On the way home, Xiang Jin was somewhat absent-minded.
Although she had made a strong statement to the Xiang family, she was helpless when it came to Jiang Anqing's matter. She had no money or connections, and she could neither find anyone nor intimidate the Xiang family. She didn't know what to do.
She returned home feeling completely lost, and without even catching her breath, she started making dinner.
Three years in prison taught her that no matter how desperate she felt, she should eat well and love herself.
As she was intently slicing potatoes, a Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the bungalow.
"Young Master, should we wait for you to return to Haitang Bay?" Recently, the BOSS has been staying here, and before returning, he always puts on makeup and dresses up as "Feng Jianian," which surprised Su Ming.
The boss seems to be getting more and more interested in this game, and has even started learning sign language, which is something that has never happened before.
"No need, come pick me up tomorrow morning." Before opening the door, Murong Xiao checked his makeup again to make sure there were no flaws before walking towards the bungalow.
The front door to his house was ajar, and he couldn't help but frown.
She was almost raped last time, yet she was still so careless.
He stepped inside and saw her busy in the kitchen. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window onto her, bathing her in light that accentuated her delicate and soft curves. Her eyes were lowered, and she looked quiet and gentle.
The pot was bubbling and steaming, releasing warm smoke, and the aroma of the food filled the air.
His heart warmed inexplicably.
It felt like being suddenly struck by gentleness, bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Why is this strange feeling I've never had before?
Is it because of the scene before him, or because of... the woman in front of him?
After dinner, Xiang Jin went to wash the dishes as usual. Just as she finished putting the dishes in the kitchen, Murong Xiao followed her into the kitchen and rolled up his sleeves.
Seeing his posture as if he was about to wash the dishes, Xiang Jin couldn't help but chuckle: "Jianian, you go and rest, I can wash them."
He was clever; after a few days of simple learning, he understood her sign language: "You wash every day, let me do it today." He spread his hands, "Put the apron on me."
Xiang Jin was taken aback: "You didn't... did you know she was on her period and her stomach was a little uncomfortable, so..."
However, she didn't say it aloud; instead, her face flushed slightly, and she took off her apron.
He was very tall; she had to stand on tiptoe to reach him. Just as she raised her face, he bent down, and her lips brushed against the corner of his lips.
The soft touch made the man pause slightly.
Before she could even savor the taste, she had already left him, gone behind him, and tied her apron around.
For some reason, I felt a little regretful.
She gently protected her stomach while sleeping at night, feeling some discomfort.
A pair of hands embraced her from behind, and cool lips brushed lightly against her neck, stirring a fiery passion within.
She awkwardly avoided him, blushing as she wrote, "I...I'm on my period."
The man chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse: "I know, I just wanted to hug you. What are you thinking?"
Xiang Jin's face turned even redder, her whole body flushed with a delicate pink blush. She reached out and touched him, then suddenly noticed him clutching his stomach and immediately realized something: "Jianian, is your stomach upset?"
Murong Xiao's voice was somewhat low: "Mm."
It's an old problem; he gets twitched every now and then, and he's long been used to it.
Tonight, however, the pain was particularly sharp, and my whole body was spasming.
Xiang Jin panicked and quickly got out of bed to look for the medicine. She searched the whole house but couldn't find it. Feeling flustered, she rode her bicycle out the door.
In early spring, nights often rain, and it's raining tonight.
Xiang Jin didn't care anymore. She rode her bike to town and circled around for a long time before finding a pharmacy that was still open. After describing her symptoms, she hurriedly bought the medicine and rushed back.
"Where have you been in the middle of the night?" Murong Xiao stood at the door, clutching his stomach, his face dark with anger.
"Jianian, come and take your medicine." She led him to the room to lie down, poured him some hot water, then divided the pills into individual pieces and handed them to him.
"Did you go buy me medicine?" His voice rose slightly, but it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Take your medicine quickly," she said anxiously.
He looked at her, but didn't move.
"Take your medicine, quick!" She was so anxious she was almost crying, her brows furrowed and her expression pleading.
Feng Jianian looked at her.
She was soaked through; rainwater dripped from her hair, quickly forming a puddle. A chill emanated from her, her face was frighteningly pale, and even her lips were trembling.
But she didn't care at all; she just urged him to take his medicine, afraid that something might happen to him.
“Aqi…”
He suddenly reached out and hugged her, his voice hoarse: "Why are you so good to me?"
He seemed conflicted about this issue, and she had answered him before. This time, she patiently told him again, "Because you are my husband."
Because you are her husband, she will fulfill her duties as a wife.
Because you are good to me, I will reciprocate with the same kindness.
Because we promised to spend our lives together and that we would live a good life together.
The man's lips curled slightly, his eyes dark and deep: "What if I weren't your husband?"
If she had married another man, would she have treated him the same way just because that man was her husband?
Thinking about it this way, he felt a vague discomfort in his heart, a feeling of tightness in his chest, unable to go up or down, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
Xiang Jin was stunned by his question, and she answered truthfully, "But my husband is you."
After saying that, she left the room and soon brought in a basin of hot water, placing it in front of him.
Feng Jianian frowned slightly as he watched her retreating figure.
"Jianian, soaking your feet will make you feel better." She gestured as she led his feet toward the foot basin. His feet were colder than his hands, still icy cold even after lying down for so long.
"You hold this one."
She conjured a hot water bottle from somewhere, charged it, and placed it on his stomach.
After doing all this, she couldn't help but sneeze, only then realizing that she was soaked and her stomach was still aching slightly. She quickly took a hot shower, changed her clothes, and prepared to go to sleep.
Murong Xiao slept exceptionally well that night.
I opened my eyes and felt relaxed all over. My stomach pain was gone, and my feet, which were usually cold, were warm.
He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.
There was no one beside her. On the pillow was a note: "I'm going out to run some errands. Remember to drink the porridge I've cooked, and take your medicine after meals. Oh, and remember to bring a hot water bottle to work, so you can use it if you feel unwell."
He carefully read every word, then put down the note and moved his body closer to where Xiang Jin was sleeping, where her scent still lingered.
He took a few greedy sniffs, clutching the blanket tightly, unwilling to let go.
He seems to be... growing more and more attached to this warmth.
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