I had a vague idea of the answer, but I couldn't bear to believe it.
My heart clenched, contracted, and ached terribly.
Fu Yanshen turned to face me, his eyelids slightly narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Sheng Qiaoqiao, I told you, I only wanted to live because of you. You really don't learn your lesson."
As the words fell, he clenched the half-smoked cigarette in his palm, his dark eyes looking at me as if filled with pain.
My heart clenched.
Does he mean that after I "died," he also died?
I only found out later.
Two years ago, after my death, Fu Yanshen's hair turned white overnight.
Later, he set fire to our former home, burning down everything that belonged to me, along with himself, and perished in the flames.
Fortunately, he was discovered in time and saved. He spent a week in the ICU before surviving.
The scars on his body were all removed during cosmetic surgery to remove burn scars after that incident.
After that, he was no different from a walking corpse, unable to experience joy and sorrow, or taste the bitterness and sweetness of life.
Just existing.
I thought he had been doing very well these past two years...
It turns out it was just an illusion.
I stood frozen, watching his figure, tears streaming down my face.
“Fu Yanshen…” I walked up to him, opened my arms to hug him, but he took a step back.
"This face is ugly! And your voice is awful too!" His tone was full of disgust. "Besides, I've given up on you..."
Fu Yanshen's last sentence was clearly delivered without much confidence.
He left me and went into the brightly lit bedroom.
I quickly caught up with him and blocked his way. "He didn't have plastic surgery, he just wore a mask. Only Leng Xiao has the medicine. Soaking in it will restore his original appearance!"
Fu Yanshen gave me a cold look, said nothing, and walked towards the door.
I quickly followed.
"When exactly did you recognize me? Did you recognize me on that one-night stand?" This was very important to me, so I pressed him for an answer.
Fu Yanshen acted aloof and ignored me.
Upon reaching the first floor, he took off his thick suit jacket, tossed it onto the sofa, removed his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, and headed towards the kitchen.
I casually picked up the suit jacket from the sofa and hung it on the coat rack next to the door.
With his bodyguards guarding the outside, Leng Xiao probably won't try anything.
Who cares?
I don't want to worry about anything for now; I just want to enjoy my long-awaited reunion with Fu Yanshen.
This villa was spotless.
Everything was decorated the same as before, and every corner was filled with our memories. I looked at the red brick fireplace.
Four years ago, when he brought me here for the Chinese New Year, we sat there by the fire, quietly watching the snow falling outside...
When I hated him before, I blamed him for knowing he was going to die, yet still provoking me, bringing me here, and giving me sweet treats... Actually, deep down I also knew that loving someone is something you can't control.
He knew he was going to die at that time. How much bitterness and despair must he have felt when he looked at me?
Fu Yanshen was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. I walked over and hugged him from behind. "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry."
I've wronged him so much.
He ignored me.
After suppressing my sadness and composing myself, I walked over to him and asked with a smile, "Do you need me to help you?"
He still won't talk to me.
The man deftly tiptoed up the frying pan, the spaghetti tumbling in mid-air before settling back down.
I carefully looked around and saw that the steak was marinated, and the asparagus and broccoli were all cleaned. There was nothing I needed to do.
She simply walked behind him and hugged him, saying, "Fu Yanshen, I've been thinking about you day and night for the past two years!"
I spoke to him with utmost honesty and openness, and it was also the truth.
She buried her face deep in his back, inhaling his scent.
"I don't miss you!" Fu Yanshen said loudly.
I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure.
Arrogant and haughty.
"Get out of the way, you're in my way!" he scolded me again with disdain.
"Fu Yanshen, are you still hoping to go through the 'wife-chasing-after-the-cremation' process? I'll remember the grudge you inflicted on Miss Du for buying her a diamond ring today." I released him and turned the tables on him.
However, the arrogant fellow wasn't intimidated by me.
...
After dinner, it was quite late, and Fu Yanshen had added clothes to the wardrobe at some point.
There were robes, nightgowns, and underwear, all in my size. They had been washed and disinfected, and they smelled of ozone.
It seems Fu Yanshen went to the study on the third floor to make a phone call.
Just now, during dinner, I brought up the matter of Old Master Ye wanting me to disappear again, and he finally paid attention to me, saying that he was not sure yet why Old Master Ye had hidden me away.
He will send someone to investigate.
After I took a relaxing essential oil bubble bath, Fu Yanshen still hadn't returned to the bedroom.
I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and pushed open the half-closed door to the study. The man was sitting upright, busy in front of the computer.
When I reached him from behind, I nestled affectionately on his shoulder, smelling wonderful. "Still busy?"
She deliberately breathed on his ear to tease him.
The man remained expressionless, his long, slender fingers still typing on the keyboard.
I bit his earlobe again. "Mr. Fu, go back to your room and go to sleep."
His ears turned visibly red, but he maintained a composed demeanor.
When I uttered the word "husband," I was taken aback.
It's been a long time.
Fu Yanshen abruptly closed the silver notebook, turned around, and looked at me expressionlessly.
One word, "husband," and he finally couldn't sit still any longer.
I immediately slumped into his arms as if boneless. He looked down at me, his brow furrowed slightly, and covered my face with his large hand. "You'd better get your face back to normal, completely intact!"
He said it with an air of authority.
I smiled.
He fell in love with me at first sight, of course he loved my original face.
I leaned on his shoulder, turned my head to his ear, my heart pounding wildly, "Xiao Fu, guess when I fell in love with you?"
I whispered in his ear, my breath sweet as orchids.
His body visibly tensed, but he said, "I don't want to know."
I released his neck and got off his legs. "If you don't want to know, then forget it."
"ah--"
Before I had taken two steps, the man grabbed me from behind and pulled me back, causing me to fall onto his lap again.
Fu Yanshen wrapped his arms around my slender waist, his thin lips close to my ear, "When?"
I just said I didn't want to know, and now I'm being so persistent. What a jerk.
Hot breath sprayed against my sensitive ear, and my breathing became increasingly rapid. "When did you finally recognize me?"
I was panting heavily as I tried to bargain with him.
"Sheng, Qiao, Qiao!"
He seemed unwilling to wait another second, eager to know the answer, and called my full name slowly and deliberately.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk, I'll talk!" It's because I want to spoil him.
I turned to face him, my loving gaze lingering on his features, my fingertips gently tracing his strong lines.
Finally, our eyes met, and I slowly said, "Fu Yanshen, I also fell in love with you at first sight."
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