Although I no longer want to continue this marriage with Fu Qichuan.
Hearing grandpa's words of defense so forcefully, my heart warmed.
Fu Qichuan pursed his lips and said, "I have failed Nanzhi, but I have never thought of marrying someone else."
"Haven't you thought about it? Have you ever thought about why Nanzhi would divorce you? Isn't it because you completely made her give up hope?" Grandpa didn't believe a word of it.
Fu Qichuan supported himself on the ebony chair and slowly stood up. "I really haven't thought about it. But, I can't just ignore Fu Jinan. After all, she is pregnant."
"You are philanthropic!"
Grandpa threw a teacup at him.
He didn't dodge and was hit right on the head, with blood almost oozing from his forehead.
His expression did not change at all, and he said seriously: "I promised Aunt Wen that I would take good care of her."
"What about Nanzhi? Rumors are spreading all over the company. You transferred Fu Jinan to your side, making everyone think of Nanzhi as the one who interfered in other people's marriages. Are you doing her justice?"
"She is... much stronger and more independent than Fu Jinan. She won't be easily influenced by others, and she won't care about those groundless rumors."
I never thought that I would be praised by Fu Qichuan under such circumstances.
The praise made my heart feel bitter.
I wasn't born strong and independent. I was once like a flower in a greenhouse. Later, I had no choice but to use all my strength to grow into a tenacious weed.
Now, this has become the reason why he makes me suffer injustice time and time again.
"Then have you ever thought about this? Nanzhi has been an orphan since she was a child, and she grew up living under the care of her aunt. Do you know how many times she's been looked down upon? If she's not strong and independent, who can she rely on?"
Grandpa sighed and asked angrily, "Do you count on her? Do you count on her husband who hurts her every now and then?"
Fu Qichuan's eyes dimmed suddenly, "She never talked to me about this."
"You are not worthy of her talking to you about these things. Ask yourself honestly whether you have ever been a good husband for a day." Grandpa scolded coldly.
Fu Qichuan pursed his lips and said, "You found me a good wife, and I am the one who disappointed you."
"You didn't disappoint me, you disappointed Nanzhi."
Grandpa seemed helpless, and the argument between the two gradually became quieter.
Fu Qichuan’s last words were swirling around in my heart.
Finally, I tasted a hint of bitterness.
Perhaps all breakups between lovers end with one of them playing the "nice guy card."
Suddenly, the door to the study opened.
Fu Qichuan came out holding the door, and I realized that after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have lost some weight, and his eyebrows and eyes became more profound.
His usually straight back was slightly hunched, and blood was still flowing from his forehead.
"You're injured..."
I wanted to be a little harder-hearted, but seeing his distressed look, I couldn't help but show some concern.
Fu Qichuan chuckled softly, his eyes gentle, "Are you concerned about me?"
"I guess so."
I freely admitted, "If a dog in the yard gets hurt, I'll ask for help, too."
"Will you give medicine to the dog?"
He glanced at me and asked seriously.
I nodded, "Yes."
"Well, help me apply the medicine."
He held the wall with one hand, held my hand with the other, and walked towards our room.
I subconsciously broke free, "You're not a dog..."
"hiss……"
Maybe I was too strong and pulled on his injured part. He gasped in pain, but didn't let me go. He said in a muffled voice, "But it hurts me too."
"……oh."
I looked at his expression and it didn't seem fake, so I didn't dare move.
Even though we don't come back to live here sometimes, the servants keep the house spotlessly clean.
Even the sheets and quilt covers are changed every three days.
There is a wedding photo hanging on the head of the bed. It has a retro style and is the work of a post-production artist, but there is no trace of PS at all.
After Fu Qichuan sat on the bed, I tried to pull my wrist away again. He held it tightly and frowned, "We're not divorced yet, and you can't even help me apply the medicine?"
"...I need to get the medicine box, but what can I use to clean you?"
I had no choice but to compromise.
He finally let me go and said, "Go ahead."
I found the first aid kit in the drawer, took out the iodine and ointment, walked over, and stood in front of him.
The wound on his forehead was shocking. I lowered my head slightly, supported the back of his head with one hand, and wiped the blood with the other.
Grandpa used a heavy hand. Just as he wiped off the blood, more blood seeped out.
It hurts just looking at it. “Does it hurt?”
"It hurts, it hurts."
He looked up at me, his eyes as bright as obsidian.
My heart softened, and I blew on the wound while disinfecting it. He said contentedly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, honey."
"We're getting divorced..."
"I'm used to it."
He lowered his eyelashes somewhat dejectedly, his long eyelashes covering his face, giving him a somewhat harmless look.
My heart ached, "It's okay, I'll slowly change it later."
It can always be changed.
Just like I was used to it, every day when I turned over in bed, I could hug his waist and snuggle into his arms. However, recently, I often turned over and felt empty, and would wake up in the middle of the night and be dazed for a long time, and then fall asleep again in a daze.
Many people say that the hardest part of a relationship is not the separation, but the adjustment to life without each other.
In the empty house, when you open your mouth to call out, no one will respond.
Fortunately, time is the best painkiller.
There will always be a day when life will pass.
Fu Qichuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you really have to change it?"
"No, Fu Qichuan, we will all start our own lives. You will, and so will I."
I twisted the ointment open and applied it to him, then put a band-aid on it. "Okay, the ointment is done."
After saying that, I stood up and turned around to leave.
I'm afraid grandpa is still angry and needs some persuasion.
"Where did you finish wiping?"
Fu Qichuan asked back, and when I looked puzzled, he pointed to his back and stared at me without blinking.
"My back hurts, too. The old man was determined to avenge you today. If murder wasn't against the law, he would probably have beaten me to death."
"Grandpa was just angry at the moment, so he wouldn't really hit you hard."
I pursed my lips.
He began to unbutton his shirt, but because his shoulder was injured, his movements were slow. "You'll see."
"……etc."
I still think there should be some boundaries between us. "It's not appropriate for us to do this. I'll ask Fu Jinan to wipe the wound on your back."
"Why not?"
"We're getting divorced, Fu Qichuan. All we need is a divorce certificate. Shouldn't there be some boundaries?"
"That's just a divorce, not a divorce."
He suddenly stretched out his long arm, and his slightly cold fingers reached into my collar, hooking a necklace at my collarbone. He stared at a ring hanging above it with burning eyes.
"Look, you can't let go either."
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