Chapter 52 Being mistaken for a domestic violence man
Fu Ci Yan grasped her cold fingertips. Her body was very weak, her brows were tightly furrowed, and cold sweat covered her forehead. She was obviously in great pain, but she still comforted him calmly without even crying.
Wen Nanxi has always been cold and weak, but Fu Ciyan knew how stubborn she was. He didn't know how long it took him to coax her into letting down her guard and letting her cry freely in front of him.
But at this moment, it was clear that her eyes were still red, but she refused to cry in front of him.
Fu Ciyan felt panic rising in his heart, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice:
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you away."
Wen Nanxi wanted to laugh, but the wound at the corner of her mouth was pulled, causing her to feel an unbearable pain. She glanced at Wen Mingde and lowered her voice:
"He bullied me, husband, help me get revenge."
Wen Mingde, who had just struggled to crawl out from under the bookshelf, turned pale:
"Nanxi, how could Daddy bully you? Daddy loves you the most. Ciyan, don't listen to what this girl says."
It had been a long time since Fu Ci Yan heard such coquettish words from Wen Nanxi. The person in his arms was clearly covered in wounds, but there was hatred between his eyebrows.
He snorted coldly:
"Director Wen is really amazing. He even dared to hit my Fu Ciyan's woman. It seems that he is very tough. In this case, let's stop Fu's investment."
Wen Mingde was shocked: "Son-in-law, this won't do. I married my daughter to you, you can't kick her when she's down!"
Seeing Wen Mingde, who was so arrogant just now, now wagging his tail and begging for mercy, Wen Nanxi felt a little happy in her heart and raised her arms to put her arms around Fu Ciyan's neck:
"Hubby, it hurts so much."
Fu Ciyan's expression darkened even further. He didn't ignore Wen Nanxi's painful gasp and picked her up by the waist.
"Director Wen, take care of yourself."
Fu Ci Yan carried Wen Nanxi out of the Wen family's house, while Fang Jinying was still looking at him in confusion downstairs.
Wen Nanxi gave Fang Jinying a provocative look, and she almost got her nose crooked with anger.
Fu Ci Yan carefully carried Wen Nanxi into the car. Her back was badly injured, and she didn't care whether they were about to get divorced. She simply lay on Fu Ci Yan's legs, closed her eyes and endured it.
Fu Ciyan gently touched her hair as if it were a fragile object:
"He called you today, why didn't you ask me to come with you?"
Wen Nanxi hadn't heard such a gentle voice from Fu Ci Yan for a long time. Her nose was filled with the cool fragrance of Fu Ci Yan, and she was a little dazed for a moment.
They haven't been this close for a long time, and every time they meet, there is tension.
To be honest, she was touched by Fu Ci Yan's sudden appearance today.
No one would not be moved by someone who saved them from danger.
The flame that was about to go out in his heart began to burn again, and Wen Nanxi suddenly didn't know what to do.
He is always like this, giving her warmth when she is about to let go, making her linger and reluctant to let go.
But later on, he continued to hurt her, which made her heartbroken.
Her emotions and rationality tore her apart, and she seemed to be split in two.
Fu Ci Yan didn't hear Wen Nanxi's response and a bitter smile appeared on his face. He felt that Wen Nanxi had erected an invisible wall again, blocking his approach.
"If you're tired, just take a nap."
Wen Nanxi didn't say anything, just lay on his legs, her consciousness gradually becoming dizzy.
After arriving at the hospital, Fu Ci Yan stayed by her side all the time. He held Wen Nanxi's hand tightly while the doctor was applying the medicine. Seeing her pale face from the pain, he wished he could feel the pain for her.
The doctor frowned and looked at Fu Ciyan, with a wary look in his eyes:
"What is your relationship with the patient?"
Fu Ciyan: "I am her husband."
"Oh, then go to the pharmacy and pick up the medicine."
"Can we go later? My wife is afraid of pain and I want to accompany her."
The doctor sternly refused: "No, you have to go now."
Fu Ciyan still didn't want to let go, but he didn't bring his assistant, and Xiao Li was not around because he had gone to park the car. He had no choice but to stand up and whispered to Wen Nanxi:
"Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."
Wen Nanxi smiled and said, "Go ahead. I'm not afraid of pain."
This wasn't the first time she was beaten by this old Biden. She was filled with hatred and wanted to chop that scumbag father into pieces and feed him to the dogs.
After Fu Ciyan left, the doctor looked at Wen Nanxi and said:
"Did he hit you? Do you need me to call the police for you?"
Wen Nanxi: ...
Should she tell Fu Ci Yan that he was considered a domestic violence man?
Wen Nanxi shook her head: "No, doctor, he didn't hit me. My father was the one who injured me. He saved me."
The doctor was a little surprised. The wounds on her back were crisscrossed. Apart from the bloodstains where the skin was broken, the rest of her back was bruised and purple. It was obvious that she had been brutally beaten. Is this her biological father?
"Really? Don't you need to call the police? This is intentional injury."
"Thank you, no thanks, they're just minor injuries."
The doctor really wanted to call the police, but Wen Nanxi herself disagreed, and she couldn't act on her own.
After the wound was treated, Fu Ci Yan ran in, still a little out of breath, his eyes full of concern.
The doctor still didn't trust Fu Ciyan and gave him a cold look:
"Be careful not to let the wound get wet. Change the dressing every day. She might have a fever. If it gets severe, she'll have to come back for an IV drip. Eat a light diet these few days and take good care of herself."
Fu Ci Yan wrote down everything and left the hospital with Wen Nanxi.
It happened to be lunch time, so she took off her mask and went to the cafeteria to eat, and talked about this matter with her colleagues.
"Oh, I don't know how much hatred and resentment he has, to beat a little girl like that. Is this her real father? In fact, I suspect her husband. He looks decent, but he might be a domestic violence maniac."
"What's the name of the injured patient?"
The doctor looked up and saw Shen Yuechuan holding a plate. This was the dean's son. She was very respectful:
"My name seems to be... Wen Nanxi."
Shen Yuechuan immediately put down the dinner plate, took out his cell phone and called He Yan.
......
After applying the medicine, Wen Nanxi felt a little better. Fu Ciyan helped her get out of the car. Because he was worried about touching her wound, he hugged her from the front, holding her hips with both hands. Wen Nanxi was afraid of falling, so she had to put her arms around his neck and said helplessly:
"I just hurt my back, not my leg. I can walk on my own."
Fu Ciyan patted her buttocks:
"Be good and don't make trouble."
Wen Nanxi calmed down. Fu Ciyan walked into the living room of Fenglinyuan and said to Aunt Zhao:
"Cook some light and easy-to-digest dishes and send them upstairs to the bedroom later.
Aunt Zhao responded quickly and ran to the kitchen to busy herself.
Fu Ciyan put Wen Nanxi on the bed, took off her shoes and socks with his own hands, and then went back to the bed and hugged her:
"Does it still hurt?"
"Much better, I'm fine."
Fu Ci Yan didn't want to hear her say "it's okay" at all. How could she be okay with such a serious injury?
"You can rely on me, don't force yourself, okay?"
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