That morning, Chu Wuyang hurriedly went downstairs, slipped, and fell forward.
A large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.
Be careful.
A tense voice whispered in my ear, filled with concern.
Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked up, meeting Jing Min's deep eyes.
The fright she had just experienced made her palms sweat, and she immediately broke free from his embrace after regaining her balance.
Jing Min's fingers slid across her waist and abdomen, a strange warmth lingering in his palm. He frowned slightly—they hadn't had any intimate contact for quite some time.
Even when sleeping in the same bed, she always deliberately avoided any physical contact, not even a casual touch.
He didn't understand why she insisted on keeping the child.
Despite the overwhelming evidence, she refused to admit it, even complaining that he didn't trust her and suspecting it was a figment of his imagination during a relapse of his illness.
Even so, he endured it.
Let her stay if she wants, but her cold and distant attitude, as if there's a wall between them, is what truly makes him lose his temper.
The treatment continued, and Dr. Lina's report said everything was going well, but he himself felt no change whatsoever.
Just like now, at this moment, facing her guarded and distant gaze, the emotions in his chest surged to the point of bursting.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress it, stepped forward, and whispered...
"Was anything wrong just now?"
"Were you scared? I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."
As soon as he finished speaking, something struck a nerve with Chu Wuyang.
"To the hospital?"
She suddenly looked up, her voice sharp and piercing.
"You want to get rid of my child? Don't even think about it."
Jing Min stared at her, his brows furrowing, and finally he sighed helplessly.
I won't force you. You can stay if you want.
"However—if this child affects your health, I will still prioritize harming him."
His voice was low.
"So you need to eat well and take good care of yourself. If you get injured or need medication, I will not hesitate to sacrifice myself for you."
Chu Wuyang paused, her eyes seemingly slightly moved.
Jingmin walked to her side and extended his hand.
"Let me check if I twisted my ankle."
"No."
Chu Wuyang quickly dodged his hand, her tone slightly stiff.
Jingmin's distrust disappointed her, but for now, she simply attributed his erratic behavior to the effects of his illness.
Fortunately, he was still willing to receive treatment, which made her feel that things were not completely hopeless.
But if one day he really does harm this child because of those unfounded suspicions, that will be the end that can never be undone between them.
She would never forgive that step, no matter what.
Fortunately, so far, his attitude towards the child has not been too harsh.
Although the timing of his treatment's success is uncertain and the effects have not yet been observed,
But it's okay, the truth will be revealed when the child is born.
As Jingmin watched her repeated indifference, the oppressive feeling in his chest grew heavier and heavier.
He tried hard to suppress his emotions and forced himself to be patient—all he could do now was be patient, patient, and patient again.
"Jin Xuan has been discharged from the hospital."
He softened his tone and tried to suggest something.
"It's the weekend, you don't have to go to the office, so you probably don't have any plans, right? How about... I take you out for a walk?"
He desperately needs some time alone to ease the tension between them, even if it's just for a short while.
But Chu Wuyang didn't even hesitate, coldly saying,
"I'm busy."
After saying that, she turned around and walked downstairs with decisive steps.
Jing Min stood there, his fingers turning slightly white.
After a moment, he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.
Jingmin went downstairs and entered the restaurant. He glanced around but didn't see any familiar figures.
The dining table was empty and deserted.
Aunt Rong, on the other hand, was busy with several servants, neatly packing and arranging batches of meal boxes and offerings.
Jingmin frowned slightly, walked over, and asked in a low voice,
What are these?
Aunt Rong carefully wiped a delicate vegetarian food box with gauze, then turned around with a smile.
"Oh dear, son-in-law, didn't you know?"
"These were all prepared in advance by Yangyang, who said they were to be sent to the temple to fulfill a vow."
Jingmin's eyes darkened slightly.
"temple?"
"yes,"
Aunt Rong handed a small food box filled with osmanthus cakes to the maid, glancing at him sideways.
"I heard that Yangyang's friend had just recovered from a serious illness and was going to the temple to fulfill a vow, saying that it was an old custom in his friend's hometown."
"Yangyang specially arranged for these to be purchased in advance as gifts for all the monks in the temple."
As she finished speaking, she noticed that Jing Min didn't respond, but instead frowned even more deeply, and she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Oh, didn't Yangyang mention it to you, son-in-law? I thought you two went together."
Jing Min's eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips.
Aunt Rong continued,
"I also heard Yangyang say that his friend invited a high monk to perform Buddhist rituals and pray for blessings, and today all the believers who went to Hanyue Temple were able to eat vegetarian meals for free."
"Tsk tsk, and it seems they even donated money to repair the temple buildings and make offerings to the monks... What a great deed!"
She sighed, then turned to look at Jing Min, her tone gentle.
"Aren't you going with Yangyang, sir?"
“Yangyang’s maternal grandmother loved doing good deeds when she was young. Now she is enshrined in Hanyue Temple. If she sees a kind-hearted young person, she will surely feel very gratified.”
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