Chapter 163 I'll Feed You
"Don't think too much. After all, you were seriously injured in order to save me. I just feel uneasy." Wen Liang said with his eyes lowered.
She changed the concept and replaced heartache with uneasiness.
Just like if a stranger was injured to save her, she would be grateful and worried.
But heartache is different.
Some people say that when you feel sorry for a man, it means you will fall for him.
The light in Fu Zheng's eyes dimmed, "Don't you want to ask why I saved you?"
In that dangerous situation, he had no time to think, not even his own safety. He turned the steering wheel subconsciously, just because he didn't want her to get hurt.
"No matter why, I should express my gratitude to you. Thank you, Fu Zheng." Wen Liang looked at him sincerely.
Fu Zheng is willing to save her with his life, so she can also repay him with her life.
If one day Fu Zheng was in danger, Wen Liang would also give her life for him, but she didn't dare to trust him anymore, let alone put her heart in him.
Wen Liang's words of thanks sounded very harsh to Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng laughed sarcastically, "Just a verbal thank you?"
"Well, how do you want me to thank you?"
"Can you..." Fu Zheng blurted out, and then paused, "...stay in the hospital and take care of me until I'm discharged?"
For a moment, what Fu Zheng actually wanted to say was, can you please not leave me, can you remarry me?
Wen Liang frowned, and just when Fu Zheng was feeling uneasy and thinking that he shouldn't take advantage of someone's misfortune, Wen Liang nodded.
"Can."
Seeing Wen Liang agreed, Fu Zheng suddenly felt happy.
Then, he heard Wen Liang say, "You were injured while saving me, so it's my duty to take care of you."
Fu Zheng's expression froze, and the little joy in his heart immediately dissipated.
He lowered his eyes, a trace of bitterness flashing across his eyes. Even if she stayed to take care of him for a few days, what would be the point?
They will eventually separate.
"Forget it, I was just kidding. I have my aunt to take care of me. What are you going to do next?"
Wen Liang answered truthfully, "Traveling with Tangtang Zhu Fan."
"Where are you going?"
"Not sure yet."
"When are you leaving?"
"Just these two days."
Fu Zheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down.
So anxious?
Wen Liang looked at him seriously, "You really don't need my care? I can postpone it for two days."
"No, what are your plans after you come back from your trip?"
Wen Liang shook his head, "I don't know, I'll tell you when I get back."
After saying that, Wen Liang saw that Fu Zheng's IV drip had finished and called the nurse to change the dressing.
Not long after, the police came and brought Wen Liang's bag. They had already confirmed the identities of Fu Zheng and Wen Liang from the documents in the car. They briefly questioned them and also revealed the identity of the perpetrator.
The perpetrator was a rich second-generation man who had just bought a new sports car and couldn't wait to show off on the street. As a result, the new car was scrapped and he also broke his leg.
Now that he knows that the person he hit was the president of Fu Corporation, he is contacting his family in panic.
But Fu Zheng didn't want to pursue the matter. He was even glad about the car accident.
Because of the car accident, he and Wen Liang had a bond again. If he could see Wen Liang again, he would be willing to break a few more ribs.
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After sending the police away, Wen Liang opened the bag and checked, and the cell phone inside was safe and sound.
As dusk fell, she called her aunt and said, "Aunt, my husband was in a car accident and is now in Dexing Hospital. Could you please pack some clothes for him and send them over?"
Auntie asked, "Ah? Is the gentleman's injury serious?"
"Don't worry, it's not serious."
"That's good, ma'am. How about you? Do you need to pack your clothes?"
"No, I'm not seriously injured and don't need to be hospitalized."
The conversation fell clearly into Fu Zheng's ears. He closed his eyes and felt uncomfortable in his heart.
In other words, she will leave the hospital tonight, and maybe go out traveling with friends tomorrow, and it is unknown when she will come back.
Fu Zheng realized later that since they were divorced, they no longer had to report their whereabouts to each other and could live their lives without interfering with each other.
Later, she had her own life and her own job.
Maybe he could only meet her once in a while at the old house. If she deliberately avoided him, it would be normal for them not to meet for a year.
When Fu Zheng thought of that situation, his heart felt sour and depressed.
He really couldn't accept it!
"What do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs to buy some food." A warm voice interrupted Fu Zheng's thoughts.
He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Just buy something. I don't have much of an appetite right now."
"Okay, I'll buy some."
Wen Liang picked up his phone and left the ward.
About twenty minutes later, she came back from outside with dinner.
I have steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks, eggs, soy milk, and vegetable and lean meat porridge in my hands.
Wen Liang put all the food on the table and said, "I bought some. What do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat anything right now."
"You have to eat even if you don't want to. You're still injured. How can you get better if you don't eat? Besides, your stomach isn't in good condition to begin with..."
Wen Liang suddenly stopped talking halfway and fell silent.
They are divorced.
Some words have no boundaries and should never come out of her mouth again.
Fu Zheng was also silent. In the past three years, she often cared about and reminded him about his three meals a day. She was afraid that he would forget the time due to work or meetings, so she came to supervise him in person. As a result, they gradually developed the habit of eating together in his office.
But from then on, he could no longer hear her caring words and even had very few opportunities to eat at the same table with her.
Wen Liang divided all the food into half and placed them on the bedside table. "I put it here for you. If you want to eat, take it yourself."
Seeing Wen Liang turn around and leave, Fu Zheng thought Wen Liang was going to leave, and without thinking, he shouted, "Wait!"
Wen Liang stopped and turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"
"I want to drink some vegetable and lean meat porridge!" Fu Zheng glanced at his right hand that was receiving an IV drip.
The intention is very clear.
Wen Liang didn't seem to notice. He placed the porridge on the left bedside table with a spoon in the bowl. "Eat."
This way he can eat one spoonful at a time with his left hand.
Fu Zheng's eyes darkened. He silently scooped a spoonful with a spoon and was about to bring it to his mouth, but he didn't hold it firmly and it all spilled on the quilt. "Give me the toilet paper, the porridge is spilled."
"Be careful." Wen Liang took some paper and helped him wipe the porridge off the quilt.
Fu Zheng scooped up another spoonful of porridge with his left hand and brought it to his mouth tremblingly, sprinkling a few drops on the quilt. After going through a lot of hardships, he finally brought it to his mouth, but there was not much left.
Wen Liang had no choice but to reach out and take the spoon from his hand, "Let me feed you."
"No, I can do it myself."
Fu Zheng pursed his lips, avoided her hand expressionlessly, scooped another spoonful of porridge, and repeated the same action, leaving a few more stains on the quilt.
Wen Liang couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he snatched the spoon from his hand, picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful to his mouth.
Fu Zheng looked at her serious face, opened his mouth and ate the porridge, with a faint smile of success on the corner of his mouth.
The moment Wen Liang raised his eyes, the smile on his lips had disappeared.
He took the second mouthful of porridge, his eyes fixed on her face.
Her eyes were between peach blossom eyes and almond eyes, with rippling light and clear black and white.
Her eyelashes were black and long. Even though he was so close to her, he could see each eyelash distinct. When she blinked, her eyelashes looked like a small palm-leaf fan, flickering.
Fu Zheng always knew that her skin was very white, delicate, and smooth to the touch.
However, he realized it too late and lost her...
After dinner, my aunt also came with some clean clothes.
Wen Liang glanced at the sky and said to Fu Zheng, "Since you don't need my care, I'll go back first."
Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.
Wen Liang added, "I'll pack up and move out tomorrow."
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