Fu Jingsheng didn't want to watch Rong Yan dance.
He rested his chin on his wife's neck: "Looks like you still have energy, so let's do some things we should do tonight."
Rong Yan immediately understood what her husband meant.
"Who said I still have energy?" Rong Yan rubbed her back. "Why does everything ache when I sit down? I need to take a bath to relax."
“Okay, I need some relaxation too.” Fu Jingsheng picked up his wife. “Together.”
"Fu Jingsheng, I don't want to bathe with you, otherwise you won't take a proper bath." Rong Yan punched her husband in the chest.
The more she struggled, the tighter Fu Jingsheng held her. Finally, he freed one hand and pressed Rong Yan's hand against his body: "Can you feel my heartbeat?"
"If I can't feel a heartbeat, does that mean I'm dead?" Rong Yan muttered.
"It's that kind of heartbeat, that rapid heartbeat, wanting to be with you..." Fu Jingsheng no longer tried to hide it.
"Aren't you tired?" When they came back from dinner, Fu Jingsheng clearly said that the soles of his feet hurt, so why don't they hurt now?
"Not tired at all. How can a time for just the two of us be tiring? I can go on for another hour." Fu Jingsheng straightened his back.
At this point, if you don't cooperate, you'll still be taken down eventually, so you might as well stop struggling.
Rong Yan hooked her arm around her husband's neck: "As long as you're not tired."
Seeing that his wife had agreed, Fu Jingsheng started walking.
"Wait for me, let me turn on the water first." Fu Jingsheng adjusted the water temperature and added essential oil.
The man gently hooked her shoulder with his fingers, and the finger slid down to her arm.
Fu Jingsheng lowered his head and kissed her.
Rong Yan tiptoed and covered her husband's lips with her own.
His tongue was moving around, and his breathing was rapid.
Not long after the foreplay, Fu Jingsheng grabbed Rong Yan's shoulder and turned her body so that she was pressed against the wall.
The bathtub is in surfing mode, making gurgling sounds from time to time, blending with soft moans.
Before they could even take a bath, the two of them were already slumped over in the pool.
Rong Yan looked at her disheveled hair in the mirror, her face burning hotter and hotter as if it were being scorched by fire.
“Fu Jingsheng, we’re getting more and more casual.” Rong Yan felt that she was being improper, how could she be with her husband anytime, anywhere?
Fu Jingsheng wiped the sweat from his face: "It shows that we are very attracted to each other. We feel the connection everywhere we go, so we don't need to think of ways to create an atmosphere."
"Tch, you've said everything. Just the other day you said you loved being in bed the most," Rong Yan exposed.
"Times have changed, honey. I need to sit down and take a shower; my legs are too weak." Fu Jingsheng leaned against the wall and stepped into the bathtub.
Rong Yan sat at the other end, with more than a meter between them, and neither of them touched the other.
——
A small county town in Northwest China.
Rong Bing rented a one-story house with vegetable gardens in front and behind, surrounded by iron railings.
When I moved in, the neighbors saw me and everyone came over to say hello.
The people here are warm and hospitable. Rong Bing heard that there are quite a few outsiders in the village.
The northwest is more than a thousand kilometers away from Tiancheng. After settling down, Rong Bing looked in the direction of Tiancheng and slightly raised the corners of her lips.
Her new life has begun.
Rong Yan transferred some money to her card again yesterday.
Rong Bing received a notification message immediately after binding her bank card to the new account.
She decided to call Rong Yan.
At the clinic, Rong Yan finished her day's work and was chatting with Shen Xingzhi in her office.
The phone rang, and the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, originating from the Northwest.
Rong Yan answered the phone, said "hello" twice, and then there was a voice on the other end.
“Sister,” Rong Bing called out.
"Rong Bing, are you in the Northwest?" Rong Yan asked.
"Yes, sis, I received your transfer. I have my own savings, so I don't need to transfer anymore." Rong Bing didn't want to be a parasite, and besides, her savings were enough for her to live on for a lifetime.
"It's not much, keep it. Pay me back if you don't use it all later. I feel safe when I'm out here alone." Rong Yan didn't transfer much.
"Okay, sis, I won't stand on ceremony with you. Sis, let's video chat so you can see where I live," Rong Bing said happily.
"OK."
The camera pans across the screen, revealing rows of earthen houses, a truly distinctive feature of Northwest China.
Rong Bing took her phone and walked around the front and back of the house.
It has a completely different style from Tiancheng.
"Can I come visit you during winter break?" Rong Yan asked tentatively.
“Sure, sis, let me tell you, the people here are so nice, incredibly hospitable. Look at the food on the table, they brought it all over. Aren’t they worried I’m a bad guy?” Rong Bing pointed the camera at the table.
Rong Yan's eyes were only focused on Rong Bing's expression. Rong Bing spoke with great enthusiasm, and it was clear that she was genuinely happy.
"Bingbing, you look great, your face is rosy and you're in good spirits," Rong Yan interrupted.
"I've been in a really good mood these past few days, sis. I might have some good news to tell you in a few days, but it's not confirmed yet, so I won't say anything for now," Rong Bing said mysteriously.
Rong Yan immediately guessed that Rong Bing probably had a boyfriend. Afraid that her sister would be embarrassed if she said it, she deliberately didn't say it and instead asked, "Did you strike it rich? Okay, I'll wait for your good news."
"You mean you'll reply to my messages from now on?" Rong Yan suddenly realized.
“Yes.” Rong Bing was no longer afraid of hearing about Fu Jingchen from other people, and besides, she knew that Rong Yan also disliked Fu Jingchen, so she probably wouldn’t bring him up on her own initiative.
"Okay, you keep your word." Rong Yan and Rong Bing chatted casually for a while.
After hanging up the video call, Shen Xingzhi smiled slightly: "Rong Yan, you are still the same as before. No matter how others treat you, as long as the person in the end truly repents, you will forgive them. Just now when you were on the phone with Rong Bing, when you knew she was doing well, the expression on your face did not lie. You genuinely wanted her to be well."
“Yes, the harsher the words, the harder the slap. Seeing how she was doing in Tiancheng broke my heart. Seeing her doing well makes me truly happy for her,” Rong Yan said.
"She probably has a boyfriend." Shen Xingzhi had already picked up on some clues from the conversation just now.
"I hope so, I hope I can meet the right person this time." Rong Yan looked out the window.
"It's been over a month since Rong Bing left," Shen Xingzhi remarked. With everything settled, she felt time had flown by.
“Yes, Xingzhi, the New Year is almost here again. Will you be going to Yu Wenhao’s house this year?” Rong Yan asked.
"No, I'm too pregnant to fly." Shen Xingzhi didn't want to spend time with Yu's mother.
"Could it be that they still don't know you're pregnant?"
"Yeah, why tell them? I don't need their care. If they find out, they might just cause trouble. Isn't it said that new mothers are prone to depression? I was getting depressed just seeing her before I was pregnant. It's better to stay away." Shen Xingzhi wanted to solve the problem by avoiding it.
Rong Yan sighed. She had already tried to persuade Shen Xingzhi several times, but since Shen Xingzhi was unwilling, she would not say anything more.
"Yeah, as long as you're happy." Rong Yan patted her best friend on the shoulder and said.
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