The room was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.
Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan returned to their room. The man locked the door and hugged his wife from behind, saying, "Wife, I've found myself loving you more and more."
Rong Yan turned around, cupped her husband's chin in her hand, and teased him deliberately: "So you were lying to me before? You used to say you loved me to the core, it was overflowing, how come you love me more and more now? It means you weren't satisfied with your love before."
Fu Jingsheng: ...
“You’re a writer, I can’t argue with you, you know that’s not what I meant,” the man replied after thinking for a moment.
"Are you in a hurry? Just kidding. I understand what you mean, honey. I love you more and more. Time hasn't made our feelings fade; on the contrary, they've deepened. Do you believe me? Right now, when you hold me, I still feel my face flush and my heart race." Rong Yan placed her husband's hand on her heart. "Feel it if you don't believe me."
Fu Jingsheng touched the softness in front of Rong Yan.
"Hmm, I can feel its softness and warmth." He said with a wicked smile.
Rong Yan pushed Fu Jingsheng's hand away: "He's talking to you seriously, what are you thinking about?"
“What I think is what you think.” Fu Jingsheng rested his chin on his wife’s collarbone, his hand slowly passing through her front, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.
Rong Yan's desire was aroused. She raised her chin, rested the back of her head on the man's shoulder, and closed her eyes.
Fu Jingsheng pulled down the woman's collar.
He kissed her back: "Wife, I'm starting."
"Mmm," Rong Yan replied softly.
The sound was so faint, like the buzzing of a mosquito, that Fu Jingsheng felt his bones melt.
He carried Rong Yan to the window and let her lie down.
Rong Yan gripped the window frame: "Should we do it here?"
"Okay, honey, keep your voice down," Fu Jingsheng reminded her.
Rong Yan covered her mouth.
Clothes were scattered all over the windowsill.
After sweating profusely, the two lay down on the sofa.
Fu Jingsheng held his wife's hand: "Rongyan, go take a shower first."
Rong Yan squinted her eyes and said, "You go first, I'll rest for a bit."
As soon as Fu Jingsheng stepped out of the bedroom, the child called out to him.
"Dad, aren't you asleep either?" Fu Yunting asked.
"It's time for bed, you should all go back to your rooms." Fu Jingsheng carried his son to his room, afraid that they would disturb Rong Yan.
When Fu Yunlei saw his younger brother being carried back by his father, he opened his arms and said, "Dad, I want to hug him too."
Fu Jingsheng flicked his eldest son's head: "I'll hold him tomorrow, you two go to sleep now."
After he finished speaking, he closed the door.
Rong Yan had fallen asleep after waiting for her husband for a short while, and Fu Jingsheng returned to the bedroom and carefully covered her with a blanket.
Rong Yan woke up in the middle of the night and found herself still on the sofa. She guessed that she had accidentally fallen asleep. When she got up to go back to bed, she bumped into Fu Jingsheng, who was lying next to her.
Surprised by the sound of the woman getting up, Fu Jingsheng rubbed his eyes.
"Fu Jingsheng, why are you asleep on the sofa?" Rong Yan pulled him up.
"When I came back from the shower, I found you asleep. I was afraid of waking you up, and I was also afraid you would fall off the sofa, so I stayed by your side to protect you. What time is it?"
"It's twelve o'clock, you idiot, get to bed now."
Rong Yan nestled in her arms and drifted off to sleep again.
The next morning, Shawn Yue called, and Shen Xingzhi's shouts came through the receiver.
Rong Yan sat up in surprise.
"Rong Yan, can you come to the hospital? I can't handle Xingzhi." Yu Wenhao said through the loudspeaker, "She wants to leave."
Rong Yan was stunned.
Fu Jingsheng asked, "What's going on?"
"Come quickly, we'll talk when you get here," Yu Wenhao said while holding Shen Xingzhi.
Rong Yan grabbed two packets of mouthwash and rushed to the hospital.
The doctor changed Shen Xingzhi's dressing in the morning, but Shen Xingzhi, afraid of the pain, played on her phone to distract herself.
After the gauze was removed, her face was reflected on the phone screen, and Shen Xingzhi could vaguely see several lines on her forehead.
She turned on the front camera and found that the wound was at least four centimeters long. She touched the wound and could clearly feel that it was slightly dented. For someone like her who is prone to keloid scarring, it takes a long time for a scratch on her arm to completely disappear.
Moreover, with such a deep wound on his forehead, especially in the middle, recovery is almost impossible.
She asked the doctor if it would leave a scar. The doctor nodded without hesitation, and Shen Xingzhi, who was already insecure about her appearance, completely broke down.
"Wenhao, don't stop me! I'm going to find Liang Jia. I'm going to pull out her breathing tube!" Shen Xingzhi screamed hysterically. "She ruined my face. You go too. I don't want you to see me like this."
"Xingzhi, in my heart you will always be the most beautiful girl. Please don't get agitated, okay? Your injury hasn't healed yet, and it will hurt if you move around. Please, sit back down." Yu Wenhao held Shen Xingzhi, but the woman couldn't calm down.
When Rong Yan arrived at the ward, Shen Xingzhi had already been given a sedative and was sleeping peacefully.
She pushed the door open and came in: "What's wrong with Yu Wenhao?"
Yu Wenhao told Rong Yan what had happened.
Rong Yan sat on the hospital bed, her heart feeling as if it had fallen into an abyss.
She knew that Shen Xingzhi was already dissatisfied with her appearance, so how could she accept having another obvious scar on her face?
"Which ward is Liang Jia in?" Rong Yan stood up, clenching her fists and grinding her teeth.
Fu Jingsheng pulled Rong Yan back: "Wife, calm down. There will be legal consequences after she wakes up. I know a plastic surgeon, she'll be fine."
“Yes, I’m going to find the best plastic surgeon for Xingzhi. She’ll be fine.” Rong Yan controlled her emotions and sat back down next to her best friend. “Xingzhi, don’t be afraid. We have a lot of options. I’ll contact the doctor right away.”
Han Yue rushed to the hospital with Rong Yan's clothes and shoes. In the morning, she saw her daughter-in-law and the others rushing out of the house in the living room. Rong Yan was in such a hurry that she wore two different shoes and didn't bring a coat.
Han Yue first asked the doctor about Shen Xingzhi's condition. It turned out that Shen Xingzhi had only discovered her face was ruined and lost control of her emotions early in the morning, but was now asleep.
She knocked on the door of the ward and came in, put a coat on Rong Yan, and patted her on the shoulder.
"Mom." Rong Yan leaned helplessly against her mother-in-law.
"Let's all go out and let Xingzhi get some rest," Han Yue called her daughter-in-law out.
Yu Wenhao stayed in the ward, and Rong Yan was worried that her best friend would cause trouble again after waking up, so she didn't dare to go far.
She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Han Yue felt the same self-blame as her daughter-in-law. She knew very well how important appearance was to a girl, especially since Shen Xingzhi had gotten into trouble because of the Fu family.
Han Yue didn't know how to comfort Rong Yan, so she just held her hand tightly and stayed by her side quietly.
Fu Jingsheng bought breakfast and handed it to his wife.
The man's voice broke the silence.
"Rong Yan, have something to eat." He unscrewed the soy milk bag.
Rong Yan had no appetite.
The woman didn't even lift her head.
Fu Jingsheng sat between his wife and mother: "If Shen Xingzhi wakes up and sees you like this, she will be even more upset. Listen to me, you can't let anything happen to you again."
He coaxed and tricked his wife into eating a few bites of food.
Rong Bing also came to the hospital on her own initiative in the morning.
After finding out Shen Xingzhi's hospital room, she saw her sister sitting outside from afar.
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