Chapter 25 Taking care of Fu Jingchuan took a shower, and the hot water temporarily relieved the pain...
Fu Jingchuan took a shower. The hot water temporarily soothed his tense nerves and his body relaxed.
He walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hair, and saw Shen Shutong standing at the door of his bedroom, holding a pillow and a thin quilt in his hands.
He was stunned for a moment.
Shen Shutong walked into the room and placed the pillow on the other side of the bed: "You've been having a lot of reactions lately and getting up a lot at night. I'll sleep here so it's easier for me to take care of you."
Fu Jingchuan paused in wiping his hair, put the towel on his wet hair, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes.
"No." He quickly refused. "I'm fine. You won't be able to sleep well here, and I might disturb you at night."
He was telling the truth. Morning sickness came at any time of day or night, often without warning. He didn't want her to see him in such a state, let alone disrupt her already scarce sleep.
Chen Shutong didn't stop making the bed, and didn't even look up: "How loud can it be? Can it be louder than drilling at a construction site?"
Fu Jingchuan watched in silence as she neatly made her half of the bed, his Adam's apple rolling. She was wearing silk pajamas, the drape of the fabric highlighting her slender figure, and the scent of body frankincense wafted towards her.
He felt a dryness in his mouth. Besides the annoying morning sickness and fatigue of pregnancy, there was another, even more difficult change to express—he found his desire for Shen Shutong had become unusually intense and sensitive. Sometimes, just a casual proximity from her, or the mere smell of her scent, would send his body into an uncontrollable heat.
Sleeping in the same bed was nothing short of a sweet torture for him at the moment, as the doctor had clearly stated that he needed to be extra careful in the first three months.
"Shutong," he said, trying to change her mind, his tone pleading. "Really, there's no need. I'm used to being alone. With you here, I can't sleep well."
Shen Shutong stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked at him scrutinizingly: "Fu Jingchuan, are you embarrassed?" She glanced at his slightly red ears, feeling a little funny in her heart, "Or do you think I can't stand even this little noise? Stop talking nonsense, dry your hair quickly and go to bed, you have a meeting tomorrow morning."
After she finished speaking, she didn't give him a chance to refute. She threw back the quilt and lay down in it, with her back to him, and took out her cell phone to start looking at it.
Fu Jingchuan stood there, looking at her back as she left him, and finally sighed helplessly.
He walked silently to the dressing table and picked up the hair dryer. Through the mirror, he could see Shen Shutong lying on the bed, her slender waistline buried in the quilt.
He forced himself to look away, blow-drying his hair carefully, when suddenly a wave of nausea came over him. He turned off the hair dryer and leaned against the sink, retching again.
This time it was more uncomfortable than before. He vomited so much that his eyes turned red and tears came out.
Shen Shutong came over at some point and leaned against the door frame, holding a cup of warm water. After he recovered a little, she handed the water to him and said, "Rinse your mouth."
Fu Jingchuan's hands were still shaking as he took the cup. He rinsed his mouth with warm water, diluting the bitter taste. He looked at his disheveled self in the mirror, feeling a mixture of emotions.
Fu Jingchuan rinsed his mouth slowly, patted his face with cold water, and felt the force slowly pass. He walked back to the room, and Shen Shutong had already lain down again, seemingly looking at his phone again.
He lifted the other side of the quilt and lay down in it, trying to stay as far away from her as possible, his body a little tense.
There was a distance between them, but her warmth and breath permeated clearly, silently invading his senses.
He closed his eyes, tried to calm his breathing, and tried to ignore the inappropriate restlessness deep in his body.
It was late at night. Fu Jingchuan didn't sleep well. Morning sickness had consumed a lot of his energy, and his lower back began to feel sore. He unconsciously turned over several times, trying to find a position that could relieve the pressure on his lower back.
Half asleep and half awake, he felt a pair of hands gently resting on his lower back.
He instantly became more awake and his body stiffened slightly.
The hands gently massaged his sore waist. The technique wasn't professional, but it just relieved the stiffness and soreness in that area.
His tense body slowly relaxed.
Shen Shutong rubbed his body attentively. She didn't withdraw her hand until she felt the muscles under her hand were no longer so tense. She turned over, facing away from him, and seemed to fall asleep again.
Fu Jingchuan quietly moved a little closer to her, close enough that he could clearly hear her breathing and the warmth emanating from her body, and then he closed his eyes again.
Starting from the next day, Shen Shutong seemed to put the "convenient care" into practice.
Fu Jingchuan's early pregnancy symptoms were indeed becoming increasingly severe. Not only could he not tolerate the smell of greasy food, but sometimes even the taste of food. He vomited violently in the mornings, feeling completely exhausted and unable to recover for a long time. His appetite was also extremely poor, and even the most delicious food was unappetizing. He had become noticeably thinner, and his eyes often had a tired, bluish-gray tint.
Shen Shutong saw it and frowned more and more.
She asked Aunt Wang to cook him various light and nutritious meals, including porridge, soups, and refreshing side dishes, but with little success. She began to personally watch him eat, "Eat a little, otherwise an empty stomach will make you feel worse."
Fu Jingchuan was listless, sometimes forcing himself to eat a few bites, but more often he would shake his head, push away his bowl and chopsticks, and lean back in his chair with a pale face to catch his breath. Shen Shutong no longer forced him, but asked Aunt Wang to keep the warm porridge and side dishes ready, and persuade him to eat some when he felt a little better.
Despite his physical discomfort, Fu Jingchuan did not completely give up his work. His sense of responsibility did not allow him to stay at home all day like a fragile object.
"There is a project briefing this afternoon and I must be there." He said to Shen Shutong while eating breakfast on the table.
Shen Shutong wanted to say something, but seeing the determination in his eyes, she swallowed the words back. She knew that letting him rest completely would only increase his psychological burden. "Tell the driver to drive steadily and prepare hot water in the car. If you feel unwell, call me anytime and I'll pick you up."
Fu Jingchuan nodded.
Seeing him forcing himself to put on his suit, Shen Shutong felt a little distressed. She walked over silently and helped him adjust his tie. Fu Jingchuan lowered his eyelids, feeling her warmth, and his tense expression eased slightly.
His gaze fell on her face, taking in the faint dark circles beneath her eyes. He remembered how she seemed to have come home very late last night and how she had gotten up early with him this morning. A mixture of guilt and heartache crept over him. He should have been her most solid support, but now he had become an additional burden.
She took on most of his work that required him to travel outside, but Fu Jingchuan still insisted on handling core decisions and important meetings personally.
"I'll take your place on the afternoon trip to the development zone to look at land," she said, checking the schedule on her tablet. "But you'll attend the high-level meeting at 3 o'clock. I'll be there. Go home immediately after it's over and don't come back to the office."
Fu Jingchuan wanted to say something, but a wave of nausea came over him. He quickly covered his mouth and waited a few seconds before saying in a hoarse voice, "I know." Seeing her methodically arranging his busy schedule, he felt bitter in his heart, "Shutong, don't be too tired. You don't have to do some things yourself. You can hand them over to the people below."
Without even raising his head, Shen Shutong said calmly, "I know what's going on. Just take care of yourself."
"If the video conference can be postponed, please postpone it. If it really doesn't work, just hold it in the study. I will prepare the information for you in advance." Shen Shutong added with a firm attitude.
Fu Jingchuan didn't refute this time, just a soft "hmm". He looked at her focused profile, and the heartache in his heart weighed down again. He knew that her "knowledge" often meant over-commitment.
As a result, Shen Shutong's schedule became even more busy. She often left home early in the morning to attend various inspections and social events on behalf of Fu Jingchuan, and then dealt with her own company affairs in the evening, often returning late at night.
No matter how late she worked, the first thing she did when she returned to the villa was to take a look at Fu Jingchuan's room.
He was usually asleep, but not soundly, his brows slightly furrowed. On the bedside table was a glass of water and a few soda crackers, sometimes half-empty, with the crackers still untouched.
Chen Shutong would walk over quietly, tuck in the quilt, and test the temperature of his forehead. His eyes would sweep across his exhausted face, and the pain in his heart would spread again. Then he would quietly leave and return to his room to wash up.
Sometimes she came back early and found Fu Jingchuan still processing documents in the study. She would walk in directly and put the freshly warmed milk into his hands: "It's ten o'clock, time to rest. Let's look at it tomorrow."
He would nod, drink his milk obediently, and leave the study with her.
His back pain became more frequent, especially after sitting for long periods of time. Once, when Shen Shutong came in to deliver some fruit, she saw him pounding his lower back with his hands, his face a little tired. She didn't say anything, but just walked over, put her hand on his lower back, and began to press gently.
Fu Jingchuan's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed under the perfect force.
"Here?" Shen Shutong pressed a certain point.
"Hmm..." Fu Jingchuan closed his eyes and said in a vague voice, "It's a bit sour."
Shen Shutong focused on massaging that spot for him. She didn't stop until she felt his tense muscles relax.
"Okay, go to bed early." After she said that, she went out with the empty fruit plate.
Fu Jingchuan looked at the closed study door, and the warmth of her palm seemed to still remain on his lower back. He lowered his head to look at the documents on the table that he had not finished reading, and finally turned off the desk lamp as he was told.
That afternoon, Shen Shutong returned from an external meeting early. She didn't find Fu Jingchuan in the study, and Aunt Wang said he seemed unwell that afternoon and was resting in the bedroom.
She pushed open the bedroom door. The curtains were drawn and the light was dim. Fu Jingchuan was lying on his side on the bed, seemingly asleep, but his brows were furrowed, and it seemed that he was not sleeping well.
Shen Shutong walked over lightly, sat down beside the bed, and looked at him quietly for a while.
She reached out her hand and lightly brushed her fingertips across his slightly furrowed brow, as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
Fu Jingchuan moved a little and rubbed the pillow unconsciously, but did not wake up.
Chen Shutong withdrew his hand and pulled up the thin blanket that had slipped off for him. His eyes fell on his lower abdomen. The pregnancy was too young and no curve could be seen.
She looked at it for a long time and sighed softly.
"I really... owe you."
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