Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 40: Chapter 21 Fu Yisi, why are you so good to me?_2

She openly admitted… she and Fu Yisi were a new family.

There was so much, so much, yet they had only cohabitated for three days, not to mention the time spent apart during work hours.

How was Ji Sang to digest this fact?

For someone so lacking in security, with such strong self-defensive mechanisms, admitting and accepting this truth was just too difficult.

In the bustling hall, only Ji Sang sat silently on the bench.

Helpless.

This was the first word that came to Fu Yisi’s mind when he saw the woman in the hall.

He thought this heartless woman would have left straight away, but Zhang Ting had rambled on in his office, and that’s how he knew Ji Sang was sitting in the downstairs hall.

Seeing her like this, looking so miserable, those who didn’t understand might think that he had bullied her.

Clearly, this little heartless thing didn’t dare meet his gaze, and he didn’t even know the reason.

Fu Yisi’s eyes were deep and dark, his gaze locked tightly on the person sitting down, only stepping forward with long strides after noticing her slight shiver from the breeze blowing in from outside.

“What are you doing sitting here?”

The man’s voice was cool and snapped Ji Sang out of her wandering thoughts.

She slowly lifted her head to look at the man in front of her, squinting slightly from discomfort due to not facing the lights for a while. She couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but she knew it was Fu Yisi.

Turns out… she had already memorized his voice in her heart.

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Maybe from thinking too much or maybe due to a slight fever, Ji Sang’s mind felt heavy and her reactions became sluggish.

She looked up at Fu Yisi for a long time before slowly saying,

“You’re off work.”

Fu Yisi stared at her for a while, and after noticing her pale lips, he turned around and walked a few steps. Seeing no follow-up from behind, he turned back with slightly furrowed brows.

“Not leaving?”

He didn’t understand, how could this woman be so foolish.

Was her alarm clock just a decoration?

And, if she was waiting for him to finish work, why didn’t she go to his office? Even if she was sitting in this hall, couldn’t she have called? He had to be informed by Xiao Zhang.

Knowing that her stomach was not strong, yet she kept torturing herself.

Fu Yisi’s lips were pursed, the lines tight, his facial contours more sharply defined, letting bystanders perceive his displeasure.

Ji Sang also realized this, her expression stunned, she quickly followed him.

…

The two inexplicably fell into an atmosphere with nothing to say, almost a cold war. Fu Yisi didn’t want to talk, just took her to dinner and then drove home directly.

And Ji Sang… didn’t know what to do.

She was troubled by Fu Yisi’s earnest fulfillment of his husbandly duties, wanting to keep a certain distance, to sort out her own feelings first.

But when he stopped talking to her, she found herself with an even bigger headache.

She was clumsy and had no idea how to handle such a situation.

Falling asleep with such tangled emotions, eventually, in the middle of the night, Ji Sang suddenly started to fever. She began having dreams non-stop, like a web of nightmares trapping her mercilessly.

In her dreams, she saw herself as a child, tied up with ropes and a rag stuffed in her mouth, a fierce man warning her not to make a sound.

She dreamt of the outside of the orphanage lit with firecrackers, a crowd holding sparkly things, taking pictures around a suit-clad person escorted by the director and the cook. He brought lots of tasty treats, but she saw with her own eyes the director packing those treats into a box and handing them to an unrecognized adult.

She dreamt of a little boy holding a steamed bun, smiling and calling her sister, but the scene suddenly changed to the director wielding a thick and long stick, mercilessly beating both her and the boy.

She also dreamt of a gentle-voiced aunt, patting her head lightly saying she’d definitely rescue her, but she couldn’t recall her face.

Then, she saw the director dragging a large bag, leaving a trail of wet marks on the ground…

…

“No!”

“Don’t want it!”

She didn’t want to see those scenes anymore.

Tears raged, soaking through her hair, her pillow, but she couldn’t wake from the net of nightmare.

Fu Yisi was awakened by the scorching heat in his arms, then he heard the woman’s sobs. With a shock, he quickly turned on the room’s light.

What he saw was the woman’s unnaturally red face, and… the startling tears.

“Ji Sang?”

Fu Yisi’s cool hand gently rested on her forehead, but was shocked by the unexpected heat on it. His jawline tensed instantly, he wrapped Ji Sang in blankets tightly before getting out of bed to fetch a medical kit.

He immediately took her temperature.

Thirty-nine degrees.

Fu Yisi kept his face stern as he went downstairs to get the ice pack.

When the icy chill of the ice pack covered Ji Sang’s face, she moaned comfortably, her body wiggled slightly, pressing her face closer.

With such a high temperature, physical cooling was too ineffective, Fu Yisi found a fast-acting fever reducer.

He lifted Ji Sang up to lean against his chest, gently patted her face, and brought the medicine to her lips.

“Ji Sang, take the medicine.”

Only then did Ji Sang weakly open her eyes, her forehead against Fu Yisi’s chin, unable to see his expression, but his scent was so familiar, so warm, like a pillar of strength scattering the endless dark nightmares.

Ji Sang was like a person who had been suffocating in the deep sea for too long, suddenly rescued. She gasped for air and burrowed tightly into Fu Yisi’s embrace.

She was weak, her voice soft,

“Fu Yisi.”

The man was close enough to hear clearly that she was calling his name.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Ji Sang broke into a faint smile.

“Why are you so good to me?”

The man went silent for a moment, then said softly,

“Take your medicine first, then I’ll tell you.”

Hearing his words, Ji Sang with some effort lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him earnestly and stubbornly.

“Really?”

“Hmm.”

Fu Yisi reached out, bringing the medicine to her lips.

Ji Sang swallowed the medicine without hesitation and with Fu Yisi’s help drank almost half a glass of water.

She looked at the man and asked softly,

“Can you tell me now?”