"Auntie, I'll change it myself. We get sleepy when we work the night shift, and it's easy to spill coffee," Guo An said, echoing the cleaning lady's words.
"I'll take it and wash it right away." The aunt prepared to go upstairs again.
"No need, I've already changed it, Auntie. I spilled it by accident. If I see it again, just take it away." Guo An didn't know if anyone else besides the auntie had noticed the sofa.
The aunt smiled and said, "Okay."
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In Beicheng, Rong Yan saw a video sent by her daughter after she got up; it was pouring rain in Tiancheng.
The daughter left a message asking her mother if there was thunder in the north of the city and if her mother was scared. They didn't call because they were worried that they might wake her up if she hadn't gotten up yet.
“Fu Jingsheng, there’s a thunderstorm in Tiancheng. I remember Yunting is afraid of thunder, so I’ll make a video call.” Rong Yan immediately dialed her son’s number.
Fu Yunting was playing with his brother at the amusement park when he heard his watch ring. He pressed the answer button: "Mom."
Rong Yan heard playful voices on the other end: "Son, were you scared by the thunder today?"
"Mom, my little brother is crying because he's scared. He's crying and looking for his dad." Fu Yunlei answered for Fu Yunting.
The proud little boy glared at his older brother and muttered, "I'm not scared. I didn't cry. I had a nightmare, and I cried in my dream."
Rong Yan could tell whether her son was lying or not, but she didn't call him out on it. Instead, she said, "Yun Ting is definitely not afraid. He's just having nightmares."
"See, you still need your dad in crucial moments, right? You feel safe knowing your dad is there." Fu Jingsheng was overjoyed to hear his son mention his father and went over to him happily.
"No, I'm not afraid. I just dreamt about my dad," Fu Yunting denied.
Fu Jingsheng rolled his eyes. He had set up a way out for his son, but his son wouldn't let him. Fine, his fatherly love had vanished. He moved away from the camera.
"You guys have fun, Dad and I are going home tomorrow." Rong Yan hung up the phone promptly when she saw the children were having a great time.
Fu Jingsheng leaned against the dressing table, getting angry again.
"Mr. Fu, what are you doing?" Rong Yan nudged the man's shoulder. "You're always fighting over girls, aren't you narrow-minded?"
Fu Jingsheng smirked: "The whole family loves you, of course you'll say that. Just think about it, nobody cares about you. After all, I raised my two sons from infancy..."
Rong Yan was getting tired of hearing it, so she covered her husband's mouth and said, "Men shouldn't nag. They just feel that they are too close to you, so close that they don't need to be polite. That's a sign of their love for you."
Fu Jingsheng snorted; he'd never believe that.
But the next second, the man smiled wickedly and hugged his wife: "A mother has to pay for her son's debts. I didn't do anything to you last night, but you can pay for it today."
Fortunately, Rong Yan was prepared. She took out the heart she had folded last night from her pocket: "Here, I folded this by hand after you fell asleep. I'm giving it to you as compensation. I love you the most."
Fu Jingsheng took the heart-shaped gift, looked at it, and then put it in his pocket: "Whoever wants this, I want your flesh... to repay them."
Is this man overly romantic? She's terrible at crafting, it's so hard for her to create a heart shape, and he actually said no.
"Why are you putting it in your pocket? Give it back to me." Rong Yan reached for it, but Fu Jingsheng grabbed her hand.
"Yes, but I want something else more. I don't care, I'm injured and desperately need comfort." Fu Jingsheng held Rong Yan tightly.
She pointed at Fu Jingsheng's area: "You won't feel at ease until it's worn out, right?"
Fu Jingsheng is definitely not bad, and he will need to see a doctor as soon as he returns to Tiancheng. He may need to abstain from sexual activity while taking medication, so he should rest well.
However, he didn't tell Rong Yan that he had made another doctor's appointment, and this time it was for addiction treatment.
Rong Yan used to read novels where authors wrote about the male and female protagonists for years, even every day, and she didn't believe it then, but now she's completely convinced.
If it weren't for concerns about his health, Fu Jingsheng probably wouldn't even need to do it once a day.
"Don't worry, do you want to?" Fu Jingsheng asked his wife gently.
Rong Yan did not deny it: "I want to. I want to go crazy while I'm young, but I'm afraid my body can't handle it."
Fu Jingsheng patted his thigh: "Sit up and let's talk for a bit."
They chatted for a short while before heading to bed.
Rong Yan was below, and Fu Jingsheng was lying on top of her, using his fingers to brush aside the bangs that were covering her forehead and admiring the woman's face.
“Rongyan, when I saw Zou Yuan and the others arguing like that in the courtyard, I thought of you. You’ve never lost your composure in front of outsiders. At that moment, I vowed that I would treat you even better from now on,” Fu Jingsheng said, expressing his true feelings.
Rong Yan smiled and patted his head: "I know, then let's promise together that no matter how angry we are, we won't argue in front of outsiders, and we won't disappear for no reason and make the other person worry."
This is also what Fu Jingsheng wanted to say, and he wholeheartedly agrees.
"Okay," the man replied softly.
“Rong Yan, sometimes I’m afraid you’ll think I’m abnormal, but when I’m around you I can’t help but overthink. No, even if I don’t want to, my body will react. You’re a psychologist, do you think this is an illness?” Fu Jingsheng mustered up his courage and asked.
"You mean sex addiction?" Rong Yan knew the term. She smiled and said, "Don't overthink it. How could that be? You don't fit the bill."
"Really?" Fu Jingsheng wasn't sure if his wife was just trying to comfort him.
"Well, I work in this field, how could I not know? Besides, when writing books, there are plenty of stories where the male and female leads have sex every day for years, while we've only had it for half a year." Rong Yan never worried that their high frequency was a psychological problem.
Fu Jingsheng felt a weight lift from his heart and breathed a sigh of relief: "If even a famous psychologist like you says I have no problem, then I must be fine. Sigh, I shouldn't have consulted online; it made me sound like I was beyond help."
Rong Yan sat up: "Online consultation, Fu Jingsheng, you're not going to see a doctor again, are you?"
Fu Jingsheng smiled and touched his nose: "Almost."
"Good grief, you're really going after hospitals? From now on, you're not allowed to go to those places without my permission. They're making good people sick. You even dare to consult online? If they didn't say you had a problem, how would they make money?" Rong Yan poked Fu Jingsheng in the heart. "You're so rich and stupid, aren't you? Your wife is a psychologist. You're so ready to help, why don't you ask her?"
The man clasped his hands together and begged for forgiveness: "Wife, you're right. I know I was wrong. Please don't criticize me anymore, and don't let this spoil our fun. Can we continue?"
"You look beautiful today. This pale yellow dress suits you perfectly. You're practically glowing. I'm afraid other men might be attracted to you," Fu Jingsheng complimented.
Rong Yan seemed to believe it but not quite.
"Wife, I love you so much." After praising his wife, Fu Jingsheng continued to express his love in a long, drawn-out manner.
Rong Yan hooked her arm around her husband's neck: "Me too. You're great. These past six months have been the happiest time of my life. Thank you."
"Don't say thank you." Fu Jingsheng silenced her with a kiss.
Rong Yan responded by sticking out her tongue, her heavy breathing drowning out the cicadas chirping outside the window.
His lips were numb from being kissed so much that Fu Jingsheng finally moved away from her, stroking her lower abdomen. "Rong Yan, I'm going to start now."
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