Chapter 95: Who Am I to You?
Chapter 95: Who Am I to You?
When Fu Yanjing woke up, he felt something warm wiping his palm.
The light was too bright, and he was a little uncomfortable. He frowned, and his eyes darted around under his eyelids, avoiding opening them to save himself from harm.
The person wiping his palms and arms was too focused to notice that he had woken up.
The ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.
Fu Yanjing didn't like it.
But amidst the pungent smell of disinfectant, I could keenly detect the comforting scent of gardenia.
He heard Wen Jinye muttering, "Fu Yanjing, you must wake up safely..."
Whether she had been crying or not, her voice sounded muffled and nasal.
She carefully wiped each of Fu Yanjing's fingers when the cell phone on the table rang.
Wen Jinye is an old actor; he's been using this phone since he was in Hong Kong.
The microphone was leaking sound, and An Yu's energetic voice came through.
"Honey, I heard from Xu Xiangbai that you and Fu Yanjing were in a car accident on your way back to Jiangbei. Are you alright?"
She was traveling to other places for work, yet she was so well-informed.
"I'm fine."
Wen Jin paused for a moment, then said, "Fu Yanjing protected me..."
In that life-or-death moment, she fell into Fu Yanjing's arms, and Wen Jin only suffered minor injuries.
Fu Yanjing, however, fell into a coma.
Fortunately, the car had been modified and had a very high safety rating, so Fu Yanjing's injuries weren't too serious, but due to a head injury—
Wen Jin also said, "The doctor said he might have amnesia, although the chances are slim, I'm still a little scared..."
An Yu was taken aback when she heard this. "When did Fu Yanjing become so human?"
One sentence made Wen Jin swallow back her tears of worry and guilt.
Fu Yanjing almost laughed in anger while lying in the hospital bed.
Isn't it said that birds of a feather flock together? How did Wen Jin end up befriending a demon?
After the words were out of her mouth, An Yu belatedly realized that she should first soothe Wen Jinye's emotions.
Having known each other for so many years, An Yu understands Wen Jinye better than anyone else.
She was just forcing herself to detach and let go, but she was still deeply involved.
How could someone who is regarded as a faith and a source of light simply let go of it?
Besides, during those three years, their sweet moments were genuine, and Fu Yanjing's lack of commitment was also genuine.
This kind of feeling is the hardest to let go of.
"Don't be afraid, baby." Having witnessed too many moments when Wen Jin was sad for him, An Yu found it incredibly difficult to say anything kind to Fu Yanjing. After struggling for a long time, even with her silver tongue, she could only manage to utter one sentence:
"After all, evil deeds live on for a thousand years, and Fu Yanjing looks like he'll be hard to kill..."
Wen Jin's tears completely evaporated. "You'd better say less."
"Although he is indeed a bit hateful." He was always provoking her and mocking her. "But he did protect me."
Wen Jin was terrified at that time. When Fu Yanjing was unconscious on her body, her palms were covered with Fu Yanjing's blood.
She was trembling and devastated at that time because she was so afraid of losing him.
Later, I calmed down.
How could she possibly be worth Fu Yanjing doing that?
Perhaps Fu Yanjing was dumped here.
After all, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.
...
An Yu breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Wen Jin was also alright.
The two hung up the phone.
Wen Jin also asked the TV station for leave.
Regardless of whether Fu Yanjing needs it or not, he was injured more severely because of her, and Wen Jin has an obligation to take care of him.
She was about to pour out the water when she looked up and saw that the man on the hospital bed had already woken up.
A pair of peach blossom eyes stared at him without blinking.
He asked, "Who are you?"
The wet towel in Wen Jinye's hand instantly fell to the ground.
"You don't remember me?"
Wen Jin was also at a loss. "I'll go find a doctor."
"Wait." Fu Yanjing called out to her, his dark eyes filled with a hint of inquiry. "Tell me first, who am I to you?"
His acting was perfunctory and sloppy; perhaps he simply wanted to scare Wen Jinye, but the playful glint in his eyes did not escape Wen Jinye's notice.
It was a false alarm.
Wen Jin also noticed that her brow was twitching uncontrollably.
Frustrated and annoyed by the expense, she stared at Fu Yanjing for half a minute before finally unable to hold back.
Wen Jin also said, "Dog."
Fu Yanjing: ?
He instantly dropped his pretense, his narrow, sharp eyes narrowing, his tone carrying a mischievous threat, "Wen Jinye, is this how you repay me?"
Wen Jin also suspected that Fu Yanjing had really damaged his brain.
But that's not amnesia, it's a decline in intelligence.
"I'm just going along with your performance."
Wen Jin had often heard people around her talking about Fu Yanjing, saying that even if he wasn't some kind of Hong Kong entertainment circle prince, he could still dominate the entertainment industry just with his face.
Looking back now, that's not the case.
After all, even if someone is handsome, they will still be criticized as useless if they have no acting skills.
Wen Jin not only thought this, but also said it aloud: "Fu Yanjing, your acting is really bad."
After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out.
A short while later, the doctor came in with a group of nurses.
Various inspections and inquiries.
Wen Jin only suffered superficial injuries, and Fu Yanjing was not seriously injured either; they only need to rest for a few days.
Only the driver was seriously injured, but fortunately, after several days of treatment in the ICU, his vital signs stabilized, and he was saved from the brink of death.
This seemingly horrific car accident ultimately ended without serious harm.
After the doctor left, Fu Yanjing slept for a while longer.
She said she was hungry as soon as she woke up.
His assistant was so considerate, and all the nutritious soups and dishes looked delicious and appealing.
Moreover, it was brought over as soon as Fu Yanjing woke up, and the temperature was just right.
Behind the scenes, countless people are working tirelessly to prepare for this moment.
But he didn't eat it.
Leaning against the hospital bed, with an IV drip attached to his hand, he casually ordered his temporary caregiver, Wen Jinye, "I want to eat noodles from that noodle shop on Wensong Road."
Wen Jin also bought it back.
He took a delicate bite, not knowing whether his tastes had changed in recent years or he simply hadn't had an appetite since waking up.
I always feel like something's missing in my mouth.
Suddenly, I remembered that back at Xishan Mansion, when Fu Yanjing had a fever and no appetite, Wen Jin got up in the middle of the night to cook him a bowl of pumpkin porridge.
Perhaps even he himself felt a little confused. This person, who usually gave orders with a clear conscience, hesitated for the first time, saying, "You... make me a bowl of pumpkin porridge."
Wen Jin also sensed from his insecure tone that he was deliberately picking a fight.
After all, the lunchbox that the assistant brought contained millet porridge, eight-treasure porridge, and congee.
They deliberately left him with a choice.
But he didn't want anything.
Just like a picky eater, the less likely something is to be available, the more they like it.
Moreover, he had tricked him more than once or twice, and Wen Jin had just heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf".
She took a breath. "Fu Yanjing, can you stop being ridiculous?"
Going back to cook porridge now would take at least two hours, including the journey. By the time we get back, Fu Yanjing hasn't eaten all day and is practically starving.
She opened each of the insulated lunch boxes, saying, "These are all. Eat."
Before, I would get up in the middle of the night, yawning as I stirred the soup with a ladle, and I didn't mind the trouble even though I was practically sleeping in the pot.
Fu Yanjing glanced away indifferently, then his face suddenly darkened. "I'm not eating it. Take it away."
Wen Jin didn't want to argue with a patient, especially since he was more seriously injured, partly because he had protected her.
She was about to soften her tone and try to persuade him when she heard Fu Yanjing sneer, "You stopped pretending after the breakup, what kind of patience do you have now?"
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