A polymath synth artist defies her parents' plans by casting a scarlet fingernail into a nest of mummified womb-senators.
Upon its removal, the urn erupts, seven scaly impure miners surge...
Fu Hange's fever persisted, and the medicine had no effect. She wasn't thinking of going to the hospital, but was hesitating about whether to call Gu Yuan. However, she decided against it, since it wasn't her fault and there was no need to lower herself.
She went downstairs and had some porridge; thankfully, she had some spare, so she just needed to heat it up. Her head was spinning, and Fu Hange tried to distract herself from Gu Yuan. She turned on the TV, watching news reports, and then, without knowing what happened, she collapsed to the floor, gradually losing consciousness...
The smell of disinfectant wafted through the hospital as Fu Hange picked her nose. She was now fully conscious, and Sun Yuxian was beside her. The setting sun made Fu Hange feel as if she were truly dead.
She asked softly, "How long have I been asleep?"
"It has been twenty-four hours since I found you and brought you here."
Fu Hange gave a cold laugh, then tears rolled down her cheeks. She sighed, then put her hands back under the covers, turned over, and went back to sleep.
She found herself having strange dreams lately, all of which featured Gu Yuan and Bai Xin, that scumbag couple, gloating in front of her, and she felt that Gu Yuan had approached her with ulterior motives.
After staying in the hospital for two more days, he was finally discharged. Gu Yuan still didn't return. He must have been upset by what happened last time; he was probably with some woman now.
At night, Fu Hange hadn't quite fallen asleep when the sound of the engine being turned off outside the villa startled her awake. She thought for a moment, then decided to pretend to be asleep again. She didn't understand why she felt a little guilty; she hadn't done anything wrong, yet she was being so pathetic.
As the footsteps drew closer, Fu Hange felt increasingly uneasy. She was completely unprepared for Gu Yuan's "sudden attack" that evening.
But then she thought, she and Gu Yuan sleep separately, so he probably won't come looking for her.
But she was wrong. As soon as Gu Yuan returned, he opened her door and stood tall at the foot of the bed. Sensing a dark figure approaching step by step, Fu Hange's hands unconsciously tightened.
Whether Gu Yuan was too clever or her act was too obvious, Gu Yuan spoke in the darkness: "Stop pretending, you're about to crush the blanket."
My heart leaped into my throat. He actually found out? I looked at my hands clutching the blanket and cursed myself for being stupid.
She decided to stop pretending and flipped herself up, saying, "So what if I'm pretending? It's none of your business!"
Gu Yuan chuckled and touched the bridge of his nose: "So easily angered?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Her tone seemed to pique Gu Yuan's interest. He walked over, picked her up, and said, "Looks like I need to cool you down."
What are you doing?
Fu Hange danced and gesticulated wildly on him, her legs swinging incessantly and her entire waist twisting incessantly.
Gu Yuan carried her to his bed, then pressed himself against her, his pupils suddenly widening: "You've been gone for so many days, and you've gotten bolder?"
Fu Hange didn't want to completely obey him this time. She was a person of flesh and blood, so why should she obey him just because he wanted to come back and do whatever he wanted to her? No way! Where was he when she had such a high fever and was in so much pain? Where was he when she was helpless in the hospital?
He didn't fulfill any of his responsibilities as a husband, and he didn't care about her at all. Why should she be controlled by him like this?
Fu Hange quickly rolled over, freeing herself from under Gu Yuan. She ran to the foot of the bed, her voice slightly breathless, "What do you take me for? Someone you can just play with and then leave? Bai Xin is still waiting for you, hurry up and go!"