Rong Yan remembered that the photo was taken so that she could consult with the doctor about whether bleeding was a problem.
Fu Jingsheng never expected that he could actually cripple someone by sleeping with them.
He gently rubbed the woman's lower abdomen with concern: "It's my fault for being too rough."
"So, you still want to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? Do you want my progesterone to rupture?" Rong Yan asked, raising her eyes.
"How did you know I wanted to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? He Wei, that traitor!" Fu Jingsheng suddenly thought of his assistant, who had told him to make the appointment secretly, yet he still told Rong Yan.
"Every medicine has side effects. What's wrong with you? Why are you seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor specializing in men's health? Do you need tonics for your kidneys?" Rong Yan didn't understand. Fu Jingsheng had been acting like a wolf lately, so why was he suddenly suspecting that she had a problem?
Fu Jingsheng explained that he wasn't taking that kind of medicine, but rather wanted to get some tonics to replenish his energy.
As a doctor, Rong Yan always felt that even tonics had side effects.
“Fu Jingsheng, I also feel that my energy is not as good as before. Exercise can improve physical condition. Let’s work out together,” Rong Yan suggested. “There is a 24-hour gym at the entrance of the community. If we exercise together at night, we can sleep more soundly.”
Fu Jingsheng used to always make time to work out, no matter how busy he was. But so much has happened lately that he hasn't been to the gym for months.
When he got home that night, all he could think about was having sex with his partner, and he didn't care about working out. When Rong Yan suggested that they do it together, he was more than happy to oblige.
"No need to go out. I'll make a call and put some exercise equipment in the empty room in the basement. You can work out at home tonight, and I'll teach you." Fu Jingsheng has fitness experience, so there's no need for him to squeeze into a gym.
Rong Yan knew that her husband's muscular physique was definitely the result of training, and since he was a ready-made personal trainer, she figured she might as well use him, so she said, "Okay."
Fu Jingsheng contacted a medical device factory that could deliver immediately.
After stopping Fu Jingsheng from seeing a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Rong Yan left the company; she still had to spend time with Xiao Baihe.
After seeing that his wife had left, He Wei came over to apologize.
Fu Jingsheng threw a cushion at his assistant: "Fine, I shouldn't have brought you back when you went to work at Songshan Clinic. You're eating at two places and getting paid from both, aren't you? Traitor."
He Wei picked up the cushion and put it on the sofa. If it weren't for the fact that Fu Jingsheng was still his good friend, he wouldn't have bothered to stop him. If he got sick from eating it, so be it. Why should he bother?
He Wei muttered, "I was meddling in other people's business, I deserve it. You can eat as much as you want from now on, eat until you die."
"How dare you talk like that?" Fu Jingsheng grabbed another cushion and threw it at him.
He Wei stopped picking it up, turned around with a long face, and prepared to leave.
"Stop, I have something to tell you." Fu Jingsheng called out to him and gave him some instructions.
In the evening, the fitness equipment arrived, and Fu Jingsheng took some time to go home and take a look.
When he was renovating the basement, he reserved a fitness area and added equipment, making it like a small gym.
The man took a few photos and sent them to Rong Yan.
Rong Yan and Xiao Baihe were hiking.
With her legs about to cramp, Rong Yan had no time to look at her phone. She used a tree branch as a crutch and persevered until she reached the top of the mountain.
Just so I could show Xiaobaihe the sunset over Tiancheng.
The mountain wasn't high, but Rong Yan was panting heavily. She realized once again that she lacked exercise, and the woman secretly vowed to work out every day.
When Xiaobaihe was in Haicheng, she always ran around and got used to climbing. The mountains in Tiancheng weren't high at all, and she could climb them with ease.
Sitting atop the mountain, Rong Yan sat down, slightly raising her head. The setting sun shone on her, warm and gentle in the breeze.
After sending out the photos, Fu Jingsheng received no reply. He called Rong Yan and learned that the woman was on the mountaintop. He asked which mountain it was and when they would be coming down. He planned to pick them up at the foot of the mountain.
When Rong Yan descended the mountain, night had already fallen.
When they reached the top of the last step, the woman was so happy she almost cried.
"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng had been staring at the path down the mountain and soon spotted his wife.
He noticed that Rong Yan was walking slowly, so he went over and picked her up, regardless of whether there was anyone around.
Little Lily covered her eyes and exclaimed, "Ouch!"
"Put me down," Rong Yan said shyly.
"Don't move, the car is just ahead." Fu Jingsheng held his wife tightly.
After having dinner at Yushui Bay, Rong Yan lay on the massage chair for half an hour before her leg felt a little better.
In this condition, even walking is difficult, let alone exercising.
The woman glanced at the equipment on the basement floor and sighed, "I really can't exercise today."
Fu Jingsheng understood and, fearing that Rong Yan would get tired, carried her upstairs.
When he helped her take off her shoes, he noticed the wound on his wife's heel.
"You're not allowed to go out tomorrow. Lily isn't just staying for a few days. You want to explore the whole of Tiancheng in a week? Your feet are in this state." The man couldn't help but scold.
He put a band-aid on Rong Yan and rubbed his fingers around the wound: "Does it hurt? No wonder you were limping down the mountain."
"It doesn't hurt." Rong Yan hugged Fu Jingsheng's neck. "You rubbed it and it doesn't hurt at all anymore."
"Okay, lie down, I'll give you a massage." Fu Jingsheng moved the blanket off the bed so that Rong Yan could lie face down.
He moved very gently, focusing on relaxing Rong Yan's legs.
"My inner thighs hurt, massage them more." Rong Yan made her request without any politeness.
When the man moves inside, he gets too much pressure and accidentally brushes against places he shouldn't be.
Rong Yan's legs tensed up involuntarily.
"Phew! My leg is crippled, how come it still reacts when I touch it?" Rong Yan blushed. She suddenly understood why Fu Jingsheng was so brave despite being injured.
"Are you feeling better now?" The man's deep voice sounded in her ear. Rong Yan turned her head to look at him. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. The key point was that after Fu Jingsheng took a shower that night, he was only wearing a bathrobe. Under the half-open collar, his muscles were faintly visible.
Rong Yan stared blankly.
She's obsessed with good looks, abs, voice, and Adam's apple. Every detail of Fu Jingsheng perfectly matches Rong Yan's aesthetic, and her heart is pounding again.
The woman thought to herself: Rongyan, you're just a lecherous woman.
But Fu Jingsheng is just too tempting.
Rong Yan lifted one leg and rubbed it against the man's waist.
Fu Jingsheng was stunned. He looked up slightly and met the woman's eyes, which were full of flirtatious charm.
Is this an implication?
Rong Yan was still scratching her toes when she saw Fu Jingsheng swallow hard, which made her heart flutter even more.
But her legs are already failing, and she still wants more? Fu Jingsheng will definitely laugh at her.
She had to hold back and let the man speak first.
"Not sore anymore? You can still lift it up." Fu Jingsheng held the woman's calf and laid it flat. "Are you teasing me on purpose?"
He thought Rong Yan was joking with him.
Rong Yan moved both legs: "It doesn't hurt. You're doing a good job. I can pedal on the sprocket machine for half an hour."
"Want to work out?" Fu Jingsheng asked.
Is this man genuinely naive or just pretending? Is she trying to talk about fitness?
Just as Rong Yan was about to shake her head, Fu Jingsheng suddenly leaned over and, from the moment he touched Rong Yan's skin, his desire never subsided.
He unbuttoned the only button on his bathrobe and pressed his upper body against Rong Yan's smooth back.
He kissed the back of her neck.
"You want to work out like this, right?" the man said, a smile playing on his lips.
The woman's hands crumpled the sheets: "Mmm."
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