80. Long-term dependence on drugs to fall asleep
"I regret it so much, I've been regretting it these past few days... I thought I could pretend I knew nothing, but I can't!"
The girl's sobbing voice came through the receiver. Fu Rongshen turned his gaze away from the scattered bottles of sleeping pills on the table, leaned against the headboard, and closed his eyes.
Gently said: "If you regret it, come back. Yanhui, I have been waiting for you."
I have waited for many, many years, so long that it has become a habit, integrated into my blood, and cannot be washed away.
She cried and shook her head: "There's nothing I can do. Mom and Dad don't agree. They are very angry..."
"If I solve it, they will agree."
The man paused and said, "Yan Hui, Xiaoguai, can you please not hang up the phone tonight? Stay with me. I'm a little tired, and hearing your voice makes me feel at ease."
She couldn't understand his torment, but she still did as he said.
"As long as you want me, I'll take care of everything. Now, sweetheart, we should get some rest. Are you ready for bed now?"
She climbed up from the clean thick carpet and got into the quilt: "Well, I'm ready to go to bed."
With his cell phone turned on and placed on the bedside table, Chu Yanhui gradually fell asleep.
Fu Rongshen heard that she stopped talking and only heard the sound of the quilt corner being pulled and the sound of turning over, and he knew that she had fallen asleep.
Just by turning on his phone and feeling her presence, he felt extremely at peace.
In his mind, he could see her sleeping like a kitten, peaceful and quiet... The long-awaited sleepiness came over him, and he closed his eyes in pain and happiness.
Chu Yanhui has the habit of taking a nap at noon.
The next day, she got up from her lunch break and was about to go downstairs when she heard the nanny at home say, "Miss, Mr. Fu is here and he said he wants to visit you."
She hurried out of the room and saw the familiar figure of a man in the living room at the corner of the stairs.
Secretary Cheng beside him brought a lot of precious medicinal herbs and was handing them over to the housekeeper one by one.
The solution that my uncle mentioned yesterday was to fly to Haicheng and knock on her door immediately?
She was a little annoyed.
The night was always emotional, and she was so filled with sadness that she didn't even ask him how he was going to handle it.
Chu Yanhui didn't know how he managed to hide back in his room.
Because she knew that her father would come downstairs to talk to him soon. He would be polite at first, but when he got down to business, he would be so angry that he could not hold back his temper...
Sure enough, she heard a quarrel.
With Fu Rongshen's status, theoretically no one would want to have a conflict with him.
But the Fu family and the Chu family had been neighbors for decades, so Chu Pingyou was not very afraid of him.
Furthermore, no normal father in the world could tolerate his daughter being seduced by a man of the same age as him.
"...You watched Chu Yanhui grow up. How attached was she to you when she was little? She was like your own child... To do something like this is, to put it bluntly, animalistic behavior!"
Angry and disgusted curses were heard.
"I know, but I..." Fu Rongshen said something, but because his tone was very calm, Chu Yanhui couldn't hear it clearly.
She leaned against the door, her heart pounding.
When Fu Rongshen came to visit, one could imagine his father’s anger.
Can……
The noise outside grew louder and louder, then suddenly disappeared.
She went out and saw the living room was a mess.
Scared.
Secretary Cheng was walking out when she stopped them and said, "My dad and my uncle...what's going on?"
The other person shook his head: "The two of them had an argument and accidentally broke the vase. Mr. Fu was invited to the room by Mr. Chu to continue the discussion and asked me to wait for him in the car."
The word "negotiation" is the ultimate expression of linguistic art.
Chu Yan said to him, "Thank you for the documents you gave me that day, Secretary Cheng."
Cheng Quan pushed his glasses up and smiled kindly, "The easing of relations between Miss Chu and Director Fu is a good thing for people like us."
She suddenly remembered what Fu Rongshen said last night and asked him:
"Secretary Cheng, has my uncle been suffering from insomnia recently?"
Cheng Quan was visibly stunned, looking at her with an incredulous expression: "Director Fu has always had trouble sleeping and has relied on medication to fall asleep...Miss Chu hasn't noticed this in all these years?"
"What?"
Chu Yanhui's body froze, as if he had been hit.
She had never felt that her uncle had insomnia. It was only the last time he took out the sleeping pills and what he said last night that made her feel that he had insomnia.
"Secretary Cheng, let's talk alone."
She gestured for him to come in and sit down at the white table on the small balcony.
"You said that little uncle's insomnia started when?"
Cheng Quan answered without hesitation: "I have been working with Mr. Fu for almost seven years, and he has always been taking sleeping pills."
“So long…”
She recalled how she often clung to him when she was little. Although he looked pale and sickly, it was natural, not a disease, and he didn't need to take medicine, let alone sleeping pills.
Suddenly, she remembered what he once said to her - "If I make someone disappear, I will have nightmares, and I will never sleep again in my life."
At the time, she just thought he was mocking her innocence, but now she suddenly realized that he was actually mocking himself.
How painful must it be to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep all year round?
She couldn't bear it: "Have you seen a doctor? What did the doctor say?"
"I've been to the psychiatry department and the psychology department, and the diagnosis is a stress-induced sleep disorder with mild depression."
He frowned involuntarily: "I thought Miss Chu knew."
Chu Yanhui shook his head, his face pale.
After three years of sleeping in the same bed, she never felt that he had insomnia, never.
As for depressive tendencies, they are even less noticeable.
He is always gentle in front of her, and sometimes cruel, but he never shows any signs of being depressed. How could he have a tendency to depression?
"However," Cheng Quan paused and looked at her, "I am sure of one thing, Miss Chu has a great impact on Mr. Fu's sleep."
She wondered, "Why do you say that?"
"Ever since Mr. Fu has been with you, the monthly medication quota has been gradually reduced. In the past two years, the amount of medication used is much less than before. Basically, I only take it during my lunch break at the company."
"Because I recently increased the dosage...that's why I'm so sure."
Secretary Cheng sighed, "Mr. Fu had me throw that document into the shredder without even looking at it. I'm giving it to you out of selfishness, hoping that you and Mr. Fu won't break up because of a misunderstanding, otherwise he'll go back to his old ways."
"In the past?"
He explained, "Even though I frequently changed the type of sleeping pills and increased the dosage, it still didn't solve my sleep problems... Insomnia leads to irritability and boredom, so Mr. Fu's temper is often unpredictable."
"You may not feel it, but those of us who work with him have felt it deeply - he's become a completely different person in the past two years, much happier and gentler than before!"
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