"Sheng Qiaoqiao..."
A man's hoarse, low murmur came from above my head.
He pressed me tightly against his chest, my face buried in his shoulder.
His muscles were stiff and taut, and he reeked of cigarettes and alcohol, mixed with a faint smell of blood and rust.
I instinctively reached out and hugged him, gently patting his back to comfort him.
The room was dark, cold, and quiet, with only Fu Yanshen's short, rapid breathing. His chest heaved, and his iron arms tightened around my body.
It felt as if if I loosened my grip even slightly, I would run away.
Hasn't he always relied on Shi Jin a lot?
Shi Jin is his salvation. Why did he violently drive her away just now?
I managed to pull away from him slightly, but he quickly grabbed me tightly again, looking flustered, his chin pressed against my forehead.
I am unable to move.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually relaxed again.
"Fu Yanshen, do you know who I am?" I asked with a heavy heart, not wanting him to treat me as a substitute for Shi Jin.
"Sheng, Qiao, Qiao." He squeezed out my name through his teeth, one word at a time.
As soon as he finished speaking, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath, as if he were sucking in the scent of my body.
Hearing his answer, my nose tingled and my eyes welled up with tears.
Does he still care about me?
Did you bring me to London and to the villa where we lived together because you miss this place?
Buying me luxury handbags is like spoiling me the way I used to "pamper" him?
Is a domineering CEO condescending to help me win a prize from a claw machine just to make me happy?
I realized that my closed-off heart was starting to stir again.
But I don't want to think about it any further.
Right now, all I care about is how serious his injury is.
I felt that his muscles were less tense, so I reached behind him, stroked the back of his head, and gently ruffled his stiff hair.
"Fu Yanshen, let's go outside and let the doctor examine you, okay?" I said softly.
"Not good," he muttered, sounding like he was drunk.
He might indeed still be intoxicated.
"Xiao Fu, be a good boy and let the doctor take a look." I deliberately made my tone a little harsher, with a hint of command.
His body stiffened visibly for a moment, then he nuzzled against my neck again. "Okay."
He obeyed.
A smile played on my lips.
The moment the door opened, several pairs of eyes outside cast surprised glances at us.
Shi Jin, in particular, looked embarrassed, her gaze fixed on—
I was being held firmly in Fu Yanshen's hand.
She was also surprised. Why did Fu Yanshen acknowledge me instead of her, his white moonlight? He seemed embarrassed by her previous smugness.
"Lin Xiao, has the doctor arrived?" I looked away and called out to Lin Xiao.
After saying that, she helped Fu Yanshen sit down on the edge of the bed.
I went to the window and opened all the curtains to let in the bright light.
When I turned around, I saw Fu Yanshen tilting his chin to the side and covering his eyes with the back of his hand.
He locked himself in complete darkness for dozens of hours and was suddenly unaccustomed to the intense light.
Sunlight streamed down on him, his white shirt stained with patches of blood, and stubble grew on his chin, making him look颓废 and gloomy.
His dark, deep eyes peeked through his slightly parted fingers, as if he were looking at me standing in the light.
His eyes sparkled with starlight, the corners of them tinged with red, and his prominent, sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down incessantly.
It was as if a trace of emotion was being conveyed to me through his eyes.
My heart pounded, and I unconsciously swallowed.
At this point, his medical team arrived late.
Fu Yanshen insisted on taking a shower before returning to treat his wound.
Worried that his emotions might still be unstable, I stayed by his side the whole time, my heart clenching with anxiety because of the multiple wounds on his arms, chest, and calves.
Besides the deep and shallow, long and short wounds from the dagger, there were also burns from cigarette butts and cuts from porcelain shards. These new wounds outnumbered all the other old scars on his body combined.
This shows how crazy he was this time.
Looking at those wounds, I thought he might have depression or some kind of borderline personality disorder, and what Shi Jin said about him losing his mother when he was five years old. My throat tightened, and it hurt terribly.
"Mr. Fu, in your case, you need psychological counseling, as well as a diagnosis and medication—" Before the refined-looking male doctor in the white coat could finish speaking, Fu Yanshen raised his hand to stop him.
I remember this doctor's name was Xu Xun.
"No need." Fu Yanshen returned to his usual indifference, coldly refusing.
I frowned unhappily.
He's sick but refuses to cooperate with treatment. What does he want?
After the medical team left, Fu Yanshen walked to the wardrobe to get dressed.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" I asked with concern.
He hasn't slept a wink in the past day or two, doing nothing but smoking, drinking, and self-harm.
“Let’s go back to the villa first,” he said calmly, looking at me.
I helped him pick out a white shirt, sweater, jeans, and coat, worried that the wound on his arm might reopen, and helped him put them on.
Soon, we arrived at the parking space in front of the hotel, where Shi Jin was also downstairs.
"Jin'er, you should go back to China first." As Fu Yanshen spoke, his gaze fell on her swollen forehead with bumps.
“Ah Shen, we haven’t celebrated the New Year together for many years.” Shi Jin straightened his clothes.
Even though it doesn't need tidying up, she does it every time to assert her ownership in front of me.
I wisely got into the car first.
I don't know what Fu Yanshen said to her, but Shi Jin got into another Rolls-Royce and drove away.
Why didn't Fu Yanshen spend the New Year with Shi Jin, who had been missing for so many years?
After Fu Yanshen got into the car, I didn't ask him why.
Four days have already passed since the seven-day agreement was made. Let's see how things go in three days.
Back at the villa, Fu Yanshen lay down, and he pulled me down to lie down with him. I thought he was going to do something to me, but he just held me as we slept.
My aunt is still alive, so I'm not afraid of what he might do to me.
He buried his face in the back of my neck and fell asleep almost instantly, unlike someone who suffers from chronic insomnia.
As far as I can remember, he never had insomnia as long as he shared a bed with me.
And so am I.
Through countless lifetimes and grudges, I still rely on his embrace; only in his arms can I sleep soundly.
I don't know how long I slept, but I still felt like I hadn't slept enough when someone woke me up.
"Get up, young lady, you're going to be late!"
"Huh?!" Hearing that I was going to be late, I quickly got up, shook my still dizzy head, and was about to get out of bed.
As I looked up, a stunningly handsome face came into my view.
It is Fu Yanshen.
I was stunned for a moment before I realized what was happening.
I graduated many years ago!
"Fu Yanshen, you're playing me!" I yelled angrily, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.
She glared at him angrily, exhaled a breath of venom, and blew her bangs back.
The man easily caught the pillow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were full of doting affection.
Looking at his expression, I felt a little dazed.
He almost never smiled at me.
"Today is Lunar New Year's Eve in China. Get up quickly, let's go grocery shopping together." At this moment, he suppressed his smile and said seriously.
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