The world was spinning. The sky was spinning
. The world was plunged into endless darkness.
Qingqing was like a wandering soul, floating in this dark and hopeless place.
She could feel her body, but she couldn't wake up.
Was she being sleep-deprived?
In the past, she would struggle to wake up when she was sleep-deprived, but this time, Qingqing didn't have that mind.
Never mind, she could still continue to sleep by lying down.
Now she only wanted to think about one question.
Was she a failure as a person?
How did she end up like this?
The relationship between husband and wife was cold, the relationship between mother and son was stiff, and the siblings quarreled as soon as they met, like enemies.
Confusion enveloped her whole body. Qingqing suddenly felt that it would be nice to sleep like this forever and never wake up again.
The depression lasted only a moment. Gu Qingqing was not someone who was afraid to face reality. She quickly encouraged herself and slowly cheered up.
A pair of hands passed through her back and knees, and picked her up steadily and powerfully.
Qingqing, who was in a coma, was stimulated by the touch of her body and soon showed signs of waking up.
The feeling of sleep paralysis gradually faded.
When she was carefully placed on the soft big bed by someone holding her, Qingqing woke up.
Unexpectedly, she met Fu Heng's eyes.
Seeing his wife staring at him, Fu Heng smiled dotingly, raised his hand to smooth her long hair that was messed up by sleep.
"If you are still sleepy, go back to sleep. I don't mind if you don't take a shower."
"I do mind." Qingqing said, she woke up, got up, and walked around Fu Heng into the bathroom.
The cold water poured straight over her body from head to toe. The wet dress stuck to her body, outlining her sexy curves.
Unfortunately, the master had no intention of appreciating her. He just closed his eyes and raised his head to accept the baptism of cold water.
It was only April now, and the weather was gradually getting warmer, but it was far from the season to take a cold shower.
Moreover, Qingqing had a cold body, so she always took a warm shower even in summer.
But now she just wanted to calm her confused brain. She
took in too many memories at once, and her chaotic brain was like an over-running machine, with a frighteningly high temperature and faint smoke.
She showered for more than half an hour, until Fu Heng noticed that Qingqing had been showering for too long and knocked on the door to ask about it. Qingqing then turned off the water, took off her wet clothes, and casually changed into a long, clean nightgown in the basket. As soon as
the bathroom door opened, a cool breath blew on her face.
Fu Heng frowned, and reached out to hold Qingqing's slender wrist. The skin he touched was icy cold.
"You took a cold shower?" Fu Heng glared at his naughty wife with a hint of reproach: "You will have a hard time in a few years. If you take a cold shower now, it will hurt you so much. How can you not take care of your body?"
He was like an old father who was worried about his daughter, nagging and lecturing her endlessly.
The moment Qingqing was held by Fu Heng's palm, she shivered from the burning temperature.
She subconsciously wanted to shake off Fu Heng's hand, but he subconsciously held it tighter, and she couldn't get away at all.
"I'm fine."
Realizing that she couldn't beat Fu Heng if she tried to be tough, Qingqing forced a smile, reached out and gently grabbed Fu Heng's big hand that was holding her, and carefully freed her hand.
"I was just too tired and forgot to turn on the hot water." It was
a half-hearted explanation, but Fu Heng had no choice but to believe it.
"Then go to bed early."
He allowed Qingqing to go to bed without giving her permission.
"Okay." Qingqing was in a bad mood. She had no energy for anything and didn't want to talk to Fu Heng. She simply followed his words and lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She thought she could avoid talking this way, but as Fu Heng's big hand wrapped in a towel covered her, Qingqing still dodged uncomfortably.
She was just acting subconsciously and didn't notice Fu Heng's imperceptible pause.
Then she returned to her normal state.
"You have to dry your hair before you go to bed, otherwise you will have a headache."
Regardless of whether his wife refused or accepted, he just wiped Qingqing's long hair.
Thanks to the care of the "child" over the past year, Fu Heng can be said to be very good at taking care of Qingqing.
With his moderate strength and skillful technique, Qingqing soon lay still obediently, like a cat whose fur had been blown up and then successfully smoothed.
Fu Heng almost wiped Qingqing's hair half dry, and seeing that she was drowsy again, he picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table and blew her hair.
Until her hair was completely dry, his wife was almost completely asleep.
He put away the hair dryer, leaned over, and lovingly kissed his wife on the top of her head.
As expected, he didn't get any response, so he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As soon as the water valve was opened, the freezing cold water gushed out. The temperature was so high that even Fu Heng, a grown man, could not help but shudder, not to mention his wife who was already suffering from a cold body.
But Fu Heng did not raise the temperature, but took a slow bath at this temperature.
If someone used a stopwatch to time it, they would be surprised to find that Fu Heng's bathing time was almost the same as Qingqing's, with a difference of no more than five minutes.
Coming out of the bathroom with a body full of cold water vapor, he picked up the air conditioner remote control and raised the temperature.
Qingqing in the quilt could not help but shiver slightly because of the heat, and her feet moved, trying to kick the quilt open.
Seeing that the quilt was about to be kicked away, someone maliciously covered it back and tucked the edges carefully to ensure that it was pressed tightly and would not be kicked away easily.
"Hot..." Qingqing muttered in a daze.
Coincidentally, at this moment, the quilt was lifted, and a figure with a cold breath approached her, and the mattress sank slightly. A
thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her forehead. Qingqing subconsciously followed the source of the cold and leaned against it comfortably.
It was like hugging an ice cube in the hot summer with a temperature of 40 degrees. It was so comfortable that people could not help but sigh.
Faintly, she seemed to hear a low laugh, and then the stuffy temperature around her gradually disappeared, but Qingqing, who was already fast asleep, did not let go of the pillow in her arms.
Even though she was a little aware that the shape and feel of the pillow were not right, her sleepy brain was obviously no longer functioning. She
slept until noon, and when she woke up, Qingqing subconsciously glanced at the wall clock, and then was startled awake and sat up abruptly.
Didn't she usually get up at six o'clock?
Today she overslept and didn't even finish her morning run!
Qingqing, who was hurriedly trying to get out of bed, belatedly recalled the memories of the past year, only to find that her biological clock for health preservation, which had been formed over the years, had long been disrupted into a ball of wool.
Or the ball of yarn that the cat had played with, it was now tangled up.
Rubbing her forehead, she sighed, and resigned herself to getting up to eat breakfast, or lunch.
No matter what it was, she was hungry anyway.
As for the biological clock problem, it could only be adjusted a little bit later.
Wearing slippers and going downstairs, Qingqing thought that the nanny would be busy in the kitchen, but unexpectedly saw an unexpected figure inside.
"Didn't you go to work?" She was so surprised that the words in her mind blurted out directly.
"Most of the company's affairs have been handed over to A-ma. Now I only need to go there two or three days a week to confirm that some of the more important projects are okay."
Fu Heng answered his wife's question casually without turning his head.
In fact, Qingqing realized that she had said something wrong as soon as she said it. She subconsciously covered her mouth and smiled awkwardly: "Is that so? That's right. You've been busy for half a lifetime. It's almost time for you to retire."
Fu Heng paused in cutting vegetables, put down the kitchen knife, turned around and walked out slowly, gradually approaching Qingqing.
Qingqing stepped back uncomfortably until her lower back hit the corner of the table, and was forced to stop.
"Fu... Fu Heng."
She frowned, opened and closed her palms, and hesitated on the edge of pushing her husband away or not.
Fu Heng stared at his wife with his dark and deep eyes, and said in a low voice: "Do you dislike my old age?"
"No... No." She absolutely did not admit it.
"Really?" Fu Heng put his hands on the table behind Qingqing's back, forming a posture of holding her in his arms.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm..." Qingqing nodded like a scallion, and she almost swore to prove her innocence.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while.
Qingqing gradually felt pain in her waist. In order to keep as much distance as possible from him, she leaned back a lot and was almost unable to hold on.
Seeing that she was about to collapse, Fu Heng supported her with his big hand and helped her stand up straight, "Don't practice yoga here, it's not good for your waist."
"I didn't..." She opened her mouth to refute, but was blocked by something that was suddenly stuffed into her mouth.
Qingqing closed her mouth subconsciously, and a slightly spicy and fresh fragrance spread in her mouth.
She was stuffed with a piece of dried meat.
With dried meat, Qingqing was like a kitten with dried fish.
The sharp claws that had just been exposed were soothed back into the pads before they could touch anyone.
She was completely distracted by the meat jerky and became well-behaved.
"Wash your hands after eating the meat jerky and get ready for dinner." Fu Heng's patient instructions came from the kitchen.
"Okay." Qingqing answered vaguely.
She washed her hands swiftly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with her obedient self.
When her hands were immersed in water, she realized belatedly, when did she become so well-behaved and obedient?
It must be the sequelae of her previous shrinkage. It didn't take long for Qingqing to find an excuse for herself.
She returned to the dining room, shaking her wet hands. Fu Heng had already placed a sumptuous meal of five dishes and one soup on the table, three of which were pure meat dishes, and the remaining two also had meat added as a condiment. None of them were pure vegetables.
One could tell at a glance that the meal was cooked entirely according to the taste preferences of Qingqing, a carnivore.
But...
"Why cook so much?" Qingqing thought it was a waste.
When she was young, she didn't think it was a big deal. If she couldn't finish it, she would just throw it away. However, as she grew older, she gradually realized the preciousness of food and was less likely to waste food. She would ask
the nanny to make just enough portions for meals, and the dishes were not as delicious as they could be.
"The children are coming back," said Fu Heng.
It was just a coincidence that as soon as he finished speaking
, there was a lively conversation at the door.
The sons came back, and Qingqing was delighted. She immediately stood up and walked quickly to the door, ready to greet her sons.
But halfway, she stopped, walked back quickly, and sat down at the dining table.
"What's wrong?" Fu Heng was puzzled by his wife's actions.
Didn't she always like the children to come home to see her?
"Nothing, I'm just hungry and want to eat early." Qingqing lowered her head, stuffed a mouthful of white rice into her mouth, and chewed it stiffly.
It's not that the rice is not delicious, after all, the rice cooked in the rice cooker tastes the same, but she herself feels uncomfortable. She
was hospitalized due to a car accident, and no one was there to accompany her at home. After returning home, she was deeply hurt by her youngest son's inexplicable slander, even though it was later confirmed that those were all misunderstandings.
But the broken heart can't be put back together.
As a mother, she really loves her children, but that doesn't mean she won't be hurt by it, nor does it mean that she will forgive easily.
She is just a petty person, Qingqing thought.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be that little notebook used specifically for holding grudges.
"Mom." Fu Sishen happily came to Qingqing's side as soon as he entered the door: "I miss you, do you miss me?"
This sweet-mouthed guy came up and watered her with honey.
He thought he would get the same enthusiastic response as before, but his mother just glanced at him coldly and said, "Sit down and eat." She
didn't answer the question of whether she wanted to or not.
Is mom in a bad mood today?
Fu Sishen touched his nose and looked at his father for help.
Fu Heng also pretended not to see it. He couldn't even take care of himself, so how could he have time to save others.
It was Yu Yu and Fu Sijin who broke the cold shell on Qingqing.
"Mom, this is the gift we bought for you, please take a look."
Yu Yu handed the gift bag in her hand to Qingqing gently. Qingqing was upset and didn't want to pay attention, but after her eyes accidentally glanced at her belly, which was already beginning to show, she immediately changed her mind.
She took the gift bag and finally smiled: "You are thoughtful."
Looking at Yu Yu's belly with concern, Qingqing asked again: "Did the child bother you?"
"No, he is very well behaved. I rarely have morning sickness and my appetite is not affected."
Speaking of the baby in her belly, Yu Yu's face immediately showed the glow of motherhood, and her eyes were incredibly gentle.
"That's good. You should eat and drink as you like when you're pregnant. As long as you grasp the right amount, you don't have to be too restrictive..."
Qingqing pulled Yu Yu aside and talked a lot about keeping the baby safe and raising the baby.
These were all her personal experiences. Yu Yu listened very carefully and almost took a recorder to write them down.
Now she just wants to give the best to the baby in her belly. It will definitely be good for the baby if she can learn more from these experiences of others.
"Hey, brother." The two women talked endlessly and didn't even have time to eat. Fu Sishen was curious and couldn't help but lean over and get closer to his brother: "Don't you find that our mother has become a little... a little..."
He gestured with his hands for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable adjective.
"Like a normal mother-in-law." Fu Sijin kindly added to him.
"Yes, yes, that's what I mean!" Fu Sishen looked at his brother with surprise.
But Fu Sijian's face was not very good.
He realized the changes in his mother.
Why did his brother say this? It was because his mother's memory had not been fully restored before, and her mind was relatively young, so she and his wife were more like sisters of the same age, or even playmates, rather than mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
But now...
the bad premonition in his heart gradually expanded.
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