Chapter 76 Are you planning to leave me and get back together with him?
There was dead silence all around.
The bathroom was eerily quiet. The faucet had long stopped dripping, and the condensation on the tiles slid silently down.
Chen Fu Ji knocked on the frosted glass door for the third time. The sound of his knuckles hitting the glass was particularly harsh in the empty bathroom.
Still no response.
Only his own heartbeat pounded against his eardrums.
"Xie Ling?" He called out in a raised voice, his Adam's apple rolling restlessly.
The only answer he got was suffocating silence.
Chen Fu Ji frowned, veins popped out on his forehead, and he took a half step back and slammed into the door.
The door lock made a sound of being overwhelmed and finally broke open on the third hit.
The steaming heat has long dissipated.
The cold air, carrying the lingering scent of shower gel, hit my face.
Xie Ling curled up in the corner between the bathtub and the wall, her wet hair sticking messily to her pale cheeks.
She hugged her arms, her knuckles turned white from the exertion, and there were still traces of water on the edge of the bathtub. She looked decadent and lonely.
Chen Fu Ji's pupils suddenly constricted.
He ripped the bathrobe off the rack, not even noticing his knees slamming heavily on the wet tiles, and wrapped Xie Ling's trembling body with the bathrobe.
"It's okay..." The broken voice choked in his throat.
——I don’t know whether to comfort her or comfort myself.
Chen Fu Ji paused, then picked up the man and carried him horizontally.
Xie Ling's cold cheek rested against his neck. She didn't struggle and nestled quietly in his arms.
The action caused his heart to ache briefly.
"Ding Dong--" the doorbell suddenly broke the silence in the room.
The assistant stood outside the door, holding an exquisite paper bag containing the latest women's suits of the season.
The moment the door opened, his pupils suddenly contracted - the person Mr. Chen was holding in his arms was actually Xie Ling?
The second young lady of the Xie family, who lost both her parents at a young age and had been raised by Cheng Yu, the second wife of the Xie family, and grew up with Mr. Xie, now had wet hair and a pale face, and was held in Chen Fu Ji's arms in a protective manner.
Neither of them was dressed properly, and there was an indescribable atmosphere in the air.
"Mr. Chen...Ms. Xie?" The assistant's voice was stuck in his throat. He had never expected to suddenly glimpse into the private affairs of such a wealthy family.
How could he remember... Miss Xie was married?
Chen Fu Ji took the paper bag expressionlessly, held Xie Ling in one hand, turned around and walked inside.
The assistant tactfully didn't ask any further questions, but when closing the door, he caught a glimpse of a faint red mark on Xie Ling's drooping wrist - like a scar.
In the bedroom.
Chen Fu Ji carefully placed the person on the bed.
As soon as Xie Ling touched the soft bed, it was as if all his strength was drained away from him, and he sank deeply into the pillow.
The faint scent of lavender on the quilt reminded her vaguely that she had been taking care of Bai Yirou in the hospital for several nights.
She curled up and buried her face in the quilt.
Everything that happened today flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern - that wrong decision had led to everything that was happening now. If only...
"Did I...really do something wrong..."
She asked herself silently in her heart.
I don’t know how long it took, but the familiar footsteps came and went.
Xie Ling felt the mattress sink slightly, and warm fingers gently brushed away the damp hair on her forehead.
"Wake up," Chen Fuji's voice was much softer than usual, "You'll get a headache if you sleep like this."
The hum of the hair dryer sounded in my ears.
The warm wind blew through her hair, and his fingers shuttled through her long hair, his movements were unspeakably gentle.
Xie Ling closed his eyes and gradually relaxed in the warm air from the hair dryer.
She felt like she was floating in warm lake water, her consciousness sinking little by little, and finally falling asleep.
This sleep was deep and long.
In her dream, time went back, and she saw her younger self hiding behind Mother Chen, secretly pulling at the corner of Chen Fu Ji's clothes.
Mother Chen smiled and said, "Xiao Ji, give in to your sister."
Although Chen Fuji loved to have a stern face when he was young, he would still secretly put candy into her palm.
The dream suddenly twisted, and I returned to the night my parents' plane crashed... the overwhelming crying, the expressionless faces of the airport staff, the funeral without a body...
Xie Ling suddenly opened his eyes.
The morning light shone through the gauze curtains onto the unfamiliar bed sheets, and there was no one in the room.
Only the clothes Chen Fu Ji prepared for her last night were neatly folded and placed on the bedside table.
Xie Ling returned to her and Cheng Yu'an's wedding room.
The slippers in the entrance hall were still in the same condition as when she left yesterday, and the living room was quiet.
The flowers she had placed on the dining table the day before were already a little wilted.
The bed in the master bedroom was made smooth without a wrinkle, obviously no one had come back last night.
The servants all shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen the gentleman.
Xie Ling stood in the empty house.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from Cheng Yuan: [My things will be moved out of the house in a few days.]
Not a negotiation.
It is to inform.
———
Xie Siyan stayed overnight in Mu Jia's apartment.
He was seriously injured.
The incident happened suddenly last night, and seeing a private doctor in the middle of the night would attract too much attention. In order to avoid being talked about, Mu Jia could only take him to the emergency room of the nearest hospital.
When the doctor was bandaging the wound, he reminded that the dressing should be changed every six hours. The subsequent dressing change task naturally fell on Mu Jia.
"It hurts..." Xie Siyan suddenly frowned and his arm moved unconsciously.
Only then did Mu Jia come back to his senses.
He realized that he had been staring at the gauze in a daze, and his hands were too strong, causing the medicine to drip onto the bed sheet, forming a small, glaring brown-yellow patch.
"What are you thinking about?" Xie Siyan suddenly spoke, his dark eyes looking straight into hers, as if he wanted to see through her thoughts.
"No," Mu Jia subconsciously avoided his gaze and lowered his head to continue treating the wound.
The wound on his arm was hideous, and the stitches gleamed coldly under the light.
It was clear that Cheng Yu'an had also been ruthless, but I wondered if his injuries were as serious...
"Is there nothing you want to ask me?" Xie Siyan suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
He couldn't use his injured arm, but he used his other hand to hold her waist tightly.
There was a relentless pursuit in his voice that left no room for escape.
Mu Jia was forced to press against his chest, the cotton swab in her hand falling onto the sheets. She pursed her lips, struggling briefly, feeling the warmth from his chest and the smell of iodine in the air. After a long moment, she whispered, "Is what he said... true?"
Xie Siyan did not answer immediately, but relaxed his strength, leaned his body on her, and closed his eyes.
The occasional sound of cars passing by outside the window made the room even quieter.
"Yes or no, what difference does it make?"
When she opened her eyes again, his gaze was scorching. He lifted her chin with his hand, looking a bit rogue. "Are you planning to leave me and get back together with him?"
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