Chapter 15 We are about to separate, is it necessary?

Ji Jiaojiao watched Fu Ci Yan carry Wen Nanxi upstairs, her eyes red with hatred.

Wen Nanxi had already filed for divorce, and she even pretended to faint to keep Fu Ci Yan. This was really too much!

If Mrs. Yu hadn't called her today, she wouldn't have known that Wen Nanxi was so despicable.

"Miss Jiaojiao, what should we do now?"

Ji Jiaojiao gritted her teeth. Since she was here, she would not leave easily.

"Go make some brown sugar and longan soup."

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Fu Ci Yan gently placed Wen Nanxi on the bed, poured her a glass of warm water, and skillfully took out the painkillers she usually took from the drawer.

"Open your mouth."

His voice was low and gentle. Wen Nanxi's head was dizzy and she opened her mouth subconsciously.

Fu Ci Yan couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead due to the pain.

She had been recovering well in the past two years, so why has the pain become more and more severe in the past year?

He rubbed his hands to warm them, placed them on Wen Nanxi's lower abdomen, and gently rubbed circles until the person in his arms relaxed his brows, breathed evenly, and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Jiaojiao opened the bedroom door.

"Brother Yan, the brown sugar and longan soup is ready..."

Fu Ciyan turned his head indifferently: "Keep the soup warm, you go out."

"Brother Yan..."

"go out."

Ji Jiaojiao's eyes turned red at that moment and she turned around and ran out.

She had never seen Fu Ci Yan look at someone so affectionately, never.

The resentment and jealousy in her heart were about to devour her, and Ji Jiaojiao was almost going crazy with jealousy.

She suddenly threw the bowl of brown sugar and longan soup to the ground, then fell to the ground with a scream, and then stared at the bedroom door.

Not long after, the door opened. Ji Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to Fu Ciyan with grievance:

"Brother Yan...I accidentally fell down."

Fu Ciyan frowned slightly: "Speak softly, don't disturb Nanxi."

Ji Jiaojiao's teeth were about to break, but she couldn't ruin her innocent personality, so she lowered her head and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Brother Yan. I won't do it again next time."

"Well, you go back first."

Ji Jiaojiao didn't expect Fu Ci Yan to be so cold to her and not care about her at all. Before she went abroad, Fu Ci Yan had always been very good to her.

She blamed all the hatred on Wen Nanxi and continued to show weakness.

"Brother Yan, it hurts so much."

Fu Ciyan looked a little impatient: "Let Sister Yu take a look at you. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital."

Ji Jiaojiao’s ultimate goal is not to go to the hospital. She must find a way to stay in the villa so that she has a chance to drive Wen Nanxi away.

"I'm fine, Brother Yan. You should go and accompany Sister Nanxi. Don't blame her. Her request for divorce was probably just a momentary outburst of anger."

Fu Ci Yan's expression finally looked better and he turned to go into the room.

"Brother Yan, can I stay today? It's already very late, and my ankle is a little painful..."

Fu Ci Yan didn't think much about it. There were plenty of guest rooms in the villa anyway, so he agreed and went back to the bedroom to accompany Wen Nanxi.

He tiptoed onto the bed, took Wen Nanxi into his arms, and placed his hands on her belly to warm her so that she could sleep more comfortably.

Wen Nanxi slept very peacefully this time. Her lower abdomen seemed to be wrapped by something. The constant warmth made her body gradually relax and no longer feel uncomfortable.

She was awakened by the urge to urinate at night. When she opened her eyes, she found herself locked tightly in his arms. The familiar cold fragrance came from her nose, which made her emotions surge again.

When she was in junior high school, Wen Xudong pushed her into an icy river and froze her body. In addition, she did not take care of herself afterwards, so she suffered from dysmenorrhea.

They had just gotten married at that time and were not very familiar with each other. Fu Ci Yan was very gentlemanly to her and did well in every aspect, except for a lack of intimacy.

The emotional change began with her first menstrual period after marriage. It was the middle of winter at that time. Because she was wearing a dress to attend the party and drank a glass of cold wine, her period came with great force. She was so pale in pain that she couldn't speak a word. She squatted on the ground and retched in pain.

Fu Ci Yan, who was always calm and rational, was frightened. He thought the wine was poisonous. He rescued the person and ran to the hospital, only to find out that her dysmenorrhea was so severe.

That day, Fu Ci Yan brought her home from the hospital.

The two had just gotten married and there were no sanitary napkins at home. He could obviously send Yu's wife to buy them, but he went there himself. He picked out all kinds of brands and could even explain the advantages of each brand in detail.

Then, for that week, Fu Ci Yan treated her like a fragile baby. He didn't let her eat any cold or spicy food, and he didn't allow her to touch cold water. He even didn't let her do more work, for fear that she would be tired.

He would hold her in his arms like this every night, with his big hands on her belly, listening to his strong heartbeat in his chest and his warm breath in her ears.

He even personally cooked brown sugar and longan soup for her.

That bowl of soup is so sweet.

Wen Nanxi had never tasted such a sweet soup.

Later, Fu Ci Yan started looking for a Chinese medicine doctor to treat her.

Chinese medicine is bitter, so he would always coax her to finish it, then peel a piece of chocolate for her and praise her, saying, "You're such a great baby."

After drinking it for half a year, her dysmenorrhea was relieved a lot, but she still felt a little uncomfortable every time.

Although she has almost recovered, Fu Ci Yan has been with her every time she has her menstrual period for the past three years.

Very safe and comfortable.

Until a year ago, their relationship took a sharp turn for the worse. The dysmenorrhea that had almost recovered came back again, each time more severe than the last.

She really, really longed for this only warmth, but...

"Sleep well and don't make any noise."

Fu Ciyan's hoarse voice rang in his ears. Wen Nanxi blushed slightly and spoke in a low voice:

"I need to go to the bathroom."

After hearing this, Fu Ci Yan let go of her hand, stood up and turned on the desk lamp.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Wen Nanxi was a little stunned. His familiar words seemed to indicate that nothing had ever happened between them. She subconsciously replied:

"Not very hungry."

Fu Ciyan's eyes were bleary, clearly still slumbering. He followed her steps lazily, and upon hearing her answer, he pulled her into his arms, finding a comfortable position to hold her.

"Then sleep a little longer. Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Much better."

Fu Ci Yan nodded and turned off the desk lamp, and the room fell into darkness again.

They were very close, the room was quiet, only his even breathing could be heard, and his hand did not forget to gently massage Wen Nanxi's belly.

Wen Nanxi pursed her lips, her thoughts in a mess. She couldn't figure out what Fu Ci Yan was thinking. He was blocking Ji Jiaojiao and being so nice to her. Wasn't he afraid that Ji Jiaojiao would be jealous?

She wanted to break free, but she had no strength. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

When Wen Nanxi woke up in the morning, she felt that she was almost recovered. Fu Ci Yan had prepared painkillers and water for her by her bedside.

She sighed deeply:

"We are about to separate, is it necessary?"