Chapter Twelve

It has been raining a lot in Beijing at night these past few years, making the air humid, and Wen Yixing has also been feeling unwell.

Her arm joints were hurting badly tonight, so she didn't go to the gym. After she applied the plaster, Wen Yixing prepared to go to Fang Jingyao's bedroom to see what the child was doing.

Just as I passed by Fang Shiyan's study, I heard a slight vibration of a cell phone.

"The master is back and is taking a shower in his room."

Aunt Li had naturally heard the phone vibrating in the study long ago. The phone kept ringing, and Aunt Li was worried that something urgent had happened, but Fang Shiyan was taking a shower, so she couldn't go and call him.

Just then, Wen Yixing came out, and Aunt Li mentioned it.

Wen Yixing entered the study, which was Fang Shiyan's home office, and Wen Yixing rarely came in.

Fang Shiyan has some obsessive-compulsive disorder and a cleanliness fetish. The books and documents on his desk are arranged neatly, and the desk itself is spotless.

His phone was on the table, still vibrating.

Wen Yixing looked down and saw a letter displayed on it: Y.

An ordinary person would not know what the Y represents, but Wen Yixing knew that it represented Jiang Ruyue.

Wen Yixing couldn't quite explain her feelings. Fang Shiyan was the man she had loved for nearly ten years, and even though her heart was dead, she still felt a vague sadness.

Of course, this sadness stems more from feeling that it wasn't worth it for myself.

Jiang Ruyue returned to China after breaking up with her fiancé, so naturally they started contacting each other again.

Wen Yixing felt a little nauseous.

She reached out and hung up the phone with a cold expression.

Soon, Fang Shiyan's phone rang twice more; a WeChat message had been sent.

She knew Fang Shiyan's phone password. Wen Yixing entered the password and opened WeChat.

Sure enough, the message on WeChat came from [Y].

Thank you for ordering the brown sugar ginger tea, I'm feeling much better now. /heart emoji

Wen Yixing continued scrolling up and learned through the chat history that Jiang Ruyue had caught a cold and suffered from menstrual cramps while filming during her period.

She posted a message on her WeChat Moments in the afternoon, and Fang Shiyan then had someone send her brown sugar ginger tea, along with some other tonics.

Wen Yixing found it ironic that someone who was always busy with work had time to look at Jiang Ruyue's WeChat Moments.

Wen Yixing quickly calmed down, took out her phone, and saved the chat history.

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Fang Jingyao was reading a book with Wen Yixing in the bedroom.

He sensed that his mother's mood was a little off, but he quickly figured out what was wrong.

Fang Jingyao's gaze fell on Wen Yixing's right arm. "Mom, is your arm uncomfortable?"

Fang Jingyao knew that his mother's right arm had always been injured, a life-threatening injury from a car accident. Her arm would ache whenever it was rainy. Fang Jingyao also remembered that in his previous life, his mother sometimes suffered so much pain in her arm that she couldn't sleep.

Thinking about this, Fang Jingyao felt that things couldn't continue like this.

Wen Yixing was quietly reading a book with her son when he suddenly asked her this question. She smiled and said, "I am feeling a little unwell, but it's okay."

She originally thought the child wouldn't understand so much, but she didn't expect Fang Jingyao to have such a tense little face. He jumped off the chair, put on his slippers, and ran straight out of the bedroom.

Wen Yixing was stunned by her son's reaction, and then quickly followed him out.

Fang Jingyao ran downstairs, went straight to the study to find Aunt Li, and asked her for a hot water bottle.

Then she carried the hot water bottle back upstairs, her voice crisp and clear: "Mom, here, take this. Apply it and you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

When Fang Shiyan came out of the shower, he happened to see his son holding a hot water bottle in his hands, and he also clearly heard Fang Jingyao's words.

Fang Shiyan looked at Wen Yixing, silently asking, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yixing ignored him, simply took the hot water bottle from the child's hand, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Yao Yao."

"You're welcome, Mom!" After saying that, Fang Jingyao looked up at Fang Shiyan, his eyes filled with obvious reproach.

Fang Shiyan walked over, glanced at the hot water bottle in Wen Yixing's hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fang Jingyao shouted, "Mom's arm is uncomfortable! You didn't even know that? You're not even as good as me!"

Fang Shiyan's gaze fell on Wen Yixing's arm. It was quite warm at home, and Wen Yixing was only wearing a thin silk nightgown. She had rolled up her sleeves while reading, revealing a section of her fair arm.

From Fang Shiyan's perspective, he could just see the plaster on Wen Yixing's arm.

He didn't say anything, but walked to Wen Yixing's side and reached out to grab Wen Yixing's sleeve.

Although they were husband and wife, they rarely got that close. Wen Yixing subconsciously wanted to pull her arm back, but thinking that the child was still there, she forced herself to hold back.

Fang Shiyan noticed Wen Yixing's subconscious attempt to pull her arm back. He paused slightly, but didn't stop. He slowly rolled up Wen Yixing's sleeve.

Her arms were very fair, but the scabbed wound on her elbow was particularly noticeable, with a dark brown ointment applied above it.

After seeing it clearly, Fang Jingyao gasped, "Mom, how did you hurt your arm?"

"What's going on?" Fang Shiyan asked.

Wen Yixing lowered her sleeves, looked at Fang Jingyao, and smiled gently: "It's nothing. I just tripped and fell a few days ago when I went out to buy groceries. I'm almost healed now."

Fang Jingyao was a little angry, but he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only glare fiercely at Fang Shiyan a few times.

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