so incompetent as to focus his resentments on his deceased mother.


    Ji Sang¡¯s lips tightened straight, her good mood from the morning instantly collapsing, her complexion also darkened, causing Song Xiu to subconsciously lighten his footsteps beside her.


    ¡°Sister Ji, what should we shoot?¡±


    Logically, if it was for the collection of video material for the continuation of the promotional film, they should be gathering statements from the Third Hospital¡¯s medical staff.


    But he arrived in haste and didn¡¯t bring a video camera. And¡­ it seemed Sister Ji didn¡¯t want to shoot.


    So, did they really come to Third Hospital just to understand what happened?


    All this, the station¡¯s reporters already had covered.


    Ji Sang raised her eyes and asked him:


    ¡°As the public, what do you most want to see among these few hospital disturbances?¡±


    The Third Hospital issued a statement, but the fervor of the incident had not subsided, and the public¡¯s opinion was polarized, debating each other¡¯s responsibility and asking whose fault it was.


    Song Xiu scratched his head, not answering.


    He didn¡¯t know how to answer, as in his life, hospital disturbances would never happen. His family would only seek the most authoritative and trusted doctors domestically and even globally.


    Ji Sang was silent for a moment, suppressing the confusion in her eyes and sighed,


    ¡°Let¡¯s go¡­¡±


    ¡°Be careful!¡±


    Song Xiu quickly pulled Ji Sang aside as a little boy running over bumped into his leg, stopping abruptly.


    Thump ¡ª the little boy sat down on the ground, with a helpless look in his eyes as he gazed at the two people in front of him.


    Ji Sang was startled, wresting her arm free and quickly crouched down to help the little boy up.


    ¡°Little friend, are you okay?¡±


    The little boy didn¡¯t cry. With Ji Sang¡¯s help, he stood up and patted down his pants.


    ¡°Xiao Zhi is strong, Xiao Zhi is brave, Xiao Zhi won¡¯t cry.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s hand movement paused, the light and shadows in her eyes flickering, and those remote, blurry memories interlaced chaotically in her mind, a muddled and complex mess.


    ¡°Sister, Xiao Feng is well-behaved, I didn¡¯t go and fight with them for food.¡±


    ¡°Sister, I¡¯m not hungry, Xiao Feng won¡¯t cry.¡±


    ¡°Sister, I secretly saved a bun, let¡¯s share it.¡±


    ¡°Sister, my head hurts so much, and my stomach too, did the reporter aunty forget about us?¡±


    ¡°Sister¡­¡±


    ¡­..


    Ji Sang watched the little boy in front of her quietly, as if trying to recall the image of Xiao Feng from her memories, unknowingly her eyes reddened.


    That memory was something she never wanted to touch.


    Unwilling to think, unable to think, refusing to think, yet always, in some moments, the heavens seemed to pull her into those vague, chaotic, unbearable memories.


    She couldn¡¯t think clearly about anything, yet the sorrow was so vivid and profound.


    The little boy looked bewildered and asked cautiously,


    ¡°Sister, did I hurt you? Please don¡¯t cry, sister.¡±


    Song Xiu suddenly bowed his head, his eyes filled with alarm as he saw the startling tears on Ji Sang¡¯s face, he quickly bent down, and moved the little boy to the side.


    ¡°Sister Ji, what¡¯s wrong with you?¡±


    Song Xiu tried to help her up.


    ¡°`


    ¡°Sister Ji, did you get hit?¡±


    Ji Sang turned her head, looking at the flustered Song Xiu in front of her, and asked dazedly,


    ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    She seemed to awaken from a trance, with the sorrow in her eyes not yet fully dissipated.


    Song Xiu opened his mouth, his throat moving up and down a few times, suddenly finding himself unable to speak. He just raised his hand and pointed at her face.


    Ji Sang¡¯s lips parted slightly, and she mechanically lifted her hand to wipe her face.


    Her hand came back wet.


    Suddenly coming to her senses, she hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face and said woodenly,


    ¡°Why am I crying?¡±


    Then she cracked a faint smile.


    How could she cry when she couldn¡¯t even remember what happened?


    Seeing her like this, Song Xiu felt a wave of panic inside. It took great effort to stabilize his emotions before he helped her to stand up. The air seemed to fall silent for a moment. Song Xiu took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Ji Sang.


    ¡°There¡¯s a restroom if you turn left ahead.¡±


    Ji Sang took it, lowered her eyes to suppress the emotion within, and entered the restroom without a word.


    Song Xiu stood still, watching her disappearing figure, deep in thought.


    The little boy tugged at Song Xiu¡¯s clothes,


    ¡°Big brother, did I hurt sister when I bumped into her?¡±


    Song Xiu was taken aback, then crouched down, softly ruffled the boy¡¯s hair, and said gently,


    ¡°No.¡±


    ¡°Then why is sister crying?¡±


    The worry in the little boy¡¯s eyes was careful, as if he feared that Ji Sang was crying because of him.


    Song Xiu¡¯s eyes softened, and his hand that hung down gently grasped the little boy¡¯s,


    ¡°Brother doesn¡¯t know either, but sister isn¡¯t crying because of you, okay?¡±


    The little boy seemed to half understand.


    Then Song Xiu realized that he hadn¡¯t seen any adults looking for the boy for quite some time, and his brows furrowed,


    ¡°Xiao Zhi, where are your parents?¡±


    The little boy smiled sweetly,


    ¡°Daddy is with mommy and my little sister.¡±


    No sooner had the words left his mouth than a man, looking frantic, ran up from not far away,


    ¡°Xiao Zhi, what are you doing here?¡±


    ¡°Daddy!¡±


    The little boy joyfully threw himself into the man¡¯s embrace. Song Xiu straightened up and slightly nodded, briefly explaining what happened just now, not forgetting to add a compliment,


    ¡°Xiao Zhi is very brave and sensible.¡±


    The man¡¯s guarded look in his eyes relaxed, he thanked Song Xiu, and left carrying the little boy.


    Song Xiu turned around and saw Ji Sang had already come out, watching the direction in which the two were leaving,


    ¡°That¡¯s Xiao Zhi¡¯s dad, what¡¯s wrong?¡±


    Ji Sang shook her head.


    She just thought the man looked somewhat familiar.


    Song Xiu didn¡¯t ask further, glanced at the time on his phone, and remembering how pale she¡¯d looked last night in the hospital, asked softly,


    ¡°Sister Ji, shall we go¡­¡±


    To eat?


    Song Xiu¡¯s words were interrupted by a ringing sound. He then saw the woman take out her phone, and as her eyes touched the screen, the previously subdued mood vanished completely.


    Was it really just an alarm?


    Ji Sang¡¯s lips curved into a slight smile,


    ¡°Let¡¯s go, we¡¯ll get something to eat.¡±

 Chapter 37 - Chapter 37: Chapter 20: How would he know about any contradictions?

    Chapter 37: Chapter 20: How would he know about any contradictions?


    Song Xiu noticed that Ji Sang¡¯s phone was brand new, somewhat surprised


    ¡°Ms. Ji, did you go shopping so late yesterday?¡±


    If he wasn¡¯t mistaken, the model she held was the latest on the market, comparable to a DSLR camera.


    Ji Sang shook her head


    ¡°No, what¡¯s up?¡±


    While speaking, a message popped up on her screen, surprisingly from Fu Yisi. Ji Sang¡¯s eyes flickered as she opened WeChat.


    Fu Yisi: Did it ring?


    ¡°¡­..¡±


    Ji Sang pursed her lips slightly, yet her smile still lifted at the corners. The alarm was set, how could it not ring? It¡¯s not like someone would turn it off deliberately.


    This man, clearly wanting to ask if she had eaten, yet he had to beat around the bush.


    For some reason, she suddenly envisioned what Fu Yisi might look like while texting her.


    When the man wasn¡¯t working, he would be casual and relaxed, with two buttons of his shirt undone, comfortably leaning back in his chair, a teasing or chilling smile playing on his lips, his distinct-knuckled fingers tapping lightly on the screen.


    Perhaps, his exquisite eyebrows would be furrowed.


    This man always appeared calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.


    With a movement of her brows, Ji Sang deleted the words ¡°ready to go eat¡± from the message box and replied,


    ¡°It rang.¡±


    Not sure how Fu Yisi would respond.


    Ji Sang put away her phone, raised her eyebrows, and said cheerfully,


    ¡°What shall we eat!¡±


    Song Xiu: ¡­.


    Ms. Ji, you¡¯re obviously too happy!


    Ignoring the slight bitterness slipping in his heart, Song Xiu smiled and suggested,


    ¡°How about Japanese cuisine?¡±


    Meanwhile, Fu Yisi had just finished a meeting. When Xiao Zhang offered to bring him food, he remembered the time. Ji Sang¡¯s behavior that morning was glaringly obvious, strange yet somewhat reasonable, making his tense mind relax instantaneously.


    He originally intended to tease Ji Sang about her being startled by the alarm in the morning, casually reminding her to remember to eat, but he didn¡¯t expect to receive her reply before he even finished the message.


    Amusing and awkward.


    Tsk, he was very curious about what was going through Ji Sang¡¯s mind.


    His slender fingers tapped lightly, his lips unconsciously curling into a smile, and soon Xiao Zhang, who had come over with the lunchbox, also smiled after seeing the smile on Fu Yisi¡¯s lips.


    It seems Dr. Fu is chatting with Ms. Ji!


    Then today he should be able to relax a bit, standing next to this ¡°high-maintenance flower¡± every day, he almost forgot what relaxation and warmth felt like!


    Ms. Ji is truly magnificent, a benefit to humankind!


    ¡­


    Ji Sang and Song Xiu had just entered the office when Lu Ming called them.


    ¡°The station head and the hospital have already talked, Dean Han is free today, you two come with me later¡±


    ¡°So soon?¡±


    Song Xiu immediately chimed in, not surprised since during his time interning at the TV station, he had never seen such a fast progress.


    They had just finalized the planning content yesterday, and today they were already going to discuss it.


    Lu Ming¡¯s hand paused while pouring tea, meaningfully looking at Song Xiu


    ¡°I didn¡¯t expect it either, the station head seems to particularly care about this project.¡±


    Song Xiu¡¯s expression was unusually calm, even deliberately pretending not to care,


    ¡°Oh? Is that so?¡±


    Inside, however, he felt somewhat helpless, he had advised his uncle many times, asking him not to give him special treatment!!!


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t notice the gaze between the two men, her mind full of what Lu Ming had mentioned about going to City First Hospital this afternoon.


    On her return, she just saw Fu Yisi¡¯s reply.


    ¡°Okay¡±


    Just one word, truly embodying an air of aloofness.


    What would his reaction be if he saw her at the hospital later?


    For the first time, Ji Sang was eager to meet someone, even now her heartbeat was starting to become restless.


    ¡°Ms. Ji?¡±


    ¡°Hm¡­ Huh?¡±


    Lu Ming raised his eyebrows, looking at her amusedly,


    ¡°What are you thinking about, you¡¯re so happy your smile almost reaches your ears.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes widened slightly


    ¡°No¡­ nothing¡±


    Yet her hand involuntarily touched the corner of her mouth, only then realizing the muscles there were faintly sore.


    Had she really been smiling like that?


    Ji Sang felt a sudden emptiness inside, she didn¡¯t understand why the thought of Fu Yisi made her smile, this unknown territory made her inexplicably panicked, deeply tightening her chest.


    She slightly lowered her gaze, a thin layer of shadow under her eyelids trembled faintly.


    Lu Ming merely joked once and didn¡¯t ask further, while Song Xiu standing by the side, his eyes¡¯ brightness dimmed, leaving only dullness.

 Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: Chapter 20 He Had No Idea What the Contradiction Was_2

    Chapter 38: Chapter 20 He Had No Idea What the Contradiction Was_2


    If¡­the man on her mind was Fu Yisi, did he¡­still have a chance?


    The two left the office with their own thoughts, but coincidentally, the person they were both thinking about was Fu Yisi.


    Ji Sang was pondering over the bits and pieces of life with Fu Yisi in the past few days, trying to find the reason why the man could easily disturb her mind. Meanwhile, Song Xiu was recalling the first time he met Fu Yisi, the image of the gentleman who was also cold and icy with an extraordinary demeanor was so vivid, and he wondered¡­ to what extent could he measure up in front of him?


    On the way to the hospital, the three of them took separate cars.


    When Lu Ming saw the Range Rover driven by Ji Sang, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and joked,


    ¡°A woman needs not concede to men?¡±


    He really hadn¡¯t expected Ji Sang¡¯s vehicle to be a Range Rover.


    But somehow¡­ the presence didn¡¯t seem out of place at all.


    Ji Sang gave an embarrassed smile and raised the keys in her hand,


    ¡°From home.¡±


    At that moment, Ji Sang didn¡¯t realize there was anything wrong with her comment, until they reached the hospital and Lu Ming remarked:


    ¡°Your family seems to trust you quite a lot.¡±


    Typically, when families prepare a car for a girl, they choose something easy to handle, petite, and safe.


    This Range Rover seems more fitting for a strong independent woman who loves to charge ahead.


    Ji Sang¡¯s movements halted as she got out of the car; it was then that she realized her previous reply was a bit off. Subconsciously, she had already acknowledged that her marriage with Fu Yisi formed a ¡®missus¡¯ in their household.


    This realization added to the chaos in Ji Sang¡¯s heart.


    Ji Sang was never an easy person to get close to, nor was it easy for her to place trust in others. Originally, it took Su Ge nearly a year of persistence to become her friend.


    But with Fu Yisi, within just a few days, she had let down her guard so effortlessly.


    It was unimaginable.


    Upon their arrival, they were greeted by staff. All the way, Ji Sang was absent-minded, and even upon entering the dean¡¯s office, she kept her head down.


    Naturally, she did not see Fu Yisi sitting on the sofa, arching an eyebrow at her.


    Fortunately, Lu Ming noticed Ji Sang¡¯s detachment and, before exchanging pleasantries, he gently tapped on Ji Sang¡¯s back.


    Ji Sang suddenly snapped back to reality, and when she looked up, she ran straight into Fu Yisi¡¯s dark and deep eyes.


    Her breath caught.


    Why was he here?


    Swiftly, Ji Sang averted her gaze. She didn¡¯t dare look at him now, afraid that in a moment of carelessness, her anxiety would betray her thoughts.


    Such a small gesture, however, took on another meaning in Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes. His gaze had been sharp when he saw Lu Ming pat Ji Sang¡¯s back, and now it turned even colder.


    ¡°Vice Director Lu, good to see you.¡±


    Lu Ming leaned in slightly, shaking hands,


    ¡°Dean Han, I¡¯ve long admired you. For this collaboration, we will need a lot of guidance from Dean Han. Let me introduce Ji Sang, who is in charge of shooting the promotional video.¡±


    Lu Ming turned his head, gesturing for Ji Sang to step forward.


    Not expecting this, Ji Sang instinctively held her breath, her palms beginning to sweat. Her hurried gaze scanned over the people in the office, finally settling on Dean Han, who was smiling and waiting for her response.


    Ji Sang, you can do it, just like when you first met Lu Ming. Sister was right; you can¡¯t always stay in the same place.


    Finally, after giving herself a mental pep talk, Ji Sang discreetly wiped her hands clean on her pants and then raised her head,


    ¡°Dean Han,¡±


    Pausing for a moment, Ji Sang forced a smile,


    ¡°I am Ji Sang.¡±


    Dean Han gave an ¡°Eh¡± sound, took a careful look, nodded, then turned to look at Fu Yisi behind him.


    ¡°Xiao Fu, come here.¡±


    People in the hospital thought Ji Sang was Fu Yisi¡¯s girlfriend, but he knew they were not. The Han Family and the Fu Family had always been close, and he had long known that Fu Yisi had gotten married half a year ago.


    Surely, Ji Sang was the one from the Ji Family, Fu Yisi¡¯s wife.


    Indeed, today, as soon as he heard that people from the television station were coming for a meeting, this young man from the Fu Family hurried over. Had there ever been an interview before where Fu Yisi took the initiative?


    Not to mention taking the initiative, even complying nicely was difficult.


    Dean Han chuckled softly, thinking it was indeed time to settle down. Even someone as aloof and capricious as Fu Yisi was beginning to change.


    Fu Yisi then stood up from the sofa, nodding slightly as a casual greeting.


    Sometimes, between men, it only takes one look, one gesture, to know what the other is thinking.


    If it was just some young, lively kid, it would be fine, but even this sophisticated and worldly old man seemed to have taken an interest in her.


    Fu Yisi glanced coldly at the woman who had been avoiding his gaze since she entered and snorted disdainfully.


    Strutting everywhere!


    The meeting was short, but Ji Sang felt it was excruciating.


    Fu Yisi was sitting opposite her, the table wasn¡¯t wide, and with just a glance, she could see the man¡¯s hand casually resting on the table, and moving up, his jawline.


    She knew the man was watching her, so she didn¡¯t dare lift her head, afraid of their eyes meeting.


    Finally, the meeting ended. Ji Sang walked to the door with her head lowered, let out a long breath, and her shoulders slumped considerably. Her lips were somewhat pale, but her cheeks were flushed. Regardless of whether it was proper or not, she whispered to Song Xiu,


    ¡°I¡¯m going to the restroom.¡±


    Rushed, flustered.


    Like fleeing in panic.


    ¡ª¡ª


    In the office, Dean Han watched Fu Yisi still sitting leisurely on the sofa sipping tea and raised an eyebrow,


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter; you had a fight?¡±


    He had felt something was off; there was no interaction between the eyes of the couple. Clearly, when Fu Yisi heard about the meeting, he seemed in good spirits.


    Fu Yisi looked up indifferently, saying nothing.


    Dean Han sat down, his tone heavy with concern,


    ¡°Any conflicts? Your Uncle Han might be able to give some advice, after all, I¡¯ve been through it.¡±


    But Fu Yisi curled his lips coldly.


    Conflicts? How would he know what the hell the conflicts were when that woman was too guilty to even look at him.

 Chapter 39 - Chapter 39: Chapter 21 Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?

    Chapter 39: Chapter 21 Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?


    ¡°`


    In the restroom, Ji Sang¡¯s eyes were empty as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.


    Her face was flushed, her lips dry and pale due to lack of moisture. Ji Sang touched her own face, feeling the burning temperature, and for a moment, she felt dizzy.


    No wonder she always felt so suppressed in the office, even breathing seemed difficult.


    It turned out she had a fever.


    Ji Sang breathed shallowly with her mouth slightly open, looked down, and gently patted water on her face with her hands. She stopped only when the temperature on her face decreased and her mind cleared a bit.


    However, she didn¡¯t immediately go out but instead took out her phone and brought up Su Ge¡¯s chat.


    She wanted to ask if her situation was somewhat abnormal, but as soon as she typed ¡®Sister,¡¯ she didn¡¯t know how to phrase the rest.


    Vague emotions entangled in her heart, making her feel suffocated and at a loss for where to begin.


    Irked, she scratched her hair trying to force Fu Yisi out of her mind, but she kept visualizing the man¡¯s well-defined fingers, his neatly rolling Adam¡¯s apple, and perfect, exquisite jawline.


    It was as if he was whispering in her ear with his deep, seductive voice,


    ¡°Like the jawline, hmm?¡±


    ¡°Want to touch?¡±


    ¡°Ha!¡±


    ¡­


    Ji Sang¡¯s gaze flickered with bewilderment when she caught sight of the disheveled woman in the mirror and widened her eyes.


    What on earth was she doing!


    Getting herself into this mess over that sultry man!


    Ji Sang pursed her lips tightly, as if scolding herself, her hand fixing her hair without easing in force. It wasn¡¯t until she held a few strands of pulled hair in her palm that she realized she was being foolish.


    ¡°¡­¡±


    When Ji Sang came out of the restroom, ten minutes had already passed.


    Lu Ming had already left for his obligations, only Song Xiu was waiting outside.


    ¡°Sister Ji, the deputy director said we don¡¯t have to go back to the station, the shooting will be next week. Should we visit the hospital again¡­¡±


    Song Xiu noticed her slightly damp hair and frowned,


    ¡°Sister Ji, are you alright?¡±


    In the office, Sister Ji had always kept her head down, which he hadn¡¯t noticed before. When she came out just now, he sensed something was amiss; her face was flushed, yet her lips were pale.


    Could she be sick?


    He reached out to touch her forehead to feel her temperature but stopped within inches from her forehead. Ji Sang almost simultaneously took a step back.


    Song Xiu¡¯s hand hovered in mid-air.


    Ji Sang glanced at him slightly guardedly, and Song Xiu, initially planning to apologize with a smile, just froze.


    Silence hung in the air for a brief moment.


    Song Xiu withdrew his hand and pocketed it, the usually sunny and cheerful young man now replaced by a somber and cold gaze. He looked down, not wishing to let her see this side of him.


    ¡°Sister Ji, do you need to register at the doctor? Your complexion doesn¡¯t seem right.¡±


    Ji Sang realized that her earlier action had hurt Song Xiu and opened her mouth,


    ¡°Song Xiu¡­I¡±


    Song Xiu raised his hand to stop her, his eyes clearing of gloom as he shrugged,


    ¡°Sister Ji, it should be like this, don¡¯t let men touch you.¡±


    His idol, only someone truly worthy could match up to her.


    In the end, the two didn¡¯t stay at the hospital.


    After Song Xiu left, Ji Sang sat in the hospital lobby, quite torn. At this time, she was not sure whether Fu Yisi had finished work; the car keys were with her. If she drove away just like that, how would he go back?


    Moreover¡­


    Light and shadow flickered in Ji Sang¡¯s eyes, her fingers absently tinkling the car keys


    This Range Rover belonged to Fu Yisi.


    After what Lu Ming said, she just couldn¡¯t bring herself to drive the car without unease.


    When she was eight years old, Ji Sang was adopted by the Ji Family; it took her nearly two years to freely move around the house, to enjoy Mr. and Mrs. Ji¡¯s affection without any burden.


    But the influence of her childhood was profound; Ji Sang had always maintained a self-reliant habit. After reaching adulthood, she had never asked the Ji Family for money, even her university tuition fees were covered by a full scholarship.


    No wonder Ji Sang felt so anxious and confused; during these days with Fu Yisi, she so easily accepted his kindness toward her.


    She could calmly share a bed with him, calmly accept the breakfast he made, calmly accept the ride to her work, calmly accept his care after she fainted from not eating on time, even feeling some attachment to his embrace, calmly accepting the phone he gifted her, implicitly approving and even happy about his gesture of setting alarms¡­.


    ¡°`

 Chapter 40 - Chapter 40: Chapter 21 Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?_2

    Chapter 40: Chapter 21 Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?_2


    She openly admitted¡­ she and Fu Yisi were a new family.


    There was so much, so much, yet they had only cohabitated for three days, not to mention the time spent apart during work hours.


    How was Ji Sang to digest this fact?


    For someone so lacking in security, with such strong self-defensive mechanisms, admitting and accepting this truth was just too difficult.


    In the bustling hall, only Ji Sang sat silently on the bench.


    Helpless.


    This was the first word that came to Fu Yisi¡¯s mind when he saw the woman in the hall.


    He thought this heartless woman would have left straight away, but Zhang Ting had rambled on in his office, and that¡¯s how he knew Ji Sang was sitting in the downstairs hall.


    Seeing her like this, looking so miserable, those who didn¡¯t understand might think that he had bullied her.


    Clearly, this little heartless thing didn¡¯t dare meet his gaze, and he didn¡¯t even know the reason.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes were deep and dark, his gaze locked tightly on the person sitting down, only stepping forward with long strides after noticing her slight shiver from the breeze blowing in from outside.


    ¡°What are you doing sitting here?¡±


    The man¡¯s voice was cool and snapped Ji Sang out of her wandering thoughts.


    She slowly lifted her head to look at the man in front of her, squinting slightly from discomfort due to not facing the lights for a while. She couldn¡¯t see the man¡¯s face clearly, but she knew it was Fu Yisi.


    Turns out¡­ she had already memorized his voice in her heart.


    Maybe from thinking too much or maybe due to a slight fever, Ji Sang¡¯s mind felt heavy and her reactions became sluggish.


    She looked up at Fu Yisi for a long time before slowly saying,


    ¡°You¡¯re off work.¡±


    Fu Yisi stared at her for a while, and after noticing her pale lips, he turned around and walked a few steps. Seeing no follow-up from behind, he turned back with slightly furrowed brows.


    ¡°Not leaving?¡±


    He didn¡¯t understand, how could this woman be so foolish.


    Was her alarm clock just a decoration?


    And, if she was waiting for him to finish work, why didn¡¯t she go to his office? Even if she was sitting in this hall, couldn¡¯t she have called? He had to be informed by Xiao Zhang.


    Knowing that her stomach was not strong, yet she kept torturing herself.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s lips were pursed, the lines tight, his facial contours more sharply defined, letting bystanders perceive his displeasure.


    Ji Sang also realized this, her expression stunned, she quickly followed him.


    ¡­


    The two inexplicably fell into an atmosphere with nothing to say, almost a cold war. Fu Yisi didn¡¯t want to talk, just took her to dinner and then drove home directly.


    And Ji Sang¡­ didn¡¯t know what to do.


    She was troubled by Fu Yisi¡¯s earnest fulfillment of his husbandly duties, wanting to keep a certain distance, to sort out her own feelings first.


    But when he stopped talking to her, she found herself with an even bigger headache.


    She was clumsy and had no idea how to handle such a situation.


    Falling asleep with such tangled emotions, eventually, in the middle of the night, Ji Sang suddenly started to fever. She began having dreams non-stop, like a web of nightmares trapping her mercilessly.


    In her dreams, she saw herself as a child, tied up with ropes and a rag stuffed in her mouth, a fierce man warning her not to make a sound.


    She dreamt of the outside of the orphanage lit with firecrackers, a crowd holding sparkly things, taking pictures around a suit-clad person escorted by the director and the cook. He brought lots of tasty treats, but she saw with her own eyes the director packing those treats into a box and handing them to an unrecognized adult.


    She dreamt of a little boy holding a steamed bun, smiling and calling her sister, but the scene suddenly changed to the director wielding a thick and long stick, mercilessly beating both her and the boy.


    She also dreamt of a gentle-voiced aunt, patting her head lightly saying she¡¯d definitely rescue her, but she couldn¡¯t recall her face.


    Then, she saw the director dragging a large bag, leaving a trail of wet marks on the ground¡­


    ¡­


    ¡°No!¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t want it!¡±


    She didn¡¯t want to see those scenes anymore.


    Tears raged, soaking through her hair, her pillow, but she couldn¡¯t wake from the net of nightmare.


    Fu Yisi was awakened by the scorching heat in his arms, then he heard the woman¡¯s sobs. With a shock, he quickly turned on the room¡¯s light.


    What he saw was the woman¡¯s unnaturally red face, and¡­ the startling tears.


    ¡°Ji Sang?¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s cool hand gently rested on her forehead, but was shocked by the unexpected heat on it. His jawline tensed instantly, he wrapped Ji Sang in blankets tightly before getting out of bed to fetch a medical kit.


    He immediately took her temperature.


    Thirty-nine degrees.


    Fu Yisi kept his face stern as he went downstairs to get the ice pack.


    When the icy chill of the ice pack covered Ji Sang¡¯s face, she moaned comfortably, her body wiggled slightly, pressing her face closer.


    With such a high temperature, physical cooling was too ineffective, Fu Yisi found a fast-acting fever reducer.


    He lifted Ji Sang up to lean against his chest, gently patted her face, and brought the medicine to her lips.


    ¡°Ji Sang, take the medicine.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang weakly open her eyes, her forehead against Fu Yisi¡¯s chin, unable to see his expression, but his scent was so familiar, so warm, like a pillar of strength scattering the endless dark nightmares.


    Ji Sang was like a person who had been suffocating in the deep sea for too long, suddenly rescued. She gasped for air and burrowed tightly into Fu Yisi¡¯s embrace.


    She was weak, her voice soft,


    ¡°Fu Yisi.¡±


    The man was close enough to hear clearly that she was calling his name.


    ¡°Hmm?¡±


    Suddenly, Ji Sang broke into a faint smile.


    ¡°Why are you so good to me?¡±


    The man went silent for a moment, then said softly,


    ¡°Take your medicine first, then I¡¯ll tell you.¡±


    Hearing his words, Ji Sang with some effort lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him earnestly and stubbornly.


    ¡°Really?¡±


    ¡°Hmm.¡±


    Fu Yisi reached out, bringing the medicine to her lips.


    Ji Sang swallowed the medicine without hesitation and with Fu Yisi¡¯s help drank almost half a glass of water.


    She looked at the man and asked softly,


    ¡°Can you tell me now?¡±

 Chapter 41 - Chapter 41: 22 chapters Flower Language: Passionate Love

    Chapter 41: 22 chapters Flower Language: Passionate Love


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes were slightly swollen from crying in her nightmare just moments ago, with a faint rosiness at the corners, making her already clear and clean eyes shimmer slightly with ripples.


    She presented an image of fragility that suddenly reminded the man of a phrase:


    A pair of eyes, seemingly wet but not quite crying.


    Fu Yisi felt a sharp tremor in his heart and dared not look in her eyes anymore.


    His throat felt dry, rapidly swallowing a few times.


    Yet the woman in his arms was unaware, her small hands tightly clutching his clothes,


    ¡°Didn¡¯t you say you¡¯d tell me after I had eaten?¡±


    Ji Sang was truly not lucid, her tender, coquettish tone like that of a child begging for sweets.


    Fu Yisi couldn¡¯t help but smile helplessly, his heart melting messily, realizing that this heartless lady actually had such a side.


    He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, softening his voice unusually.


    ¡°Because you are my wife.¡±


    ¡°Ji Sang.¡±


    ¡°I am your husband, I won¡¯t neglect you, caring for you is my responsibility,¡±


    his raspy and low voice sounded like a rich, melodious monologue, carrying a calming magic.


    Fu Yisi, a man naturally indifferent, had never engaged in romantic relationships before. However, now that Ji Sang was his wife, he vowed to fulfill his duties as a husband.


    This was perhaps the only comforting aspect of his cold and detached persona.


    Ji Sang apparently didn¡¯t quite grasp Fu Yisi¡¯s words, her gaze blankly fixed on him, foolishly asking,


    ¡°Husband? Will you always be my husband?¡±


    As she spoke, her eyes filled with cautious hope, her grasp on the man¡¯s robe tightening.


    Fu Yisi paused momentarily.


    He had long suspected that Ji Sang was not a very secure person ¨C from her sleep posture on their first night, her sleep talking in the office, her recent nightmare, and from her tears¡­ he could tell.


    He couldn¡¯t understand how someone so insecure could have the courage to capture the dark truths others overlooked. During the awards ceremony, pressured by Ms. Ye Lin from the Fu Family, he learned about Ji Sang¡¯s various famous works, including one that he vividly remembered.


    It was the only piece by Ji Sang that made the news headlines and also what brought her widespread fame.


    Initially, it was a minor fire; the people inside could have escaped on their own, and firefighters were on their way. But then, a scene unfolded where a woman, having accidentally twisted her ankle, reached out to grab a man¡¯s sleeve; the man callously shook her off, unwilling to drop the suitcase he was carrying.


    The scene was engulfed in flames, bathed in dark red hues.


    He couldn¡¯t imagine under what circumstances she captured such a photograph.


    Flames, a frail woman, a DSLR camera.


    Thus, while Ji Sang wasn¡¯t fully lucid, the man made a promise.


    He said:


    ¡°Ji Sang, let¡¯s continue to live well like this; I will always be your husband, and you will always be my wife.¡±


    Divorce was unheard of in the Fu Family, and cherishing one¡¯s wife had become a tradition among the Fu descendants.


    He might not be able to love her as profoundly as his father loved his mother for their entire lives, but he vowed to uphold his duty and take care of Ji Sang to the best of his ability.


    That was all he could do.


    Whether Ji Sang fully understood or not, as the fever medicine began to take effect, her eyelids gradually drooped, and she drifted towards sleep.


    Fu Yisi stopped talking and waited until her breathing became steady before gently lifting her and laying her in the bed. As he stood up, her hand was still tightly clutching his robe.


    The man hesitated for a moment, then bent down, bringing her into his arms, letting her clutch tightly.


    ¡°Sleep.¡±


    Ji Sang burrowed into his arms and fell soundly asleep.


    However, all this care had fully woken Fu Yisi.


    He looked at the petite woman in his arms and sighed softly.


    Getting ill every three days seemed too fragile.


    It looked like he¡¯d have to take good care of her from now on.


    ¡­


    The next day, Ji Sang woke up in Fu Yisi¡¯s arms, fragments of the previous night resurfacing in her mind. The nightmare, the despair, the escape, his cold hands, his deep voice, the fever medicine at her lips¡­


    And also, the words Fu Yisi had said before she fell completely asleep.


    She had heard them, etched them in her heart.


    Suddenly, the panic from yesterday didn¡¯t seem so terrifying.


    If¡­ if Fu Yisi would always be her husband, always stay by her side, always care for her, then¡­perhaps she could bravely face it, right?


    The fever medicine was effective; other than feeling a bit heavy-headed, Ji Sang felt no other discomfort, albeit the whole night being closely held by Fu Yisi resulted in a sweat-drenched body which now felt quite uncomfortable.


    Ji Sang carefully extricated herself from Fu Yisi¡¯s arms, seeing no signs of him waking, she breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed her clothes to head to the adjacent shower room for a comfortably hot bath.


    Just as she stepped out of the bathtub, a sudden pain in her lower abdomen made her back unable to straighten.


    Ji Sang raised her hand to her forehead.


    The period had not only arrived early but was also fiercely intense.


    After tidying up a bit, Ji Sang returned to the bedroom. Fortunately, she had moved her feminine products over when she moved in; after rustling around for a bit, she woke the man on the bed.


    Fu Yisi rubbed his sore forehead, sat up, and looked at the woman squatting beside the cabinet,


    ¡°Feeling better?¡±


    His voice still held traces of sleep-induced raspiness.


    Ji Sang¡¯s face slightly reddened.


    ¡°Yes,¡±


    Then, taking advantage of his still groggy state, she rushed into the bathroom with her items.


    She feared if she didn¡¯t leave, she¡¯d collapse from hemorrhaging.


    Fu Yisi: ¡­


    Was she afraid to make eye contact with him yesterday, and today she didn¡¯t even want to be in the same room with him?


    This was the first time Fu Yisi doubted himself; was he really so unpopular? And moreover, with his own wife?!


    The man¡¯s tongue pressed against his mouth, he let out a cold laugh, shook his head, and walked to the shower room next door. As he entered, he could feel the lingering warmth, causing Fu Yisi to falter.


    His eyes, which had been somewhat lazy, instantly sharpened.


    Tsk, this woman isn¡¯t just a block of stone, she even knew to take a shower here.


    So¡­ what exactly was she avoiding?


    ¡­


    By the time Fu Yisi came out, Ji Sang was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The pain from her period wasn¡¯t too obvious now, and it didn¡¯t interfere with her actions. Most importantly¡­ she really didn¡¯t know how to face Fu Yisi.


    How had she managed to ask those questions last night?


    She really wished she had been even more confused last night and forgotten all these events.


    The Western breakfast was simple and convenient to make. When Fu Yisi came downstairs, Ji Sang had just finished setting everything on the table.


    Ji Sang wiped her hands and handed him a glass of milk, speaking softly,


    ¡°Eat.¡±


    Fu Yisi took it and, seeing her good complexion, still said,


    ¡°Take your temperature again later.¡±


    Ji Sang paused as she drank her milk and slightly nodded her head,


    ¡°Okay,¡±


    her voice low as well.


    This made Fu Yisi arch an eyebrow across the table, somewhat amused as he finally asked,


    ¡°Where did I offend you, hmm?¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Is that all right¡­?


    Lowering her head, Ji Sang poked at the fried egg on her plate, clearly not wanting to answer.


    Fu Yisi thought she would refuse, but he hadn¡¯t expected such a reaction, his eyes narrowing slightly, had he really provoked her?


    Putting down his knife and fork, Fu Yisi¡¯s slender fingers tapped casually on the table,


    ¡°Ji Sang¡­¡±


    ¡°When are we leaving?¡±


    Their voices overlapped, and Fu Yisi raised his eyebrows at Ji Sang.


    ¡°That¡­ didn¡¯t we say we¡¯re going back to the Fu Family¡¯s home this weekend?¡±


    Ji Sang also put down her knife and fork, gathering the courage to meet the man¡¯s eyes.


    Her eyes still clear.


    The man looked away, bowed his head, and picked up his knife and fork again, responding faintly,


    ¡°Hmm.¡±


    This response made Ji Sang subconsciously curl up her fingers; she could feel Fu Yisi¡¯s mood suddenly sink. Last time was the same, when mentioning going back to the Fu Family¡¯s home for the weekend, his entire aura suddenly became very low, gloomy and oppressive.


    What exactly could make a man like Fu Yisi feel so sad?


    On the road, Fu Yisi¡¯s expression was dark, and he drove very fast. This street was not the way to the Fu Family¡¯s home, and Ji Sang dared not say a word, afraid of disturbing the man beside her.


    Not until the car stopped in front of a flower shop.


    She groggily followed the man out of the car, asking softly,


    ¡°Are you buying flowers?¡±


    The man did not respond.


    Instead, the shop owner inside greeted Fu Yisi warmly after seeing him,


    ¡°Same as usual?¡±


    The man nodded.


    The shop owner picked a few red roses, skillfully wrapped them up and said, looking down,


    ¡°My mom said you come here every year at this time, but unfortunately she was a bit under the weather last night and couldn¡¯t come to the shop today. Here, it¡¯s ready.¡±


    Fu Yisi reached out to take it, paid, and as he was leaving, he glanced back,


    ¡°Could you please send her my regards?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I will.¡±


    From their brief exchange, Ji Sang pieced together some facts.


    Fu Yisi came to this shop every year at this time and had done so for many years, and he had a good relationship with the shop owner¡¯s mother.


    Back in the car, Ji Sang occasionally looked at the bunch of red roses on the backseat through the rearview mirror.


    She knew the symbolism of this flower:


    Passionate love.


    A phrase completely unrelated to Fu Yisi.


    Ji Sang clutched the seatbelt tightly, still feeling the atmosphere inside the car too oppressive, making it difficult for her to breathe. She raised her hand to press the window button, lowering it halfway, but in less than half a minute, the man directly raised the window from the main control.


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    Confused, she turned her head to look at Fu Yisi, only to see the man lower his window on his side, not looking at her, and simply stating,


    ¡°Want to get a fever?¡±


    Ji Sang then stopped talking, turned her head away, looking out the window. She had tried hard for a long time, yet she still couldn¡¯t help smiling when Fu Yisi looked sad.


    It seemed, the car didn¡¯t feel so oppressive anymore.

 Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Chapter 23: She Saw Malevolence in Him

    Chapter 42: Chapter 23: She Saw Malevolence in Him


    Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the Fu Family villa.


    Ye Lin and Fu Jue were still waiting at the entrance, but this time, their faces were as somber as Fu Yisi¡¯s.


    Ji Sang followed behind Fu Yisi, her mood growing heavy. She cautiously approached and voluntarily looped her arm through Ye Lin¡¯s arm, softly calling out,


    ¡°Mom¡±


    ¡°Ah, you¡¯ve arrived¡±


    Their voices were hoarse and trembling.


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyelashes flinched slightly, and when she lifted her eyes to Fu Jue standing beside her, she noticed that even the always amiable and kind-hearted man had red bloodshot eyes.


    ¡°Dad¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s voice trembled too.


    She didn¡¯t know exactly what was going on, but she could feel their sorrow.


    After entering the house, the two men headed upstairs to the study, while Ji Sang was pulled by Ye Lin to sit on the sofa.


    Her mother-in-law, usually very proactive and kind, sat down today and remained silent, simply holding her hand and gently patting it.


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t know what to say, and could only sit there silently beside her.


    It was unclear how much time had passed when Ye Lin finally spoke softly,


    ¡°Xiao Si, this child, has been quiet since he was little, disliked being touched by others, and even seemed reluctant when his mom and dad hugged him, but whenever his aunt hugged him, he would settle down quietly. His aunt, being the only daughter of the Fu Family, was pampered from a young age, yet she liked to experience all kinds of life, rejecting the noble schools arranged by her family, and she was unusually resilient, almost like a tomboy.¡±


    ¡°I was two years older than her, and I would often hear about her exploits at school, like taking the school¡¯s athletes to fight against hoodlums who bullied girls from our school. As a girl, she managed to intimidate those hooligans away.¡±


    ¡°She was like the little overlord of the school, admired by many boys and girls, she didn¡¯t cause trouble, and she did righteous deeds, so the school turned a blind eye. I remember once, to help a stranger, she chased a robber on her own and got stabbed. That time, the Fu Family was very angry, but no one at home could control her, so Xiao Si¡¯s dad asked me to talk some sense into her.¡±


    Smiling at a funny memory, Ye Lin¡¯s face finally relaxed a bit,


    ¡°Ah Shang, do you know what she said then? She said she couldn¡¯t stand such scum and that she wanted to become a police officer to serve the people. I asked her why, and she said, there¡¯s too much filth and darkness in this world. At that time, the Fu Family was unstable, and she personally experienced the evil of those who would do anything for money and power. She was kidnapped to threaten Xiao Si¡¯s grandfather, but she was smart, managed to outwit the kidnappers and escaped. Later, when Xiao Si¡¯s grandfather gained power and stability ensued, her ideas did not change; she was still determined to become a police officer.¡±


    ¡°But, as you know, in such a family, it would be impossible to allow their child to take up such a dangerous job. The family pulled strings, getting the public security school to reject her, and she, ever stubborn, surprisingly didn¡¯t protest. Just when everyone thought she had given up on becoming a police officer, she directly enrolled in a journalism school, saying, if she couldn¡¯t be a police officer, she would become a journalist, using her camera to expose those ugly truths.¡±


    ¡°She really became an excellent, very accomplished journalist, winning many international awards. But her family grew increasingly worried as each story she pursued was very dangerous, making numerous enemies.¡±


    ¡°The Fu Family in S city had great influence, and could secretly sort out some issues for her, but it was still unsafe; Xiao Si¡¯s dad repeatedly urged her not to continue working in that field, to come back, settle down, and take a proper role as the lady of the Fu Family and a wealthy wife, but she refused.¡±


    ¡°That time, she and Xiao Si¡¯s dad argued fiercely; in a fit of anger, she moved out of the Fu Family home and didn¡¯t return for a long time; our only way to know about her was through Xiao Si. She only agreed to report her whereabouts to Xiao Si. Normally, with her character, she wouldn¡¯t let us know where she was, but later we learned she was about to do something dangerous, she worried we wouldn¡¯t be able to find her.¡±


    Ye Lin suddenly choked up, tears flooding like fountains, causing a sharp pain in Ji Sang¡¯s heart; quickly, Ji Sang reached for tissues to wipe her tears, but Ye Lin¡¯s hands suddenly started trembling.

 Chapter 43 - Chapter 43: Chapter 23 She Saw Violence in Him_2

    Chapter 43: Chapter 23 She Saw Violence in Him_2


    ¡°Afterwards¡­ later, we really didn¡¯t¡­ find her.¡±


    Ah Shang¡¯s hand was gripped tightly, painfully tight, but she did not move at all.


    She¡­ seemed to roughly know what followed.


    ¡°That day, she sent Xiao Si a message, still just a location. Xiao Si was playing basketball with his friends at the time, and did not see it until hours later. That year, Xiao Si was only twelve years old. Once he saw the message, he rushed home immediately and said his aunt had encountered danger. Because in the past, after sending a location once, she would jokingly add that she was still alive. But this time, she didn¡¯t.¡±


    ¡°But the location she sent was very remote, a small town within the province. By the time we rushed there, ten hours had passed. We¡­ didn¡¯t find her, and afterwards¡­ we couldn¡¯t find her either. She just disappeared into thin air, no matter how much we mobilized the forces behind us, and even¡­ even resorted to seeking help from underworld figures, we still couldn¡¯t find her.¡±


    ¡°No trace of her alive, no trace of her dead. Since then, she became a pain in our hearts. Xiao Si was very self-blaming because he couldn¡¯t see the message in time. If he had seen it immediately, if he had gone a few hours earlier, would the outcome have been different? But who knows. Since then, Xiao Si became even quieter, and resolutely chose to attend medical school in university.¡±


    ¡°I once asked him why, he wouldn¡¯t answer. Only later when I accidentally saw his phone logs did I find out, it started when his aunt was injured once, she casually mentioned that it would be great if there was a doctor in the family, then she wouldn¡¯t need to go to the hospital.¡±


    ¡°Ah Shang.¡±


    Ye Lin turned her head, her eyes red, looking at Ji Sang.


    ¡°Xiao Si, he has had a hard few years, he can¡¯t forgive himself. Every year, this day is the hardest for him. Ah Shang, I hope you can stay by his side, as his mother, this is all I can do for him, you are a good child.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s heart trembled violently.


    She hadn¡¯t expected things to be this way.


    No wonder, no wonder the cold and indifferent Fu Yisi was so sorrowful. His most respected and loved elder had disappeared years ago, unknown whether alive or dead, and moreover¡­ in his heart, he must blame himself.


    But how could this be blamed on him?


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes heated up, she reached out her arms and embraced Ye Lin tightly, gently patting her back.


    ¡­


    In the study, Fu Jue was sitting in a chair, wearing glasses, carefully picking up a stack of documents that he had placed in the cabinet.


    ¡°Take a look.¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s face suddenly tensed up, he didn¡¯t reach out, but instead asked,


    ¡°Is there good news?¡±


    He was afraid that after looking, he would still come up empty-handed, further increasing his disappointment.


    Fu Jue shook his head, the man¡¯s gaze sinking, his lips turning into a cold arc, hands clenched into fists at his sides.


    Fu Jue observed his reaction, and shook his head again.


    His son, on other matters, could maintain absolute calm, but was utterly irrational when it came to¡­ his aunt¡¯s case.


    Thinking this, Fu Jue¡¯s eyes also began to heat up.


    Fu Yisi blamed himself for not seeing the message in time, and wasn¡¯t Fu Jue equally self-reproachful? If¡­ if back then he had been harsher and forbidden her to be a journalist, if he hadn¡¯t argued with her that day, if he had provided her with more bodyguards, would things have turned out differently now?


    However¡­


    ¡°Although it can¡¯t be considered good news, there¡¯s still some suspicious information to be gleaned from these.¡±


    Regardless of whether she is alive or dead, the Fu Family needs to get to the bottom of this.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s gaze shifted slightly, he glanced at Fu Jue, and then reached out to take the stack of documents.


    ¡°This place is very close to the location she sent that day, it was reported before, the Yi Group once funded an orphanage, you know your aunt, wherever there is suspicion, she follows; although the reports were all positive, back then the Yi Group wasn¡¯t as clean as it is now, they were in the midst of whitewashing. Perhaps, your aunt went there because she sensed something odd there.¡±


    The man quickly flipped through the pages, reading ten lines in one glance, keenly identifying a problem, his brows furrowed tightly.


    ¡°Where is the orphanage¡¯s information?¡±


    Fu Jue sighed, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose.


    ¡°Can¡¯t find it, which is why I think there¡¯s something suspicious.¡±


    ¡°Got it.¡±


    Fu Yisi put the documents down on the table, turned around to leave, and just as his hand touched the doorknob, Fu Jue suddenly spoke out,


    ¡°Do you think she¡­ she¡¯s still out there?¡±


    Such a clever person, how could she simply vanish without a trace? After so many years, he had pulled so many strings yet found not a single clue, how could a living person just disappear into thin air? Unless¡­


    Fu Yisi clenched his teeth tightly, stood there for a solid minute, and finally, he coldly said,


    ¡°She is.¡±


    Definitely there, must be there.


    ¡­


    During lunch, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly solemn, everyone was silent. Ji Sang sneakily glanced at Fu Yisi several times, but could only see the severe contours of the man.


    His normally indifferent face became very heavy and profound, the casually lazy demeanor on his body completely vanished.


    Balefulness.


    This was the first time Ji Sang saw such an expression on Fu Yisi.


    Because of menstrual pain, Ji Sang had little appetite, but fearing they would worry, she still forced herself to eat half a bowl of rice. After lunch, Fu Yisi walked outside, took out a bunch of Red Roses from the car.


    She knew from her mother-in-law that his aunt¡¯s favorite flowers were Red Roses.


    The message of Red Roses is passionate love, much like his aunt¡¯s fervor for exposing the ugliness of the world.


    Right, his aunt also had a very beautiful name.


    Fu Zhixing.


    In a daze, Ji Sang watched as Fu Yisi took a vase, carefully arranging the flowers in it, using scissors to trim them.


    So gentle.


    Yet so lonely.

 Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: Chapter 24: The Princess Carry

    Chapter 44: Chapter 24: The Princess Carry


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t know why there was a faint pain in her heart; she stepped forward, looking at the flowers already beautifully arranged by Fu Yisi, and whispered,


    ¡°Very beautiful.¡±


    The man continued his actions without pausing, taking the watering can and sprinkling a few times.


    The red of the petals was scorching hot; the red of the water droplets was icy cold.


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyes flickered slightly as she looked up directly at the man who refused to speak,


    ¡°May I take a photo?¡±


    She thought that the Red Roses would wilt one day. She wanted to capture them, to let them stay here forever, waiting for the person who loved them to return.


    It was then that Fu Yisi finally lowered his head to look at Ji Sang, his already deep eyes now ink-like, captivating the viewer¡¯s soul entirely, leaving no chance for escape.


    Ji Sang couldn¡¯t avoid it either, her gaze gradually blurrying until Fu Yisi turned and left, bringing her back to her senses. His husky whisper lingered in the air.


    Turning back in bewilderment, she saw the man already upstairs. Ye Lin, who had been watching from a distance, came over and said softly,


    ¡°Zhixing will definitely like your work very much.¡±


    Only then did Ji Sang realize that Fu Yisi had just consented, and she let out a sigh of relief in her heart. Fortunately, she wasn¡¯t being presumptuous earlier.


    Taking out her phone and just about to find the angle, Ye Lin grabbed her hand,


    ¡°Ah Shang, we have a DSLR at home.¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡±


    She was somewhat surprised, as, to her knowledge, no one in the Fu Family was fond of photography. As if seeing Ji Sang¡¯s confusion, Ye Lin added softly,


    ¡°It was prepared specially for you, originally intended as your birthday gift. Now it can come in handy. Ah Shang, do you want to come and see?¡±


    ¡°Okay.¡±


    It wasn¡¯t until Ji Sang saw that DSLR that she realized how much thought her mother-in-law had put into it.


    Sigma 200-500mm f/2.8 EX DG, priced at over 200,000, a lens that photographers could only hope to encounter at international photography exhibitions.


    It was produced in limited quantities, and even wealthy individuals who wanted to buy this lens needed to rely on luck. She had been fortunate to see it once before, but unfortunately, at that time her savings were insufficient, and when she went looking for it later, it had already been sold.


    But now, here, in the Fu Family, she saw this dream lens.


    Ji Sang¡¯s heart quivered, looking up at Ye Lin in disbelief,


    ¡°Mom?¡±


    Ye Lin simply patted her hand gently,


    ¡°Do you like it?¡±


    ¡°I love it!¡±


    Ji Sang nodded vigorously. How could she not like it? She had never expected such a fantastic gift this year.


    With slightly warm eyes, Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help but step forward and hug Ye Lin,


    ¡°Mom, thank you.¡±


    Ye Lin smiled, gently patting her back,


    ¡°Silly child, we are a family, no need for thanks. Let¡¯s go outside, let me also see what our Ah Shang looks like when she¡¯s taking photos.¡±


    When the two of them went out, Fu Jue, who had originally gone to his room to rest, also stopped in his tracks,


    ¡°I would also like to see what Ah Shang looks like when she¡¯s taking photos.¡±


    Ji Sang smiled, turning her head toward the staircase, but she didn¡¯t see Fu Yisi¡¯s figure; her eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed again.


    Well, she¡¯d show him the finished product later.


    Whether it was her first time using this lens, or the presence of two onlookers, or perhaps¡­ the special significance of this work, Ji Sang felt for the first time that her photography skills and talent were somewhat inadequate.


    She took many shots, but could find flaws in each one, until her hand holding the DSLR trembled slightly. Ye Lin suddenly stepped forward, stopping her movements.


    ¡°Ah Shang, that¡¯s enough.¡±


    How much this child must want to capture a perfect work.


    But Ji Sang just curled the corner of her mouth, looking up instinctively, and Fu Yisi¡¯s figure entered her field of vision. Her eyesight was good enough to see that Fu Yisi was looking at the bouquet of roses.


    Ji Sang shrugged her shoulders, taking the initiative to look away,


    ¡°Mom, one last photo.¡±


    Click.


    Ji Sang finally captured the scene she was most satisfied with today.


    Almost the moment Ji Sang put down the DSLR, Ye Lin pulled her to sit on the sofa and started pinching her arm,


    ¡°Does it feel sore?¡±


    Ji Sang didn¡¯t speak, and instead looked up toward the staircase on the second floor. Seeing this, Ye Lin let go of her hand, her eyebrows rising slightly as she exchanged a knowing look with Fu Jue; then the two found an excuse to return to their room.


    In the spacious living room, Ji Sang remained alone, her neck craned, looking at Fu Yisi on the second floor. The two of them gazed silently at each other, silently contemplating, until¡­


    ¡°Ah Jiu!¡±


    Ji Sang couldn¡¯t help it; she sneezed. But once you sneeze, you can¡¯t help but sneeze again and again. Ji Sang¡¯s face turned horrible instantly, the sensation akin to a volcanic eruption was indescribable.

 Chapter 45 - Chapter 45: Chapter 24 Princess Carry_2

    Chapter 45: Chapter 24 Princess Carry_2


    Fu Yisi upstairs heard the noise and finally came down.


    He looked at the pale-faced woman on the sofa with a stern face, reached out to feel her forehead temperature, and his lips tightened.


    ¡°A bit of a low fever.¡±


    The man let go of her hand and was about to pull Ji Sang up.


    ¡°Wait, wait, wait.¡±


    Ji Sang hurriedly spoke and stretched out her hand to stop him.


    ¡°Just let me take a moment.¡±


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyebrows furrowed deeply.


    ¡°Take a moment for what?¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    ¡°Just¡­ just wait a bit, please.¡±


    This time, the flow seemed unusually heavy and more painful than usual. Ji Sang admitted once again that dousing herself with cold water that night was foolish. Not only did she give herself a fever, but she also caused her period to come early.


    Ji Sang sat for a minute, and Fu Yisi waited beside her for that minute.


    ¡°Where do we need to go?¡±


    Although she asked this, Ji Sang still used Fu Yisi¡¯s arm to force herself up. It was then that Fu Yisi saw a stain on her light-colored pants.


    Fu Yisi fell silent for a moment, and when he realized what it was, his already furrowed brows tightened even more.


    ¡°Your period started? Why didn¡¯t you say anything?¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s eyelashes trembled, and after dissecting Fu Yisi¡¯s words one by one, her face was flushed with embarrassment and she hung her head low, unwilling to meet Fu Yisi¡¯s righteous, questioning gaze.


    Why should she tell him about her period?


    Does this man even understand the concept of privacy!


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t expect to get any answer from her; his face was tense, his lips tightly pursed. He turned his arm about to grab Ji Sang forcibly and just as he was about to pull her along, Ji Sang¡¯s body uncontrollably sank down, and her complexion grew even paler.


    Menstrual pain was truly unbearable, so much so that Ji Sang couldn¡¯t worry about whether it was embarrassing or not; she just wanted to curl up and try to alleviate the wrenching pain.


    Ji Sang broke into a cold sweat and struggled to lift her head and part her lips to ask for a bit more time, but before she could, the man quickly bent down and his strong arms scooped her knees effortlessly lifting her up.


    Into the princess-carry position that every girl dreams of.


    Despite being 165cm tall and considered relatively tall among girls, she still felt tiny in Fu Yisi¡¯s arms, even as she clutched her abdomen tightly, there was no feeling of falling.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s embrace was very warm and gave a sense of security.


    The man carried Ji Sang upstairs to the bedroom, and directly into the bathroom attached inside. He put Ji Sang down and then busied himself with adjusting the water temperature of the showerhead.


    ¡°The bath is not suitable during your period, just rinse with hot water first, I¡¯ll get your clothes later.¡±


    After saying that, he placed the showerhead in Ji Sang¡¯s hand, stepped his long legs out, and left the bathroom.


    Ji Sang slowly bowed her head, looking at the thing in her palm, a warm current flowed from the tip of her heart.


    She hadn¡¯t expected Fu Yisi to realize she was experiencing menstrual pain.


    But when Ji Sang took off her clothes and saw the stain on her pants, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her brain, leaving her dazed.


    ¡°¡­¡±


    No wonder Fu Yisi had brought her straight to the bathroom.


    Ji Sang raised her head covering her face, why was she always so clumsy in front of Fu Yisi?


    Fu Yisi, who acted quickly, held clothes and stood outside the door, but not hearing any sound from inside, he thought the woman was in too much pain to even finish rinsing.


    ¡°Ji Sang?¡±


    His voice was somewhat gruff, and even Fu Yisi couldn¡¯t understand this sudden irritation.


    Getting no response, Fu Yisi¡¯s expression darkened, and he raised his hand to knock on the door.


    ¡°Ji Sang, speak up, otherwise I¡¯m coming in.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t!¡­¡±


    Ji Sang panicked inside the bathroom; she was completely naked, how could she let him in!


    Fu Yisi pursed his lips,


    ¡°Can you manage alone? Do you need¡­ my help?¡±


    ¡°I can!¡±


    Ji Sang immediately responded,


    How could she not? It¡¯s just boiling water, she¡¯d grit her teeth and bear it! And how could she let him come in to help!


    Ji Sang did not turn back because she could feel Fu Yisi standing right at the door, the frosted texture of the door completely outlined his figure. This was indeed very challenging, and it felt extremely strange.


    She conversed in this weird way with Fu Yisi, who was only a door away, wearing not a stitch.


    Finally, from Ji Sang¡¯s flustered yet resolute answer, Fu Yisi realized the woman¡¯s shyness and embarrassment.


    He twitched the corner of his mouth; after all, he was a doctor, already thoroughly familiar with the human body. Moreover, menstrual pain wasn¡¯t something unspeakable.


    Massaging his sore brows, Fu Yisi whispered,


    ¡°I¡¯ve placed your pajamas at the door.¡±


    ¡°Uh¡­ okay, just put them on top of the cabinet, I can reach it.¡±


    Fu Yisi understood her implications and raised his eyebrows, given her current condition, he didn¡¯t feel like teasing her,


    ¡°Mhm.¡±


    Half a minute later, Ji Sang dared to turn her head back inside the bathroom, and after hearing no sound from Fu Yisi, she breathed a sigh of relief.


    ¡°It¡¯s so embarrassing.¡±


    ¡­


    Fu Yisi went downstairs, directly into the kitchen, searched but couldn¡¯t find what he needed.


    Hearing the noise, Ye Lin came over,


    ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Hungry?¡±


    Fu Yisi shook his head,


    ¡°Mom, where¡¯s the brown sugar?¡±


    Ye Lin gave him a skeptical look,


    ¡°Why do you need brown sugar?¡±


    However, after asking, Ye Lin already had the answer in her mind. Why would a grown man need brown sugar? It must be for Ah Shang.


    ¡°Is it Ah Shang¡¯s period?¡±


    ¡°Mhm.¡±


    Fu Yisi stepped aside to let Ye Lin pass,


    ¡°She¡¯s in a bit of pain.¡±


    Pausing a moment, the man recalled Ji Sang¡¯s pale face, then added,


    ¡°It¡¯s very painful.¡±


    Ye Lin¡¯s eyes were full of pity,


    ¡°That girl, insisting on taking so many photos when she¡¯s not feeling well.¡±


    She said this with a meaningful look at Fu Yisi.


    Fu Yisi:¡­


    ¡°Here, the brown sugar is here, it¡¯s best to add some ginger shreds.¡±


    Ye Lin also found the ginger shreds, clearly intending for Fu Yisi to cook it himself.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t refuse, put on a somewhat childish apron, found gloves and put them on, then asked in a low voice,


    ¡°What are the steps?¡±


    Ye Lin was somewhat surprised that Fu Yisi was willing to cook brown sugar ginger tea for Ji Sang and raised her eyebrows, her mouth couldn¡¯t hide her joy,


    ¡°Son, are you and Ah Shang¡­ getting along quite well?¡±


    What Ye Lin originally meant to ask was whether the two had sparked any romantic flames, but she changed her phrasing at the last moment.

 Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: Chapter 25: The Thought of Falling in Love Emerges

    Chapter 46: Chapter 25: The Thought of Falling in Love Emerges


    When Ji Sang emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks were flushed. She had just found personal hygiene products beneath that pile of clothes, and she knew without doubt that they were prepared by Fu Yisi.


    This matter, intimate enough to border on privacy, evoked an unknown feeling in her. She felt somewhat lost, yet there was also a hint of joy.


    It was like touching a whole new, wondrous world.


    Thud thud-


    The knock on the door pulled Ji Sang back from her thoughts, her gaze shifting to the door with some confusion. When had Fu Yisi started knocking before entering the bedroom?


    Without overthinking it, Ji Sang went to open the door, only to discover it was Ye Lin.


    ¡°Mom?¡±


    ¡°Xiao Si made brown sugar ginger tea for you, told me to come over when it was time. He¡¯s stepped out but will be back soon. Ah Shang, after you finish drinking, rest well. You two stay here today, and I will make your favorite dishes for dinner tonight.¡±


    After she spoke, she left as if she had completed a task.


    Ji Sang blinked, recalling the words her mother-in-law had just said.


    Fu Yisi made her brown sugar ginger tea?


    Instinctively turning her head, sure enough, she saw the steaming bowl on the small table.


    Suddenly, Ji Sang¡¯s nose tingled and her eyes grew warm. Fu Yisi truly was a good and responsible husband, one who still thought to take care of her on this day of his own deep sorrow.


    So good that it made her feel ashamed¡­


    Until now, she had never really been a good wife to him.


    She recalled how she hadn¡¯t even told him in advance when she announced in front of everyone that she was going abroad for location scouting, gone for half a year.


    Just as Ji Sang was berating herself for not adjusting her attitude sooner, Fu Yisi returned, raising an eyebrow at the woman who was sipping the ginger tea mouthful by mouthful.


    ¡°Doesn¡¯t taste good?¡±


    Ji Sang jumped in fright, tilting her head back to look at Fu Yisi, who had come in unnoticed, glaring at him.


    ¡°You walk so silently?¡±


    Her tone unintentionally whiny.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s lips curved into a slight smile, looking down at the more than half the ginger tea still left in her bowl, he placed the things he bought on the low table, then crouched to sit across from Ji Sang, glancing at her lightly.


    ¡°Even if it doesn¡¯t taste good, you have to finish it.¡±


    Ji Sang:¡­.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t say it tasted bad, I was just¡­ thinking about some things.¡±


    The man seemed skeptical, his chin lifting slightly.


    ¡°It¡¯s going to get cold.¡±


    His voice was clearly light, but Ji Sang heard a hint of determination, even threat.


    ¡°I told you I didn¡¯t think it tasted bad¡­¡±


    Ji Sang mumbled, then in one breath finished all the remaining ginger tea in the bowl, not leaving a drop, and raised the empty bowl, her eyebrows proudly lifted.


    She looked just like a child eager to prove herself right.


    Fu Yisi softly chuckled, leaned over to take a paper napkin, and wiped the woman¡¯s mouth corner.


    ¡°Dirty girl.¡±


    His tone was full of distaste, yet his actions were gentle.


    Ji Sang¡¯s body immediately stiffened, not daring to move an inch.


    Through the softness of the paper towel, she could feel the coolness of the man¡¯s fingertips. When his fingers slid over her mouth corner, an unusual sensation instantly invaded the cells of her entire body, starting from the spine and spreading tingly feelings everywhere.


    After Fu Yisi drew his hand away, Ji Sang subconsciously placed her own hand where he had just touched.


    His hand was cold, but the skin at her mouth corner was now scorchingly hot, searing into her heart.


    Thump thump, thump thump, thump


    Ji Sang couldn¡¯t control the chaotic beating of her heart, her lips slightly parted, staring blankly at the man sitting across from her.


    He seemed to be saying something, but she could only hear her own heart pounding like a drum.


    Seeing Ji Sang¡¯s reaction, Fu Yisi¡¯s brows knitted, and his eyes cooled down, retracting his hand.


    His gesture a moment ago had been an unconscious reaction. When he came back to his senses, his hand had touched the woman¡¯s lips, soft and tender, and he had not resisted sliding his finger across them deliberately.


    He knew such intimacy was too much, perhaps too intimate for their current relationship. But seeing Ji Sang¡¯s reaction, his heart was still entangled with a faint emotion.


    It was itchy, somewhat painfully so.


    Fu Yisi had a mania for cleanliness. He would always wash his hands twice with disinfectant after examining patients or performing surgery. But at that moment, his hand rested naturally on his knee, thumb and forefinger absentmindedly rubbing against each other.


    ¡°Rest up and put this on.¡±


    Noticing the woman¡¯s face turning pale again, the man resumed his usual indifferent expression and spoke. Then rose to his feet, not intending to stay in the room.

 Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: Chapter 25: The Thought of Falling in Love Emerges_2

    Chapter 47: Chapter 25: The Thought of Falling in Love Emerges_2


    Ji Sang saw him stand up, looking clueless, and she followed suit.


    ¡°Where are you going?¡±


    Obviously, she hadn¡¯t taken in what Fu Yisi had just said.


    Fu Yisi didn¡¯t turn around, only leaving behind two words,


    ¡°Study room¡±


    Then he opened the door and left.


    Ji Sang stood there for a long time until her stomach began to hurt again before she slowly sat down. It was only then that she noticed the bag on the table.


    After a moment of hesitation, Ji Sang still reached out and took the bag.


    Inside were all sorts of warm baby pads, different brands, different sizes, dozens of them.


    Even if she used them every day during her period, she couldn¡¯t use them all up, let alone, she only used them in winter, and it was already early summer.


    Nevertheless, Ji Sang obediently picked up a pad and stuck it on her stomach. Her periods made her easily weary, but today she lay in bed for a very long time and still couldn¡¯t fall asleep.


    She kept thinking about the racing heartbeat she experienced earlier.


    Strangely, from childhood to adulthood, she never had the thought of finding someone to accompany her and chat merrily with. Even when the Ji Family adopted her and she turned out to be a beautiful and well-cultured girl, even when there were many excellent boys in school chasing after her.


    She never had a single thought about romance.


    She was a child abandoned by her biological parents, having no expectations of family at that time, yet she was so fortunate to be adopted by the Ji Family, she dared not ask for more.


    Initially, she agreed to the arranged meeting and married Fu Yisi, also because of her parents; she didn¡¯t want them to worry about her, she wanted to continue maintaining the harmonious happiness of their family of three.


    It can be said that in this union with Fu Yisi, she hadn¡¯t harbored any illusions from the start.


    However, her in-laws treated her as if she were their own daughter, and even the normally cold-hearted Fu Yisi was fulfilling his husbandly duties and caring for her, allowing her to feel his concern, and sometimes, she could detect a slight doting.


    She had already harbored the intention to live well with Fu Yisi and manage this small family. And now, just at that moment earlier, she suddenly had the thought of being in love with Fu Yisi!


    Ji Sang couldn¡¯t sleep, finally took out her phone and spilled all her feelings from the past few days to Su Ge. She urgently needed someone to help her analyze, but after waiting a long time, she got no response from Su Ge.


    ¡­.


    During dinner, Ji Sang was woken up by Ye Lin. Fu Yisi had received a sudden call from the hospital and had to rush there.


    ¡°It must be a tricky patient, usually Xiao Si would turn off his phone on this day, but this time Old Han called me, he had to go.¡±


    ¡°Old Han?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s their hospital Dean. Our two families are on good terms. He just praised you over the phone.¡±


    Ji Sang nodded slightly.


    No wonder during the meeting yesterday, she always felt Dean Han looked at her with a kind gaze. So that was the reason.


    After dinner, Ji Sang went back to her room alone, and before going to sleep, she took a hot bath.


    When Fu Yisi came back, it was already midnight.


    He had initially not planned to return to the old house, but thinking about Ji Sang who didn¡¯t sleep well, he quickly hurried over.


    Indeed, as soon as he entered the room, he saw Ji Sang curled up in bed, the blanket nowhere in sight.


    What was worse, the balcony window was not closed.


    The nighttime wind was cool, and Fu Yisi with a stern face found the blanket under the bed and covered it over her. Just as he was about to get up to wash up, the originally sound-asleep woman suddenly moved, opened her eyes drowsily, and grabbed his sleeve,


    ¡°You¡¯re back¡±


    Her voice still carried the laziness of not fully waking up.


    Hearing these four words after a busy night, Fu Yisi surprisingly relaxed quite a bit; he took Ji Sang¡¯s hand and placed it under the blanket,


    ¡°Mhmm, I¡¯m back.¡±


    Ji Sang snuggled closer to his side of the bed, wanting to be nearer to him,


    ¡°Mum said the patient was very tricky¡­¡±


    She obviously wanted to show concern for his work, but ultimately couldn¡¯t fight off her drowsiness, her voice growing fainter.


    Fu Yisi¡¯s eyes and expression suddenly softened, and he pushed a strand of hair away from her mouth.


    He seemed to have felt what his father described as the harbor called home.


    It really could relieve all fatigue.


    ¡ª¡ª


    The next day, Fu Yisi returned to the hospital early; Ji Sang woke up thinking that Fu Yisi hadn¡¯t come back at all. Feeling much better, after breakfast, she left the Fu family home with her SLR camera in hand.


    She didn¡¯t head back to their shared Yujing Villa with Fu Yisi, instead, she went to a rather secluded alley.


    This alley retained its features from the 1990s, the words ¡°Old Alley¡± were filled with endless charm.


    Ji Sang was very familiar with the place, swiftly finding a small shop.


    Casually knocking a few times on the door, she heard no response, which wasn¡¯t surprising to her, and she pushed the door open directly.


    The small reception room outside was empty, the owner was not there. Ji Sang raised an eyebrow and lifted the cloth curtain to walk inside.


    It was a courtyard house-like design inside, divided into a work area and a living area.


    Ji Sang saw that the work room was curtained off, the door tightly shut, so she casually sat on the edge of a flower bed in the courtyard, picked up her SLR, and examined yesterday¡¯s results.


    Dozens of photographs.


    Ji Sang flipped through them several times, still feeling that the last photo she took best suited her mood. While Ji Sang was admiring it, a lazy voice rang from behind,


    ¡°Who is this rule-breaker? The owner hasn¡¯t given permission, and yet you just walked in?¡±


    Ji Sang raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the still sleepy Min Yunwen, asking,


    ¡°Master Min, did you stay up all night?¡±


    Only then did Min Yunwen lift his eyelids, seeing it was Ji Sang and showed no surprise.


    ¡°Oh, Photographer Ji, huh?¡±


    Master Min was about to tease her about remembering to return to the country but suddenly saw the SLR in her hand, his eyes widened in an instant,


    ¡°!!!!!!! How did you manage to buy that?!¡±

 Chapter 48 - Chapter 48: Chapter 26: What, Bullying the Few with Many?

    Chapter 48: Chapter 26: What, Bullying the Few with Many?


    Min Yunwen is the owner of this photo development store, 29 years old, and met Ji Sang four years ago. At that time, Ji Sang was still a somewhat famous university student photographer domestically, but Min Yunwen was already well-known across the country.


    Their acquaintance was accidental.


    She had high standards for works, be it the initial photography or the subsequent development, she sought perfection.


    Initially, she visited many shops but always felt each was somewhat a compromise, until she stumbled upon Min Yunwen¡¯s shop.


    At that time, Min Yunwen had just taken over.


    Ji Sang initially did not realize that he was the famed genius Min Yunwen from the domestic circles. Until once by chance, she noticed a photo he had developed.


    Its style was extremely similar to Min Yunwen¡¯s.


    She was thrilled, being able to develop photos in the same shop as a great god! She immediately asked the man if that piece was Min Yunwen¡¯s work and if he had contact information.


    Unexpectedly, the man yawned, tears forming from the corner of his eyes, tilted his chin slightly, and looked at her impatiently


    ¡°What do you want with me?¡±


    That was when Ji Sang realized that the owner of the shop was none other than Min Yunwen himself.


    Both individuals were immensely talented in photography; even though Ji Sang was only 20 at the time, her works were thoughtful. Perhaps in some areas, their thoughts aligned, and Min Yunwen was not as antisocial as rumors in the circles suggested.


    However, between the two, one disliked interacting with people, and the other was not adept at it. Thus, their relationship remained in a state that was neither unfamiliar nor close.


    In talking about a rare lens she held, Ji Sang raised her eyebrows slightly,


    ¡°Jealous, right? This was gifted by my mother-in-law.¡±


    ¡°Tsk, an early marriage has its perks.¡±


    Min Yunwen is a staunch non-marrying type; at 29 not to mention dating, there wasn¡¯t even a female creature nearby. Ji Sang was an exception. After all, meeting someone with whom you could have meaningful conversations was truly rare.


    Seeing the lens, Min Yunwen swept away his fatigue, sat down next to Ji Sang, and reached out to take it for a closer look. But Ji Sang suddenly recalled an incident from two years ago.


    At that time, Min Yunwen had a lens she particularly liked; she would unconsciously glance at his collection room whenever she visited, and once couldn¡¯t resist asking to study it, but he outright refused mercilessly.


    So, Ji Sang withdrew her hand.


    Min Yunwen:¡­


    His fingers clawed at the air twice, he pursed his lips, noting Ji Sang¡¯s meaningful gaze, and also remembered the incident from two years ago.


    Min Yunwen pursed his lips, his face incredulous,


    ¡°No way, Ji Sang, it¡¯s been so long, you still remember?¡±


    Ji Sang hummed lightly,


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I won¡¯t let you, but you need to do me a favor.¡±


    Min Yunwen pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, didn¡¯t think twice, and waved his hand,


    ¡°Alright, I agree, let me take a look.¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s hand still retracted a bit,


    ¡°That easy?¡±


    In her impression, Min Yunwen was not someone who easily agreed to others¡¯ requests; it was said he had been taken advantage of when younger.


    Min Yunwen clicked his tongue loudly, lifting his head to look at Ji Sang, his face unapologetically disdainful,


    ¡°What else could it be, just developing photos, right? Ask for whatever precision you need.¡±


    ¡°Promise, you said it.¡±


    Ji Sang handed over the DSLR, and only when Min Yunwen had taken it completely did she dare to let go,


    ¡°Be careful.¡±


    Min Yunwen didn¡¯t look up, joyfully examining the item in his hand.


    He scrutinized it for five or six minutes, but he showed no desire to use it.


    Ji Sang raised her eyebrows,


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to try it?¡±


    Min Yunwen¡¯s gaze paused, the smile on his lips faded a bit, and his hands stopped moving,


    ¡°What¡¯s there to try?¡±


    Having said that, he simply returned it to Ji Sang.


    Taking it back, Ji Sang thought about how he had almost produced no works in the past two years and cautiously asked,


    ¡°Are you really thinking of quitting?¡±


    In the past six months, there had already been rumors in the circles that Min Yunwen would no longer engage in photography. She didn¡¯t quite believe it, but in these two years, Min Yunwen truly had not produced much, always staying in the shop.


    Min Yunwen nodded straightforwardly,


    ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s not interesting, I¡¯ve fallen out of love with it.¡±


    Ji Sang:¡­.


    She suddenly didn¡¯t know how to respond. His eyes clearly sparkled when he saw that lens, how could he possibly have fallen out of love?


    Min Yunwen was truly tired, yawning several times,


    ¡°Leave the photo, I¡¯ll handle it when I have time.¡±


    C

 Chapter 49 - Chapter 49: Chapter 26: What, Bullying the Few with Many?_2

    Chapter 49: Chapter 26: What, Bullying the Few with Many?_2


    ¡°No, I¡¯m in a hurry.¡±


    Min Yunwen paused in his steps, without turning back,


    ¡°Then you should find someone else.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­.


    ¡°¡­You need to hurry.¡±


    Min Yunwen responded to Ji Sang with a big yawn, then disappeared into the doorway.


    Ji Sang sighed in relief, knowing he had agreed and finally left.


    Since she started working at the TV station, she hadn¡¯t aimlessly walked the streets for days, seeking either the accidental beauty or the darkness.


    Fu Yisi must still be busy at the hospital, and she had an afternoon to herself.


    Ji Sang knew S city very well. Because of her childhood interests, she had uncovered every intriguing street and every mysterious Old Alley, even some obscure corners she could find.


    The more secluded and quiet places were her favorite.


    Many times, these places ignored by the world could reveal pure beauty or sheer evil.


    But along the way, she always noticed the florists on each street, unconsciously peering inside for Red Roses.


    Sometimes, life is just like that. It seems aimless, but later you realize that you¡¯ve subconsciously engaged in what has been deeply worried about.


    Fu Yisi left a profound impression on Ji Sang the day before.


    Ji Sang bought a red rose, randomly picked a spot to sit. The sky was crisply clear, even the sunlight was beautifully radiant, accentuating the charm of the red rose, making it even more dazzling.


    Staring at it for a long time, Ji Sang had a sudden thought.


    Her aunt was a famous reporter, so her whereabouts could certainly be traced. The Fu Family, being influential, she believed Fu Yisi must have put a lot of effort into searching for her aunt¡¯s whereabouts.


    She could help too, from a photographer¡¯s perspective.


    Over the years, to capture the rare beauties of the world, she developed her own search system and information sources. Although not a reporter, she irrefutably shared some qualities with her aunt.


    For example, a mutual detest for world¡¯s vileness.


    Ji Sang stood up and didn¡¯t sit back down. Since she needed to help find her aunt, she inevitably had to gather her previous reports.


    Especially from just before she disappeared¡­


    Ji Sang casually entered a cybercafe and took the most secluded spot. She typed ¡°Fu Zhixing,¡± eagerly wanting to learn about this unfamiliar aunt.


    However, none of the pages that emerged listed her profession as a reporter.


    Clearly, Fu Zhixing¡¯s information had been deliberately erased. Ji Sang frowned slightly, deducing from her circumstances that it was probably her father©\in©\law¡¯s doing.


    Her hand lightly tapped on the table.


    The information wasn¡¯t hard to obtain, but she had to ask Fu Yisi, meaning she had to give him a reason.


    Yet, she didn¡¯t want Fu Yisi to find out.


    She wasn¡¯t sure if she could unearth anything from sixteen years ago.


    She had personal motives; if she could find any traces, she wanted to present them as a surprise to Fu Yisi as compensation for her previous ungracious attitude.


    Ji Sang directly went to the news website of S city, listing all the news events that could be traced back to sixteen years ago.


    Time had passed, and the information was fragmented. Ji Sang spent the entire afternoon and found nothing valuable.


    Blinking her dry eyes, Ji Sang glanced at the time:


    Half past five


    She would need to rush back to Yujing Apartment, get dinner ready as Fu Yisi should be returning soon.


    Thinking of this, Ji Sang quickly packed her belongings, ready to leave.


    As she was about to exit, however, she heard arguing sounds outside.


    Dirty and embarrassing words filled her ears, making Ji Sang instinctively frown.


    Leading the group was a yellow-haired thug, evident by his attire and behavior typical of the street riffraff.


    ¡°What the hell are you doing here without money? Freeloading, eh? Nice clothes though, can¡¯t cough up a few bucks? Tch, the pretty boy sure looks handsome, escaped from which rich lady, huh? Tell me, maybe I can help you out.¡±


    Following his words, the yellow-haired man laughed arrogantly, and his followers laughed noisily.


    Ji Sang frowned deeper, looking towards the person they were surrounding. She expected to see a weaker-looking boy, easy to bully. But observing the person with a slightly lifted chin, half-open eyes, his defiant demeanor, and¡­ the high-end custom clothing,


    she thought, this yellow-haired had picked the wrong fight.


    This was likely a rich young master out experiencing life.


    The attire could be a disguise, but that inherent spoiled demeanor couldn¡¯t be faked. Clearly a pampered rich young master from birth.


    Sure enough, the young master snorted,


    ¡°Shall I introduce you to a few? But, with your pathetic look, I doubt those old ladies would even spare you a glance.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­.


    Ruthless indeed.


    The yellow-haired guy paused momentarily, then his face turned furious,


    ¡°F**k your mother, what did you say?¡±


    With that, he swung his fist towards the young master¡¯s face, only for the seemingly fragile young master to effortlessly catch it, his expression turning fierce,


    ¡°Who are you cursing?¡±


    Immediately after, he punched the yellow-haired man in the face.


    The punch was fierce, dropping the yellow-haired to the ground.


    That¡¯s when the brawl started. Other patrons in the internet cafe had already fled, the owner, afraid of trouble, stayed back and did not come out, leaving only Ji Sang to watch with relish.


    Although the yellow-haired man had five or six people on his side, the young master stood alone.


    Ji Sang thought for a moment, carefully placed her bag in a safe location, rolled up her sleeves, stretched her stiff neck, and spoke out,


    ¡°What, ganging up on him?¡±

 Chapter 50 - Chapter 50: Chapter 27: Something Happened to Dr. Fu

    Chapter 50: Chapter 27: Something Happened to Dr. Fu


    ¡°`


    It¡¯s odd, Ji Sang¡¯s voice wasn¡¯t loud, but the tense group of men all heard her, including that rich young master.


    Surrounded by a bunch of people, Ling Yuxuan turned his head towards Ji Sang when he heard her voice, raising an eyebrow, feeling that he had seen Ji Sang somewhere before, somewhat familiar.


    ¡°Stupid bitch, mind your own business.¡±


    The blonde spat in Ji Sang¡¯s direction; though she dodged in time, she felt nauseous just thinking about the man¡¯s spit flying towards her.


    She wasn¡¯t a germaphobe, but she still found it disgusting.


    Photography isn¡¯t a path just anyone can take, it requires talent, financial resources, and the photographer must have good physical strength. Plus, due to some bad experiences when she was younger and her parents¡¯ worries, she had learned Taekwondo for two years.


    Her rank wasn¡¯t high, but it was more than enough to handle these seemingly tough but actually weak thugs.


    Ji Sang threw a glance at the rich young master and then promptly picked up a small chair nearby.


    She was on her period, so she¡¯d rather not kick if she didn¡¯t have to.


    Ling Yuxuan caught Ji Sang¡¯s glance, with a flash of shiny surprise in his eyes. He didn¡¯t know this woman; why would she interfere? Was she missing a screw? Besides, he had learned some martial arts himself and he didn¡¯t believe he couldn¡¯t take down these few guys.


    However¡­ the ideal is beautiful, but reality is cruel.


    Just as Ling Yuxuan raised his fist and swung at several people, and Ji Sang slammed the chair to the ground, grabbing a thug¡¯s leg, Blonde whipped out a knife from nowhere.


    The knife¡¯s blade was sharp and gleamed with white light, with Ling Yuxuan instinctively protecting his face first.


    ¡°Woc, if it¡¯s a fight, just fight, why take out a knife? If you scar my face, I¡¯ll kill you,¡±


    he said imposingly but cowardly stepped back a few paces.


    Ji Sang narrowed her eyes and slowly walked toward Blonde, who shouted when he noticed her movement,


    ¡°Don¡¯t think I won¡¯t dare to kill you guys.¡±


    His knife-hand, however, was shaking, making his words lack any deterrent power. Ji Sang continued to move forward. She may look rather innocent, with clear eyes, but when she put on a cold face and looked indifferently at people, those beautiful eyes seemed to pierce right into the soul.


    Blonde glanced at her and stepped back unconsciously, but the thugs behind him blocked his retreat, forcing him to step forward awkwardly and shake his knife,


    ¡°Stupid bitch, I really will kill you.¡±


    The knife was only centimeters away from Ji Sang. Ling Yuxuan was startled,


    ¡°Hey, lady, don¡¯t you bump into the knife!¡±


    The young master covered his face with one hand and attempted to pull Ji Sang to him. It was at this very moment that Blonde¡¯s knife suddenly directed straight towards Ling Yuxuan¡¯s unprotected face.


    Ling Yuxuan: !!!!!!


    Ji Sang¡¯s expression darkened, and with a quick two-step run-up, she kicked the knife out of Blonde¡¯s hand.


    ¡°Ah!¡±


    Blonde cried out in pain, grabbing his wrist and crouching down.


    His partners, seeing how fierce Ji Sang was and knowing she had some martial arts skills, started to shy away from the minor dispute. The young thugs, already frightened by the knife, legged it at that moment. Later, two who still had some ¡®loyalty¡¯ ran back, dragging Blonde away one on each side.


    Ji Sang bent down to pick up the knife from the ground, placing it on the counter. The previously silent caf¨¦ owner finally came out from the back and after seeing the broken chair on the floor and the gleaming knife on the counter, he swallowed hard,


    ¡°Should¡­ should I call the police?¡±


    Hearing this, Ji Sang gave him a sidelong glance,


    ¡°As a boss, you allowed someone with a knife in and hid when trouble arose, and now you¡¯re asking me if we should call the police?¡±


    The boss chuckled nervously, his hands fidgeting.


    ¡°Miss¡­ it¡¯s just a small business, you know.¡±


    Ji Sang: ¡­.


    She turned to look at the young master still stunned in place, her brows slightly furrowed.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡±


    Her distance estimation was quite accurate; in theory, she hadn¡¯t harmed him.


    Ling Yuxuan¡¯s eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly got agitated, pointing at his own face,


    ¡°Just now! Do you know how dangerous that was! The knife nearly missed by a whisker, by just a tiny bit across my face! How could my good-looking face get scratched!¡±


    Ji Sang¡¯s mouth twitched slightly, she bent down and began to tidy up the chair she had just shattered,


    ¡°Just now, if I didn¡¯t kick, he would still have lunged at your face with the knife, maybe it wouldn¡¯t have been just a whisker away.¡±


    Hearing this, Ling Yuxuan¡¯s body shuddered. What a damned place this internet caf¨¦ was; he would never come here again. If it wasn¡¯t for his parents freezing his credit cards, he wouldn¡¯t have come to this dump. If he knew he¡¯d encounter such an annoying mishap, almost ruining his good looks, he¡¯d rather have fled to Brother¡¯s side.


    ¡°`

 Chapter 51 - Chapter 51: Chapter 27: Trouble at Dr. Fus Side_2

    Chapter 51: Chapter 27: Trouble at Dr. Fu¡¯s Side_2


    Although he has been spoiled since childhood, Ling Yuxuan did not turn out bad and still has the expected manners.


    He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking bossy as he watched the woman come out with her bag, but when he spoke, he sounded like a meek little wife, stammering.


    ¡°That¡­ woman, thank you.¡±


    Ji Sang glanced at him indifferently, not saying a word. That kick from before had strained her stomach, and it was hurting a bit now.


    The two of them had barely reached the door when the boss suddenly said,


    ¡°Handsome guy, you haven¡¯t paid for your internet time yet!¡±


    Ling Yuxuan: ¡­


    Ji Sang: ¡­


    The young master started freaking out. It was the first time he faced such an awkward situation concerning money. How could he not feel wronged?


    ¡°I¡¯m rich, I could buy a hundred of your run-down internet cafes in a single breath!¡±


    The boss chuckled, clearly not believing Ling Yuxuan¡¯s words.


    ¡°Oh, then young master, please settle the internet fee. It¡¯s not much, just fifty yuan.¡±


    Ling Yuxuan¡¯s face stiffened. Of course, he knew fifty yuan wasn¡¯t much! But he couldn¡¯t use his card right now! And as for cash, he had never touched that stuff.


    So there stood the rich young master, lips pursed straight, glancing at Ji Sang beside him.


    ¡°That¡­ woman, could you help a person out to the end?¡±


    Ji Sang frowned, enduring the pain as she stepped forward to scan the QR code, transferring one hundred yuan.


    ¡°The rest is compensation. Boss, your shop doesn¡¯t seem very regulated.¡±


    With that, Ji Sang promptly left.


    Having been held up so long, she wasn¡¯t sure if she could finish cooking before Fu Yisi returned. Ji Sang did not drive herself; she was sent by the Fu Family¡¯s driver.


    This time, reaching the street corner, Ji Sang saw a taxi, just about to hail it, when she noticed a child¡¯s head poking out from the green belt beside.


    With a jolt of shock, ignoring the pain in her belly, she quickly went over and picked up the child, who was still squatting by the roadside. Luckily, the taxi driver also noticed the situation and slowed down.


    Ji Sang knelt down, ready to give a word of caution when she saw the boy¡¯s face and froze.


    ¡°Xiao Zhi?¡±


    Wasn¡¯t this the boy she met last time at the Third Hospital?


    Xiao Zhi stared at Ji Sang for a long time, as if he finally remembered who she was, and his eyes lit up with a smile.


    ¡°Big sister, what are you doing here?¡±


    Ji Sang looked around in all directions.


    ¡°Xiao Zhi, where are your parents?¡±


    ¡°Dad is at the hospital with mom and my sister, he said they can¡¯t be disturbed, so he asked me to stay here and play by myself.¡±


    ¡°Here? Is your home here?¡±


    The little boy shook his head and pointed in a direction.


    ¡°No, dad and I are staying in a hotel.¡±


    Following his direction, Ji Sang indeed saw a hotel.


    ¡°Then Xiao Zhi, how about we go to the hotel? It¡¯s very dangerous by the roadside.¡±


    Ji Sang coaxed the child to the hotel, asked the front desk to help call Xiao Zhi¡¯s father, and without waiting for long, Xiao Zhi¡¯s father returned.


    This time seeing him closer than at the Third Hospital, Ji Sang saw his face more clearly and found it ever more familiar. But she couldn¡¯t remember where she had seen him.


    Ji Sang detailed the situation to Xiao Zhi¡¯s father.


    ¡°Sir, your child is still young, it¡¯s too dangerous for him to stay alone at a hotel.¡±


    Even if he had to go to the hospital to accompany his wife and daughter, he should have arranged a safer place for his son, how could a hotel be appropriate?


    Many times, kidnappings, and trafficking happen due to parents¡¯ negligence.


    The man hurriedly agreed, his face full of fatigue.


    ¡°Miss, how about this, let me treat you to a meal.¡±


    ¡°No need, it was no trouble.¡±


    Ji Sang waved her hand; she was in a hurry to get back and didn¡¯t stay long, but as she left the hotel, she couldn¡¯t help but look back at the father and son.


    That man, where had she seen him before?


    ¡­


    Once home, Ji Sang went straight to the kitchen. Before coming back today, she specifically asked Ye Lin about Fu Yisi¡¯s preferences. Perhaps due to being a doctor, Fu Yisi preferred lighter flavors, which was the opposite of hers.


    But fortunately, Fu Yisi wasn¡¯t picky, which she had observed over the past few days.


    However, these past few days, she really couldn¡¯t handle heavy flavors.


    Then, she should cook something lighter.


    Thinking this, Ji Sang tried to use less oil and salt while cooking. She tasted it midway and couldn¡¯t quite taste anything.


    ¡°Is this light enough?¡±


    ¡°Will Fu Yisi like it?¡±


    ¡°Should I add a bit more?¡±


    ¡°Then it wouldn¡¯t be light anymore, right? Fu Yisi wouldn¡¯t like it.¡±


    ¡°No, why should I care whether he likes it or not?¡±


    Thinking this, Ji Sang reached for the salt but paused just before pouring it.


    ¡°I can only eat lighter these days, so no, I won¡¯t add it.¡±


    And so, Ji Sang put down her hand.


    By the time she served the food, her phone alarm went off. Ji Sang picked up her phone, about to ask Fu Yisi when he would return when she saw a message he had sent half an hour before:


    Fu Yisi: Working overtime, won¡¯t be back tonight.


    Immediately, Ji Sang thought of that troublesome patient and hurriedly sent a message back.


    ¡°Do you want me to bring you food?¡±


    After sending it, she felt that Fu Yisi must be too busy to check his phone, but no sooner had she put it down, her phone received a message.


    Fu Yisi: No need, if you¡¯re feeling unwell, eat well and rest well.


    Ji Sang let it be.


    In the evening, Ji Sang lay in bed with her laptop, intending to process information collected in the afternoon, but her mind kept drifting to Fu Yisi.


    Did he eat dinner?


    Is he still on duty this late?


    Where is he sleeping?


    As she pondered these things, she put the laptop aside, settled into bed to catch some sleep, and surprisingly, fell asleep.


    The next day, Ji Sang woke up somewhat late, made a quick breakfast, and drove her repaired Volvo to the station. She was set to shoot a promotional video at the hospital tomorrow, and today she had to meet and communicate with the entire team.


    The team was the station¡¯s top-notch lineup, and the meeting ran straight through to one in the afternoon. Just when the group was about to go for lunch, Lu Ming came over and called for Ji Sang and Song Xiu.


    Just into the office, Lu Ming said outright,


    ¡°There¡¯s been an incident with Dr. Fu.¡±