Chapter 19 Okay, it’s all my dirty thoughts

Fu Ci Yan was really furious.

He was supposed to go on a business trip yesterday, but he postponed it out of consideration for Wen Nanxi's menstrual period.

So Wen Nanxi actually went out to eat with another man and kicked him out when she got home?

And pushed him into the arms of another woman? Did she really not care?

“Wen Nanxi, do you have a heart?”

Wen Nanxi was a little confused by the question.

"Then...I'm leaving?"

Wen Nanxi thought about it for a while. Fu Ciyan was so angry probably because he felt that he was the owner of the villa, and it would be a bit embarrassing for him to be kicked out of the bedroom by her.

So she slowly sat up from the bed. Her mint green silk suspender nightgown made her look fresh and refined, and her expression was nonchalant.

"Okay, I'll make room for you."

Fu Ciyan almost gnashed his teeth and grabbed Wen Nanxi's wrist:

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Wen Nanxi frowned slightly, and the hand holding her wrist immediately relaxed a little.

She sighed softly, hiding her emotions, and spoke to him from the heart for once:

"I didn't mean to do anything, Fu Ciyan. You and Ji Jiaojiao have been together for so many years. Since you've kept her, treat her well. Don't blame me if anything happens. I can't bear it."

Fu Ciyan's eyes were deep:

"Wen Nanxi, Jiaojiao is my sister, don't think of us as such dirty things."

"Dirty?"

Wen Nanxi sneered: "Alright, it's all my fault for having dirty thoughts. I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

She really couldn't understand why these two people were so affectionate with each other and yet they still said that she had dirty thoughts.

He really has to be both responsible and independent.

Wen Nanxi shrank back into the quilt, with her back to Fu Ci Yan, curled herself up into a ball, with the quilt covering half of her face, refusing to communicate.

Fu Ci Yan's expression changed several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Women during their menstrual period are often irritable, and as a man, he has to be more tolerant.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the body beside him collapsed slightly and Fu Ci Yan got on the bed.

Wen Nanxi frowned: "Why are you here?"

The man next to her reached out and she fell into his warm embrace.

The big hands habitually placed on her lower abdomen to relieve her physical discomfort.

"If you don't like Sister Yu, I can replace her."

Fu Ciyan's low voice sounded, but Wen Nanxi ignored him and continued to talk to himself:

"I've arranged a new driver for you. Don't always call online ride-hailing services. It's not safe."

Wen Nanxi was silent for a moment.

It's not that she doesn't have a driver's license, but she had three car accidents on the road. Fu Ci Yan was worried that something might happen to her, so he revoked her driver's license and arranged a driver for her.

But the driver was just like Mrs. Yu. At first, when she and Fu Ciyan were on good terms, it was fine. But ever since the cold war started, the driver had been giving her the cold shoulder, both overtly and covertly.

So she stopped hiring a driver and took a taxi whenever she went out.

"I've already called the old Chinese doctor. Remember to go see him in a few days. I have to go on a business trip. You can ask Jiaojiao to accompany you. She's quite familiar with the doctor."

Wen Nanxi was very puzzled: "Fu Ciyan, what on earth do you want to do?"

He was so heartless to her before, and now he comes to coax her. What is going on?

Fu Ciyan: "You are my wife, it is my duty to care about you."

Wen Nanxi said coldly: "She is my future ex-wife. Can you please stop avoiding me? Even if you don't want to divorce me now, we are less than two months away from the divorce date stated in the agreement. Why bother?"

She clearly felt Fu Ciyan's body stiffen for a moment, and he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"Wen Nanxi, you have no heart." He said sarcastically:

"Are you so eager to leave me and find a gigolo? Do you have any sense of contract? Just follow the agreement. I don't have time to play those little tricks with you."

Wen Nanxi was a little impatient: "Okay, there are only a few days left. I hope you won't refuse when the time comes. I don't have that much time either."

She curled up in the quilt and didn't see Fu Ci Yan's expression, but he didn't go back to bed. Instead, he left the guest bedroom.

The next day, Wen Nanxi was woken up by Xia Tian's call. It was almost nine o'clock when she packed up and went downstairs.

Seeing her coming out, Yu's wife was unusually attentive:

"Madam, you're awake. I made your favorite seafood porridge today. I'll serve it to you."

"No, I'm going out to eat."

Wen Nanxi was not impressed by this kind of flattering behavior. She dragged her suitcase out of the door and Xia Tian was already waiting for her at the door.

"Let's go, let's go on vacation!"

The place they chose was a small coastal town. It was not cold in this season, the scenery was pleasant, and the sea breeze was gentle, which was very suitable for Wen Nanxi, who was afraid of the cold.

The two-hour flight was not tiring. Wen Nanxi and Xiatian changed into holiday dresses and walked on the waves on the beach, which seemed to wash away all their fatigue.

He Yan, wearing large flowered shorts and a straw hat on his head, leaned against the stone and glanced at Shen Yuechuan.

"I heard that you're going to take annual leave. Did that make Dean Shen really angry?"

The Shen family is a medical family with generations practicing medicine. Although Shen Yuechuan is only thirty years old, he has excellent medical skills and has in-depth knowledge of both Western and Chinese medicine, so he is highly respected.

He is usually as busy as a top, so it is more difficult for He Yan to make an appointment with him than to meet Wen Nanxi.

Shen Yuechuan looked at the two people in front who were playing in the water and taking pictures, and said casually:

"He's not dead, he's in good health."

He Yan gave a thumbs up: "He is a filial son."

Shen Yuechuan said: "Nanxi's health is not very good. As her brother, you don't know how to pay more attention to her."

He Yan snorted coldly: "It's all because of Fu Ciyan that I met such a terrible husband."

Shen Yuechuan: "If you are not happy, then break up. There is no need to drag it out."

He Yan yawned: "I'm getting ready to go through the divorce procedures. I think it should be done soon."

"Er Yan! Come over here and take a picture for us!"

Wen Nanxi's voice came from afar, He Yan responded and ran over to be his sister's pedestrian phone holder, not seeing the joy in Shen Yuechuan's eyes.

…

Kyoto, evening.

Yu Zhao walked into the CEO's office with the schedule:

"Mr. Fu, the partner has been postponing it for two days. If we don't go there now, it will be too late."

Fu Ciyan rubbed his temples:

"Stay one last night and book the earliest flight tomorrow."

Wen Nanxi's menstrual period lasts for a week, and she feels uncomfortable for the first three days.

Even though they were arguing, he still wanted to stay with her.

Thinking of this, he lost his mind to work and left work directly without even waiting for Ji Jiaojiao.

But when he got home, he didn't see Wen Nanxi.

Mrs. Yu wiped her hands on her apron and said:

"My wife left early this morning, sir. The dishes I cooked today are all her favorites, without cilantro. When will she be back?"

Fu Ciyan frowned: "Left so early in the morning?"

He opened his phone and happened to see Wen Nanxi's circle of friends.

She smiled like a flower and made a scissors sign to the camera. Behind her were the lazy He Yan and the flamboyant Xia Tian.

"Wen Nanxi...you are so good!"