I can't see through him.
I could only step back subconsciously, "What do you mean?"
"We're not getting a divorce, are we?"
Fu Qichuan held my wrist and rubbed my pulse point. "No matter what happens in the future, I only want you and no one else."
"Including Wen Fang and Fu Jinan?"
"right."
"Fu Qichuan,"
I thought it was ridiculous. “Do you believe that?”
If it was a sudden awakening, it came too late.
I didn't expect that he would believe me today, but this is not enough to make up for all the past estrangements.
His voice was deep and slow, "You still don't want to?"
I looked at him steadily and uttered three words, "Yes, I don't want to."
If he had made this decision before I lost my child, I would probably have agreed immediately.
But now, I can't think of any reason to agree.
Was it when I was knocked down that he reached over me to help another person?
Or maybe he didn't slap me hard enough when I had a miscarriage.
There's no turning back in our marriage.
Fu Qichuan was silent for a long time, holding my hand tighter and tighter. Finally, his eyes were filled with only a clearness, and he said with extreme sarcasm, "I can even pretend not to see these photos. Isn't that enough?"
These words made me feel like I was splashed with a basin of cold water in the dead of winter. I felt cold from head to toe and my blood froze.
I pulled the corners of my mouth, but tears welled up first. I suddenly broke free from his shackles and said, "So, you didn't believe me at all?"
"Fu Qichuan, so this is the kind of person I am in your eyes."
"Nanzhi..."
He suddenly looked flustered and wanted to reach out and touch me.
I dodged his movements and stepped back, smiling and shaking my head. "In your eyes, I've even checked into a hotel with someone else. How dirty! Don't you find it disgusting that you touch me?"
He was a little stunned, "I'm not..."
"Fu Qichuan, stop being hypocritical!"
After saying that, I turned around and ran upstairs, slamming the door.
I hid in the bathroom, trying desperately to hold back my tears, trying desperately not to allow myself to cry, not to cry for him anymore, but the tears kept rolling out.
Even if I'm determined to divorce, I'm not invulnerable.
I am also a living being, I feel pain too.
How could he insult me like this...
After eight years, this is the result.
It's quite sad.
…
After this incident, Fu Qichuan and I seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding.
For three or four days in a row, he would go out when I got up, and come back when I went to bed.
You can't see it at all, so it's not hard to endure.
However, Lu Shiyan sent me WeChat messages several times, asking if I was okay.
When Fu Qichuan becomes paranoid, no one can do anything about him. What's more, their relationship is already tense enough, and I don't want to make things worse.
No matter what, there is no need to involve Lu Shiyan any further.
I just replied that everything was fine and asked him to rest assured.
That night, after washing up and half lying on the bed reading, I suddenly heard a hurried sound coming from downstairs.
I subconsciously prepared to go check it out. As soon as I opened the door, I heard Uncle Cheng almost pleading with me, "Even if you don't take care of your own health, you should think about the old man. If your health collapses, what will happen to the Fu family?"
In this huge old house, the only ones who can be addressed by Uncle Cheng with a respectful title are Fu Qichuan and me.
I paused in pulling the door, my heart seemed to be tugged at by something, but then I quickly calmed down.
He is almost thirty years old and should know the condition of his body.
right.
I thought about it and closed the door again.
Before the door closed, I heard Fu Qichuan say in a hoarse voice: "It's nothing serious, please call the doctor to come over."
I lay back on the bed and read, but after reading for a while I realized that I was holding the book upside down.
I became a little uneasy.
I don't know what happened to his body, if it was because of that bullet... that should have been in me.
I closed the book distractedly and was about to go to the balcony to get some fresh air when the door rang, accompanied by Uncle Cheng's voice, "Young Madam."
My steps uncontrollably quickened as I opened the door. "Uncle Cheng, Fu Qichuan...are you still here?"
"Qi Chuan has a fever."
Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was a cold or something, but then I heard Uncle Cheng say, "It's an infection from the gunshot wound from a few days ago. Now he won't let anyone touch him, and he refuses to take medicine."
"You two are getting a divorce. I shouldn't have come to see you, but I heard him fall asleep and call your name..."
I squeezed my palms and said, "I'll go take a look."
It was caused by me, so it’s only right that I go and see it.
Because of the fever, Fu Qichuan's cheeks were dyed an unnatural light red, his long eyelashes were covered, and his breathing was even and long, but his brows were still furrowed, as if he had encountered a huge trouble.
Uncle Cheng pointed to the medicine on the bedside table and said, "This is what the doctor just prescribed. It can reduce fever and inflammation."
I nodded, "Tuo."
"Then I'll go out first. You can call me anytime if you need anything."
After Uncle Cheng left, he and I were the only ones left in the huge room.
I walked over and touched his forehead, which was hot.
It's at least 38 or 39 degrees Celsius.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when she was about to withdraw her hand, he subconsciously grabbed it and murmured in a low voice: "Wife, Ruan Nanzhi... why do you want a divorce? Don't divorce."
The room was quiet, and every word he said clearly entered my ears.
I stood there for a long time, then leaned over and patted his face. "Fu Qichuan, wake up and take your medicine."
He opened his eyes slightly, hazily, and seeing me, seemed a little incredulous. Suddenly, he pulled me into his arms with force. He said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for you. I've let you down. You're right to call me a bastard. I'm a jerk."
I was caught off guard by his pull, but I reacted quickly enough that my center of gravity didn't fall on his wound, but I could still feel the heat from his body.
Everyone was delirious from the fever.
When he is sober, he will never have such a deep awareness.
I propped myself up on the bed, feeling both angry and helpless. "Then just divorce me quickly and stop wasting my time."
"I don't want it."
His hands were still around my waist, but his eyes were slightly closed again, and his voice became less clear.
This man has a fever and acts like a drunk.
I had no choice but to pry his hand away and escape from his embrace, but the moment I was about to withdraw my hand, my eyes suddenly tightened.
On the inside of his wrist... there were several black and red burns.
The wounds, some new and some old, on his delicate jade-like hands burned people's eyes.
It's obvious that they were not burned at the same time.
Then it wasn't an accidental burn...it was intentional.
However, given his current status, no one dared to treat him like this except himself.
I tried to open my eyes wide, raised my hand to press the inner corner of my eye, endured the soreness in my nasal cavity, and patted his face again, "Fu Qichuan, what's wrong with the injury on your hand?"
"Um?"
He responded in a daze, as if he didn't hear clearly.
I bent down and said, "I said, how did you get that burn on your hand?"
In his sleep, his brows furrowed for a moment, as if he was thinking, and then suddenly they relaxed, "Thinking of Ruan Nanzhi...it's a little warm, and the pain in my heart won't go away."
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