It turns out that Fu Yanshen knew he was going to die, which is why he looked at me with such despair and pain.
My nose tingled slightly, and I belatedly realized that all the heartless things he said to me after our seven-day romance ended were insincere.
He's dying and can't give me a future, which is why he was so heartless, so that I would give up on him.
He's so heartless that he won't even save our child.
Now that he's back alive, I've truly given up on him.
I forced a smile; the wound on my forehead still stung faintly. I was all alone on the familiar yet unfamiliar bed.
Fu Yanshen was nowhere to be seen.
By now, the sun is high in the sky.
I endured the headache and got up.
I was wearing his white shirt, which he changed me into while I was asleep. The underwear was the same pair I wore yesterday; it was clearly washed and clean.
I don't feel any discomfort, which proves that he didn't do anything to me last night.
I now understand that his ban on Makino was not to force me to become his plaything.
Instead, it gave me a way out.
He wants me to take the initiative to make up with him.
I got up, quickly washed up, and changed into the dress I wore last night. The dress had been washed and dried.
As soon as I went downstairs, a rich aroma of grain wafted from the restaurant, like the smell of millet porridge.
Fu Yanshen came out of the kitchen with a bowl and chopsticks in his hands. He was wearing a white shirt, jeans, and an apron, looking every bit the domestic man.
When he saw me, his gaze froze, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
I smiled at him and strolled over.
Golden millet porridge simmered in a clay pot, translucent shrimp dumplings that look exquisite and tempting, milk-flavored steamed buns that are white and soft, along with boiled eggs, stir-fried asparagus and broccoli.
"So lavish."
I looked at the nutritious and complete breakfast on the table, broke the silence by raising my voice, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
When she looked up, she met a gentle look in Fu Yanshen's eyes.
"Drink some water first." He handed me a glass of warm water.
A long, long time ago, before he ate breakfast, I would make him drink a glass of warm water first, for health reasons.
After I drank half a glass of warm water, he peeled a hard-boiled egg and handed it to me, which was very considerate.
We ate breakfast peacefully. He was slow, deliberate, elegant, and refined, and I had a good appetite, enjoying my meal.
After he finished eating, he went to get the first-aid kit, and I sat down on the sofa.
"Does it still hurt? Are you dizzy?" The man knelt on one knee in front of me, looked up at me, and asked gently.
Her eyes were filled with tenderness, shimmering like water.
I smiled and shook my head.
"If you dare to say such nonsense again and upset me..." Fu Yanshen said sternly, his tone slightly reproachful.
He meant that I said something he didn't like to hear last night, which is why he threw me out of the bedroom.
I always thought he treated me like a plaything, and what I said to him was indeed unpleasant to hear.
"Hiss..." I gasped the moment the iodine was applied.
Fu Yanshen quickly blew on the wound, and his warm masculine scent lingered around my nose as we were so close.
The way he looks now reminds me of my last two days in London.
She is gentle, considerate, and dotes on me.
That's what I once hoped for.
He quickly disinfected my wound, and I watched his retreating figure, breaking the silence:
“Fu Yanshen, Lin Xiao told me a lot about your disappearance yesterday.”
He paused slightly as he packed his medicine box. "I'll have someone bring all your things back in a bit."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards me, his brows relaxed, his dark eyes sparkling with subtle light, and a smile playing on his lips.
He opened his arms to hug me, but I immediately dodged away.
The man frowned, his smile froze, and he looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"Fu Yanshen, we can't go back."
I stood a few steps away, looking up at him with a firm gaze and a calm, resolute tone.
He was clearly taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"Fu Yanshen, I'm calm now. I'm not being stubborn or doing this on purpose. I'm serious. I won't be with you anymore."
I will never repeat the same mistake.
As I finished speaking, I quietly touched the scar on my left wrist that hadn't completely faded away.
Fu Yanshen looked at me with disbelief, his eyes fixed on me as if trying to see right through me.
I met his gaze directly, letting him see right through me.
Because this is my truest thought.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanshen's chest heaved violently, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I didn't hear anything just now. I'm calling someone to move."
His eyes gleamed, his tone serious, and his voice carried an undeniable forcefulness.
He clearly saw that I was determined. Your appearance reflects your heart. I am now completely disillusioned with him. Your face and eyes don't lie.
But he just refused to believe it.
"Fu Yanshen, stop deceiving yourself. Let's stop arguing. I don't blame you." I said calmly, then turned and left.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao!" he called out to me sharply.
His angry tone seemed to convey both incomprehension and sorrow.
“When I first came back, you ignored me, which I understand. After all, I deliberately said things to make you give up before I left. You were unmoved when you saw my scars, without saying a word. I was hurt, but I eventually convinced myself… I deliberately instructed Lin Xiao to tell you those things, so you would understand that you were never anyone's substitute. I had my own unspeakable suffering. Now, you know everything… you know my feelings for you… so why did you still leave me?”
"Tell me, why?"
Fu Yanshen's hoarse, deep voice came from behind me, his tone filled with accusation and hurt.
Why?
I don't want to reopen old wounds; it hurts too much.
His words came too late.
“Fu Yanshen, people’s hearts can change.” I said earnestly with my back to him, and then took a step.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, you, you dare to try leaving this house today?" His threatening voice came from behind me, his tone filled with incoherent anxiety.
This home...
I immediately suppressed the painful memories that were about to resurface and continued moving forward.
"Sheng Qiaoqiao, don't be ungrateful!"
Fu Yanshen said angrily again.
Threats didn't work, so he resorted to force.
Without hesitation, I resolutely walked towards the door without looking back at him.
A warm June breeze drifted in from outside, carrying a faint floral scent. I quickened my pace, eager to go outside and embrace the warm sunshine.
The moment I stepped out, someone suddenly blocked my waist from behind, and my back slammed into a hard chest.
Fu Yanshen hugged me tightly from behind.
He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and pressed his other hand hard against my chest, pulling me into his arms.
"Sweetie, stop making a fuss... Don't make me angry, I don't want to hurt you... Qiaoqiao, don't force me... I'm sick, I'll go crazy... I don't want to hurt you..." He buried his face in my neck, his voice hoarse and soft, his gentle coaxing tone filled with pleading.
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