My heart subconsciously skipped a beat.
In a flash, I felt a kind of upset that was difficult to recover from.
I took a deep breath. "Moving here? I didn't agree to that."
"Grandpa said you promised him to wait a while before getting a divorce."
He acted like a rogue and handed me the phone, "Otherwise, you can talk to grandpa."
"Rogue,"
I couldn't help but glare at him. "Agreeing to a slow divorce doesn't mean I agree to your moving."
He is the president of Fu's group, but he still does this.
Who would believe it if I told them?
"It's natural for a couple to live together." He responded readily.
"Wrong logic."
I muttered to myself and opened the door to go home.
He followed in without any hesitation.
Perhaps it was because I thought of what my grandfather told me that night, I couldn't help but feel some pity for Fu Qichuan, and didn't force him to leave.
He simply pointed to a room opposite the master bedroom and said, "You live in this one."
"Yeah, okay."
He didn't insist on anything more, but agreed gently and took the suitcase inside.
I poured myself a glass of boiled water, put the cup down and turned around, and bumped into a broad and warm chest.
It is a familiar and nostalgic smell.
However, I quickly took two steps back, feeling a little bewildered. "Is there anything else?"
They don't feel like an old married couple, but more like strangers.
But only in this way can I prevent myself from falling into it again.
Always remind yourself, Ruan Nanzhi, the person he likes is not you.
A trace of loneliness flashed across his face, and he pursed his lips slightly, "I wanted to ask, is your face feeling better?"
"I don't know." I answered casually.
I didn't even have time to look in the mirror all night.
If he hadn't asked, I would have almost forgotten about it.
He raised his hand. "Let me see."
“No.”
I subconsciously avoided his movements and said, "I can handle it myself."
"Nanzhi, are we going to be so formal with each other now?" He frowned.
"It's not a formality."
I thought of the close relationship between him and Fu Jinan at the police station, my eyes fell on his sleeves, and I said lightly: "I just think it's dirty."
I love him, that's right.
But what I love is the clean and handsome Fu Qichuan.
He just finished flirting with another woman and now he comes to ask me how I'm doing.
"Then... remember to apply some medicine."
His hand stopped in mid-air, his long, beautiful fingers curled up slightly.
For the first time, I saw some embarrassment in him.
When I got back to the room, I thought about this scene again, and my heart was filled with sadness and heartache.
But when I looked up and saw the big red marks on my face in the mirror after removing my makeup, I found a reason to be hard-hearted.
He didn't stand up for Fu Jinan that night, probably because he was afraid that I would tell my grandfather about Fu Jinan beating me.
Yes, he had considered everything carefully for Fu Jinan.
I couldn't eat peacefully at the family dinner. After taking a shower and lying in bed for a while, I was so hungry that I couldn't even concentrate on reading.
Through the crack in the door, I could see that the lights in the living room were still on.
I didn't want to meet Fu Qichuan, but I endured it again and again. It was already past eleven o'clock, and there was still no movement from outside. I thought he might have forgotten to turn off the lights.
I just took out my phone and ordered takeout. Note: Hang it on the door, don’t ring the doorbell.
Unexpectedly, after seeing the takeaway delivery on the food delivery app, I tiptoed out of the room. As soon as I reached the living room, I ran into Fu Qichuan in the open office area.
He had taken a shower and was wearing a royal blue home suit. He wore a pair of thin-framed gold glasses on his high nose bridge. His messy hair was not yet dry, making him look even more elegant and harmless.
He stopped what he was doing, took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose gently, stood up and walked over, "Are you hungry?"
"No, no."
I argued, "I'm just getting something."
"That thing?"
He pointed at a takeout bag on the table.
I felt the awkward feeling of being caught in a lie. I rubbed my nose and said, "Didn't I tell the delivery guy not to ring the doorbell?"
"He didn't ring the doorbell."
"Then how do you know?"
"He knocked on the door."
“…”
I choked and felt devastated by the delivery guy's cleverness.
I walked over, opened the bag, and was about to eat when Fu Qichuan placed a bowl of delicious, steaming seafood porridge in front of me.
"Grandpa said you didn't eat much at home last night, so he asked someone to send over the remaining seafood."
"Then this porridge..."
"I did it."
Fu Qichuan sat down opposite me, a serious look on his handsome face. He said quietly and coolly, "I took a shower. I did it after I showered. Aren't you feeling unwell? Eat less takeout during this period."
Hearing this, I paused for a moment, and was stunned when I realized what was happening.
He was telling me.
I made porridge for you after you took a bath and are no longer dirty. Don’t you think you are disgusted?
I lowered my head, my vision blurred by the heat of the porridge. I buried my head and ate several mouthfuls before I calmed down.
"Fu Qichuan, you're not like that."
You make me hesitant.
What I hate most is people who are indecisive. I don’t want to become such a person.
Suddenly, a hand reached out, brushed my hair behind my ear, and its cool fingertips stroked my earlobe.
"Isn't it the duty of husband and wife to take care of each other?"
After he asked, he said, "Eat quickly."
For a moment, I thought we were back in the old days.
He is still that gentle and considerate husband.
As soon as I looked up, I met his sparkling black eyes, "But, Grandpa, I only promised you one month."
"This month, then."
His eyes were deep and long. "Before, you took care of me and Grandpa. This month, let me take good care of you and fulfill my husband's obligations?"
My heart was filled with ripples, but I remained silent on the surface.
I dare not agree.
But I can't bear to refuse, I can't bear it to him, and I can't bear it to myself. My mind won't allow it, but my emotions are desperately craving for the pitiful warmth.
In the subdued and subtle atmosphere, Fu Qichuan seemed to be carefully considering when he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.
"From the beginning to the end, I never thought we had reached the point where divorce was necessary, and I never agreed to divorce."
I clenched the spoon tightly, my fingertips turning white, and tried to appear calm when I looked up at him.
"You've been keeping your marriage secret for as long as you've been married, but your first love can go out and come in with you openly. I can't find you if she calls me. What am I? I'm like someone who can't stand the light."
"You can say this with such dignity because, in this marriage, in these irreconcilable conflicts, you have never been the one who was wronged."
No matter how hard she tried to control herself, she couldn't help crying in the end.
He was surprised for a moment, then speechless, "Nanzhi..."
"Well, there's not much to talk about between us."
I quickly finished the remaining porridge and fled.
When I got to the bedroom, my heart couldn't rest for a long time. When I was finally about to fall asleep, the thought of him being just across the wall disturbed my thoughts again.
It's a tangled mess that can't be sorted out.
This is roughly the situation now.
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