Chapter 159 I'm Sick

"I originally said I'd give you a chance, but that doesn't mean I'll really give up on divorce. If the truth ever comes out, I'll reconsider our relationship, but not now."

Wen Nanxi's voice was calm, without any ups and downs.

In fact, ever since Fu Ci Yan didn't reply to her message today, she knew that the divorce would not be so smooth.

Fu Ci Yan doesn't want to get divorced.

If he doesn't want to, the two of them won't be able to get a divorce certificate.

Wen Nanxi can choose to file for divorce, but it is unlikely that divorce will be that easy.

They now have a child, and even though Fu Ci Yan doesn't know about it, Wen Nanxi still doesn't want to make things so embarrassing.

And if it drags on for too long and Fu Ci Yan finds out about the child, they will be even more inseparable.

The relationship between them is like withered grass, there is no hope.

Maybe one day he can be saved, but definitely not now.

Although Fu Ci Yan's face was calm, the hand holding the spoon was shaking slightly, which was enough to show the turbulent waves in his heart.

"You should be able to see that I'm changing, Nanxi. Can't you give me a little more time?"

Wen Nanxi shook his head:

"No, let's stop here."

She didn't give Fu Ci Yan a chance to speak, she stood up and went upstairs.

Fu Ci Yan sat in front of the dining table, not speaking for a long time, and finally showed a bitter expression.

He really brought this upon himself...

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The next morning, Wen Nanxi sat downstairs waiting for Fu Ciyan. The clock pointed to half past eight. She looked upstairs suspiciously and asked Aunt Zhao:

"Aunt Zhao, has Fu Ciyan left?"

Aunt Zhao poked her head out from the kitchen:

"I got up early in the morning, but I didn't see the gentleman go out."

Wen Nanxi frowned.

Fu Ci Yan is a very self-disciplined person. He gets up at 6:30 every morning to do morning exercises without fail.

I will definitely go out to the company before eight o'clock.

Wen Nanxi got up at 7:30 today, but why didn't Fu Ciyan come downstairs?

Could it be that... he deserted the battlefield?

Aunt Zhao had almost finished cleaning the kitchen. She wiped her hands on her apron and said:

"Madam, it seems that your husband is not in a good mood. He was smoking outside until midnight yesterday. Oh, it was so cold last night. Is he sick?"

Wen Nanxi was upset:

"I'll go take a look."

She knocked on the bedroom door, but there was no response.

Is he gone?

Or is he really sick?

Wen Nanxi was a little unsure, so she tried to turn the doorknob and was surprised to find that he hadn't locked the door.

The room was very dark and the curtains were drawn tightly.

"Fu Ciyan, are you there?"

Wen Nanxi walked in cautiously, calling softly, and saw that there seemed to be movement on the bed, as if there was a figure. When she got closer, she saw that it was indeed Fu Ci Yan.

She turned on the small bedside lamp and looked at the person curled up on the bed, with messy hair, pale face and chapped lips.

Wen Nanxi's heart skipped a beat.

I'm afraid he's really sick.

His forehead was burning hot, and he probably lost consciousness due to the fever.

She was about to take out her cell phone to call 120 when the person on the bed grabbed her hand.

"Nanxi...water..."

Fu Ci Yan's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only mutter his call.

Wen Nanxi reached out to the bedside, looked at the familiar thermos, and paused.

She had picked this kettle herself, but she didn't expect Fu Ci Yan to have been using it all the time.

She poured some warm water and supported Fu Ciyan's upper body:

"The water is here."

Fu Ci Yan opened his eyes tiredly, drank the water, and became more conscious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect to get sick."

Wen Nanxi pursed her lips:

"Did you really not expect that?"

Fu Ci Yan lowered his head, his hair hanging on his forehead, looking very depressed.

"Don't you believe me anymore..."

Wen Nanxi sighed imperceptibly.

How can she believe this?

Fu Ci Yan has always been in good health. Not only has he never been infected with the common cold, he has never even been infected with influenza A or B.

He is usually as strong as a bull, so why did he fall ill when he went to get a marriage certificate?

But Fu Ci Yan was in such a state now, sick and running a fever, and his eyes looked pitiful, so she couldn't say anything harsh.

You can't avoid the fifteenth day if you can't avoid it. It's valid for one month.

Wen Nanxi didn't believe that Fu Ci Yan could be sick for a whole month.

She said helplessly:

"Then I'll take you to the hospital,"

Fu Ciyan's voice was very nasal at this moment:

"Don't bother. Just get me some medicine."

Wen Nanxi frowned:

"Going to the hospital will heal faster. Don't be so willful."

Fu Ciyan's expression was about to break:

"You don't need to go to the hospital, just take some medicine and you'll be fine. Please stay with me."

Wen Nanxi: ...

"Okay."

He's a grown man but he still acts like a spoiled child.

Wen Nanxi turned around and rolled her eyes, then got up and went outside to get medicine. A gleam of light flashed in Fu Ci Yan's eyes, and he looked at the back greedily.

He was exposed to the wind for half the night yesterday, and then took several cold showers when he came back.

After several attempts, he finally developed a fever.

His current situation is like being roasted on the fire. Divorce is impossible. If he doesn't do something, I'm afraid Wen Nanxi won't let him go so easily.

And if I go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and let Wen Nanxi know that I have lied to her again, I am afraid that I won’t be able to appease her even if I skin myself alive.

Hearing footsteps, Fu Ci Yan quickly adjusted his expression and lay on the bed looking haggard.

Wen Nanxi took the medicine and poured him a glass of warm water:

"Let's get rid of the fever first, and then go to the hospital if it doesn't work."

Her voice was gentle and soft as she handed the cup of water to his mouth. Fu Ci Yan wished he could be sick for a few more days so that he could enjoy this rare tenderness.

Watching Fu Ci Yan take the medicine, Wen Nanxi tucked the quilt in for him.

"Then you take a rest first, I'm going out."

"Nanxi..."

Wen Nanxi turned her head to look at him: "Hmm?"

Fu Ciyan asked cautiously:

"Can you stay with me?"

Wen Nanxi frowned and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But seeing him so haggard, she felt a little reluctant. She remembered that when she was sick before, Fu Ci Yan always stayed by her side, so she didn't say no in the end.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you."

She sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on the small sofa, and turned off the small table lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

"Well, thank you, Nanxi."

In the darkness, Fu Ci Yan curled his lips, feeling her breath, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He didn't sleep much last night, so he was really sleepy now. Two or three hours passed in his blink of an eye.

There was some light coming through the curtains, and it looked like it was going to be a sunny day.

Fu Ci Yan raised his eyes and saw Wen Nanxi leaning on the sofa, and his heart felt warm.

She also fell asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing even, like a doll.

Fu Ci Yan tiptoed out of bed and picked up a blanket to cover her.

Looking at her gentle and quiet face, my heart beat faster. I couldn't help but move closer, wanting to place a kiss on her forehead...

"Are you okay?"