It turns out that he was terrified of me dying back then.

I initially thought he was willing to divorce me so he could be with Shi Jin.

Later, Shi Jin provoked me in front of him, asserting her ownership and saying that he was her boyfriend, which he tacitly accepted.

Recalling that unbearable past, I still feel frustrated and upset.

He's so stubborn, he made me misunderstand and hurt me emotionally, and now he's blaming me instead. What right does he have?

Last time I went to ask him specifically why he needed a heart transplant, but he never gave me a clear answer.

If you don't want to tell me, fine, I don't want to ask anymore.

He should have been a "dead man" lying in the "crematorium" anyway, so I shouldn't have felt the slightest bit of pity for him.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight, and then, supporting myself on the sofa, I stood up.

Just as he turned around, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Fu Yanshen, dressed in all black, walked in.

I was stunned. Didn't he slam the door and leave? Why did he come back here?

He seemed to still have a faint smile on his face.

They're acting like a dog that's made a comeback.

I glared at him, then turned around and sat down to continue watching Chen Hanxing's variety show.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man kneeling down in front of me, looking up at me with burning eyes.

He smelled of cool mint from nicotine nicotine gum.

It seems he just went outside to calm down.

He raised his hand to touch my face, but I immediately turned my face away.

“You jumped off the building and started a divorce with me because you were hurt by my words and actions, not because of Song Sinan.”

He spoke with certainty.

I was startled, and as I turned my head, I met his deep eyes, which were like twinkling stars, a mixture of smiles and sorrow.

He deduced from my angry words that the real reason I wanted a divorce was not because of Song Sinan, and he rekindled his hope.

“It’s all because of him!” I gave him a cold look.

Unexpectedly, he was not disappointed; instead, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He cupped my face in his hands, looked me in the eye, and said with very light pressure, "I'm sorry, I made you angry. I shouldn't have blamed you for trying to save me."

"I've been trying to stay calm all day, but I still couldn't control my emotions."

As he spoke, he gasped, his gaze sweeping over my arm, which was hanging in a cast. He then gently touched the abrasions on my cheek with his fingertips, his eyes flashing with heartache and fear.

"It's too dangerous... I even told those two bodyguards to protect you from a distance, because I was afraid that if you found out about it up close, you would blame me for spying on you."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and his attitude was sincere and heartfelt.

I'm not afraid anymore, but he's still terrified, afraid that if those two bodyguards had arrived even a moment later, I would have been smashed to pieces.

Hearing his explanation, I felt much better. "You didn't do anything to those two bodyguards, did you? They did their job very well."

I had no idea that someone had been secretly protecting me all along. When Shi Jin falsely accused me of splashing her last time, it must have been his bodyguard who filmed the video.

"You were doing your duty and yet you got hurt like this? You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment." He released me and said with a stern face.

I:"……"

He's like a tyrant.

Fu Yanshen raised his wrist and glanced at his watch. "The culprit is Shi Jin. She should be living a life worse than death right now!"

I was stunned. What did he do to Shi Jin?

I only found out later that on that night, Fu Yanshen had Fu Ren capture Shi Jin and deliberately put a plastic bag full of bacteria over her head to trigger her asthma attack, making her suffer from difficulty breathing, chest tightness and pain, and shortness of breath.

Shi Jin felt wronged. She had clearly harmed Ouyang, not her, yet Fu Yanshen blamed her for her injury, tormenting her to the point of near death.

...

The bone broth was milky white and fragrant, but I didn't add cilantro, which I hate the most.

Fu Yanshen scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and fed it to my mouth. I instinctively dodged away. He frowned and looked at me with a hurt expression.

That expression seemed to say: What's wrong now?

"I don't want you to feed me, I'm afraid I'll choke to death." I rolled my eyes at him.

He was clearly taken aback, his dark eyes darting around as if he remembered something. "I used to be unable to help but care about you, but I was afraid you would notice, so I could only hide it in a rude way."

“You were perfectly fine back then, and then suddenly you brought up divorce. I really thought you were tired of playing around, and it really hurt my self-esteem.”

I was stunned by his words.

I believe he is telling the truth.

Ha, he deserves to have his pride hurt.

After we got married, he was all I could think about. I devoted myself to being a full-time housewife for three years, taking care of his daily needs. Was he blind?

"In northern Myanmar, the reason for confining you to your home was the same: I was both jealous and afraid you would fall and get hurt again," he added.

Listening to his words, I suddenly realized that he had said I was Shi Jin's stand-in only after I deliberately said that I was Song Sinan's stand-in.

The two of us are like needles and wheat awns, neither of us willing to give way to the other.

But who told him to treat me like that in my past life?

Fu Yanshen carefully and gently fed me a spoonful of soup. "Is it too hot? Is it too bland or too strong? I only added a little salt."

It turns out he was the one who made the soup.

"Perfect," I said indifferently.

He fed me the soup spoonful by spoonful, just like he was taking care of a child, and I drank most of the soup. He was very patient.

Unlike before, when she always wore her impatience on her face.

After I had eaten and drunk my fill, I watched TV for a while, and then he came out of the bathroom carrying a basin of water.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why haven't you left yet?"

He was slightly taken aback. "You want a caregiver to take care of you?"

Hearing his words, I was stunned. I don't like strangers touching me, especially when it's something as private as helping me take a bath.

Even among people I know well, I can't accept Luo Luo.

Fu Yanshen squatted down in front of me, looking up at me, "Shall I wash your feet for you?"

He asked me gently.

"Myself—"

Before I could finish speaking, he had already taken off my socks. The man's warm palms held my cold feet, rubbed them vigorously a few times, and then put them in warm water.

A warm current instantly enveloped my feet.

He held my feet with one hand and splashed water with the other, patiently and meticulously washing my clean feet as if they were priceless treasures.

I deliberately looked away from that scene and continued watching TV.

He washed my feet, then told me to go to the bathroom. He carefully used the showerhead to avoid my broken arm, and helped me rinse my back and apply shower gel.

As he rushed forward, his gaze was fixed on my chest, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. I quickly raised my hand to cover my chest, my cheeks burning hot.

"I'll handle the rest of the way myself, you can go now." I swallowed hard, my voice hoarse as I chased after them.

To avoid any accidental conflict.

He grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand away, and stared brazenly at my chest.

"Fu Yanshen, you...you can't even touch me!" I said, embarrassed and angry.

His eyes grew increasingly dark, as if filled with deep tenderness, staring intently at the large bruises and broken skin in front of me.