"Sir, Miss Liang is very weak. The doctor recommends that she stay in the hospital for a few more days," the aunt reminded him.
"Okay, you can go out now, I'll feed her." Lu Kai understood the aunt's unspoken meaning.
Seeing his aunt supporting him, he added, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless."
Liang Jia blushed and said, "Auntie, don't worry. If you don't believe me, come in and see for yourself in twenty minutes."
After the aunt left, Liang Jia whispered, "It feels like we're having an affair, with someone watching us. Sigh, the aunt is just trying to help me."
"Then why don't you eat properly? More nutrition will help you recover faster." Lu Kai poked the woman's forehead. "Don't always make people worry."
"Okay." Liang Jia admitted weakly, "Sir, please eat more."
——
At Royal Bay, the servants, having finished their work, stood in the courtyard chatting.
They knew that soon the house would no longer belong to Fu Jingsheng, and they would face unemployment.
You won't find such a wonderful family again.
I don't know if I can finish this by the end of the month.
[Of course it's possible. Selling a house doesn't happen that quickly. Poor Madam, she got nothing after remarrying the young master, and she's been cyberbullied and lost money.]
"Sister Zhou, will Madam take you with her? You came from the old house."
The lady said that they won't need a nanny anymore, and there's not enough room for everyone. They might keep someone to help take care of the children.
...
Everyone felt bad.
Rong Yan was on the second-floor balcony. Although she couldn't hear what everyone was saying, she could guess most of it. They were like family, spending every day together and had developed feelings for each other. They were about to part ways.
Rong Yan sighed, her head pressed against the wall. She still had some money in her savings account, but she wouldn't need that much by herself in the future, so she decided to leave it for Fu Jingsheng.
The woman counted down on her fingers. It was almost dinner time when Fu Jingsheng came upstairs and told her that He Wei had made plans to drink and couldn't have dinner with her.
Rong Yan hugged her husband's neck and said, "Don't drink too much. You still have to come back tonight to pay your dues."
"Huh?" Fu Jingsheng was about to say that he would probably get drunk and go home, but he didn't expect Rong Yan to want to.
"What? Don't you want to? Are you tired of me?" Rong Yan asked.
"Wife, what's wrong with you? You've been fiercer than a tiger these past two days?" Fu Jingsheng noticed Rong Yan's change.
"If the house is gone, we'll have to roll it over every corner." Rong Yan made up a reason casually.
“When we have more money in the future, if you like this neighborhood, we can buy it back. Let me make it clear, it’s not that I don’t want you, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle this. You’re all swollen when you wake up in the morning.” The man looked worried.
"It's alright, just go and come back quickly." Rong Yan raised an eyebrow.
Fu Jingsheng rubbed his wife's waist with a mischievous grin: "Alright, if you want me to, I'll satisfy you. Be back before nine, take a nice shower, lie in bed and wait for your husband. Wear a thong tonight, the one I bought for you."
"I know, I know, hurry up and go." After seeing her husband off, Rong Yan made an appointment to have dinner with Shen Xingzhi.
She chose a Western restaurant they frequented. After all the dishes were served, Rong Yan poked at the food with her fork and asked, "Shen Xingzhi, is there any news about Yu Wenhao?"
Her best friend's marriage is also a concern for her: "What will you do when you're sad because I won't be able to call you anytime anymore?"
Ever since hearing Rong Yan say she was leaving Tiancheng, Shen Xingzhi's attention has been elsewhere from Yu Wenhao.
"Rong Yan, I don't want Yu Wenhao, I want you." Shen Xingzhi held her best friend's hand. "Are we going to become online friends from now on? Waaah... It makes me so sad just thinking about it."
Rong Yan couldn't tell whether Shen Xingzhi was really crying or faking it, so she comforted her, "You can still sneak over to see me when you have time."
Shen Xingzhi opened her eyes: "Secretly? An affair?"
"Pfft." Rong Yan was instantly amused. "What nonsense are you talking about? Just don't let Fu Jingsheng know."
"But what about Xiao Lei and the others? Can you really avoid seeing them?" Shen Xingzhi felt from the bottom of her heart that her best friend's idea was unreliable.
“I’ll also meet with them secretly,” Rong Yan blurted out.
“Goodness, is it like what’s written in books, watching from a distance without disturbing? Rong Yan, have you thought this through? Are you really going to do this? We’re both science students, we believe in science…” Shen Xingzhi continued to persuade Rong Yan.
Having heard this kind of talk so many times, Rong Yan covered her ears and said, "Alright, don't try to change my mind. If leaving won't change anything, I'll come back."
"What if things can change?" Rong Yan pinned her hopes on the possibility that things might change; she had no other options.
People tend to be especially superstitious when they feel helpless.
"I can already guess what Old Fu will be like after he finds out you left. He'll probably go crazy again and interrogate me. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand his torture and will confess."
"Then I won't tell you my whereabouts yet? I'll contact you again after he accepts that I'm gone?" Rong Yan asked.
"Get lost! If you dare not tell me, we're breaking up right now. No, if you dare not tell me, I'll kill myself right now!" Shen Xingzhi slapped Rong Yan on the back.
The woman took a breath: "It hurts. But then again, Fu Jingsheng will definitely ask you. And you're not good at lying. Here's what we'll do: if he messages you, don't reply; if he calls you, don't answer; if he tries to see you, don't meet him."
Rong Yan was quite worried that Shen Xingzhi would let something slip.
"Okay." Shen Xingzhi nodded. "Let's eat first."
That night, Fu Jingsheng wasn't drunk by He Wei. He said he had promised Rong Yan that he had something to discuss with her when he got home.
He Wei naturally wouldn't make things difficult for his boss.
Rong Yan was indeed prepared.
She put on the underwear Fu Jingsheng had bought, and wore a semi-transparent black blouse over it, giving the servants a day off in advance.
When Fu Jingsheng arrived home, he saw that the villa was brightly lit but empty, and he immediately understood.
He went straight upstairs; the door was wide open.
Rong Yan sat on the sofa, legs crossed, facing the door.
Hearing footsteps, the woman slowly looked up: "Husband."
She called out in a low voice.
Then she put down her phone, ran over, and jumped onto Fu Jingsheng: "Is the courtyard gate locked? They're not coming back tonight. I want to stay in the gym and work out from there to the third floor."
"Are you sick?" Fu Jingsheng touched his wife's forehead. "You don't have a fever? Did the decision to sell the house upset you?"
Rong Yan bit the man's shoulder: "I'm not traumatized. Can't we have one last celebration? From now on, we'll be living in a small house with no stairs, no basement, and no home theater..."
"I'm sorry, wife." Fu Jingsheng suddenly felt guilty. "It's my fault for being useless."
"That's not what I meant." Rong Yan cupped the man's face in her hands. "Oh, I just wanted to go from top to bottom, honey, it's fine if you don't want to."
Fu Jingsheng gathered the hair from his shoulders and kissed her neck: "You're wearing the pants I bought, aren't you?"
"Hmm, try pulling it if you don't believe me." Rong Yan guided Fu Jingsheng's hand under her nightgown.
Fu Jingsheng bent his knuckles, hooked the thread and pulled it upwards, the strip of cloth bounced against the woman's body: "I'm really hungry."
“Even a face mask has more fabric than this,” Rong Yan said shyly.
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