Chu Wuyang didn't bother to respond to him and turned to leave with an unhappy expression.
Before she could move, a broad, warm body pressed against her from behind, and Jing Min wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.
"Don't go."
When people are sick, they inevitably show vulnerable emotions, and Chu Wuyang understands this.
I already felt guilty because of the previous misunderstanding that he might be faking illness, and now that Jing Min has shown even a hint of weakness...
She couldn't move her feet anymore.
Jing Min felt the person in his arms quiet down and stop struggling, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
But the strength in his arms unconsciously tightened more and more.
"I was wrong……"
Although he didn't know exactly what he had done wrong, he figured it was always better to apologize first.
He only teased her because he felt wronged that she didn't look at him or spend time with him, but she got angry and wanted to leave.
He could only retreat again and again... until there was nowhere left to retreat.
And he wasn't exactly lying to her.
He was always alert; he could detect anyone approaching, no matter how faint the sound, immediately, let alone the fragrance emanating from her.
He recognized him immediately.
It was just that I hadn't been able to get close to her for so long, and I was too eager for her touch, which is why I didn't interrupt her immediately.
This isn't lying—at least not compared to the things she lied to him about.
Chu Wuyang wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was trying to coax her, but the problem between them wasn't an ordinary argument.
A kind word, a gift, or even an apology cannot make up for anything.
She sighed softly to herself—it was too late to say anything now.
She had already put one foot in, and besides, Old Master Jin would never allow her to pull her foot back.
"Jingmin, let me go first."
Jing Min panicked, his voice hoarse and weak:
"Could you stay with me... just for a little while?"
Perhaps it's because she's really gone too far lately, or perhaps people are more vulnerable when they're sick.
Chu Wuyang could clearly sense that Jingmin was more clingy than ever before.
"I'll go outside and get you a glass of water," she added.
"Don't go."
Jingmin was unsure whether he should trust her. Although he loosened his grip a little, he didn't completely let go.
Chu Wuyang said, "Five minutes."
Jing Min: "Let Li Yan fall—"
Seeing that Chu Wuyang's expression seemed to darken again, he had no choice but to compromise and speak.
"...Two minutes."
Chu Wuyang sighed softly:
"good."
The water has been poured back in.
Chu Wuyang carried a cup into the room and handed the water to Jing Min.
He didn't take it, but just shook his head, his gaze fixed on her lips.
Chu Wuyang immediately understood his meaning, frowned slightly, and gently shook her head.
"Unhygienic".
Jingmin's tone was low.
"Are you afraid I'll infect you? I don't even have a fever anymore."
Chu Wuyang felt that he was unusually sensitive now, even caring about things like this.
But she genuinely felt that drinking water mouth-to-mouth was unhygienic.
She glanced at him helplessly and could only say,
"You need to think about the baby in your belly, don't you?"
Jing Min glanced down at her abdomen. Although it was still flat, he thought that she was already very thin, and that some pregnant women didn't have noticeable bellies even when they were several months pregnant because of their body shape, so he didn't think much of it.
He simply looked at her belly, his gaze softening unconsciously.
That place holds her and his flesh and blood.
No matter what the future holds, she will always think of him whenever she sees her child.
Thinking this way, he suddenly felt much more at ease.
He obediently took the water glass and drank it all.
"I've been so obedient, won't I get a reward?"
He looked up at her, his tone slightly tentative.
Chu Wuyang got up and put the water glass down.
"What?"
Jing Min suddenly leaned closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of seriousness and tenderness.
"Yangyang, can I kiss you?"
Chu Wuyang was stunned.
Jing Min didn't wait for her to react, and leaned closer.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
He pulled her into his arms, and her nose brushed against his familiar scent.
She was clearly not young anymore and had seen countless outstanding men, including Yang Jinchu, who was also very handsome. But only Jing Min's face stood out—so handsome it was almost unreal, with delicate features and a cold, sharp edge.
Even today, just getting close to her still makes her feel dizzy.
"Wife," he asked softly, "Am I pretty?"
She nodded subconsciously.
Jingmin smiled softly, "Then will you leave me?"
His voice was low and husky, captivating, like a coaxing, like a seduction; every word was like a hook.
Gradually, I won her heart.
At that very moment, a faint rustling sound suddenly came from outside.
Chu Wuyang suddenly snapped out of her daze and turned her head to look at the doorway.
It was Li Yan's voice, and Yang Jinchu's voice as well.
I didn't hear it very clearly, and it wasn't a complete story. The gist of it was that Yang Jin first asked Li Yan what he was doing here, but Li Yan didn't respond.
Yang Jinchu asked another question,
Have you seen her?
Li Yan replied coldly, "I don't know."
The conversation outside the door was barely audible.
But all she could hear was Jing Min's breath, warm and incredibly close.
"Stop fooling around..."
She pushed his arm and whispered a reprimand.
"The soundproofing in this ward is poor."
Jing Min's face immediately darkened.
"Are you afraid he'll find out I'm here?" he asked coldly.
She didn't say anything.
She just felt that it wouldn't be good if outsiders heard any unclear or ambiguous noises and it got out.
But Jingmin clearly didn't think that way.
He felt that he was the rightful husband, but he was forced to act like someone having an affair—secretly hugging her, secretly kissing her, and having to guard against another man catching them.
His face grew increasingly gloomy, and even his eyes turned cold.
Chu Wuyang was unaware of his internal monologue, and simply said,
"You get some rest, I'm leaving now."
She got up, but he grabbed her and wouldn't let her leave.
Just then, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.
The screen lit up, showing Yang Jinchu's caller ID.
The sounds outside the door stopped abruptly at that moment, as if the person outside had finally understood something.
The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.
Chu Wuyang was also stunned.
Jing Min suddenly chuckled, a wild and mocking laugh, and pulled her even tighter into his arms.
"Wife,"
He nibbled on her earlobe, his tone languid yet full of meaning.
"So you like having affairs?"
Chu Wuyang quickly reached out and covered his mouth.
"Don't speak."
But Jingmin kissed her even more recklessly, his tone becoming increasingly clingy.
"Don't go, stay with me... I can keep it a secret from him."
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