Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 46: Chapter 25: The Thought of Falling in Love Emerges

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When Ji Sang emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks were flushed. She had just found personal hygiene products beneath that pile of clothes, and she knew without doubt that they were prepared by Fu Yisi.

This matter, intimate enough to border on privacy, evoked an unknown feeling in her. She felt somewhat lost, yet there was also a hint of joy.

It was like touching a whole new, wondrous world.

Thud thud-

The knock on the door pulled Ji Sang back from her thoughts, her gaze shifting to the door with some confusion. When had Fu Yisi started knocking before entering the bedroom?

Without overthinking it, Ji Sang went to open the door, only to discover it was Ye Lin.

“Mom?”

“Xiao Si made brown sugar ginger tea for you, told me to come over when it was time. He’s stepped out but will be back soon. Ah Shang, after you finish drinking, rest well. You two stay here today, and I will make your favorite dishes for dinner tonight.”

After she spoke, she left as if she had completed a task.

Ji Sang blinked, recalling the words her mother-in-law had just said.

Fu Yisi made her brown sugar ginger tea?

Instinctively turning her head, sure enough, she saw the steaming bowl on the small table.

Suddenly, Ji Sang’s nose tingled and her eyes grew warm. Fu Yisi truly was a good and responsible husband, one who still thought to take care of her on this day of his own deep sorrow.

So good that it made her feel ashamed…

Until now, she had never really been a good wife to him.

She recalled how she hadn’t even told him in advance when she announced in front of everyone that she was going abroad for location scouting, gone for half a year.

Just as Ji Sang was berating herself for not adjusting her attitude sooner, Fu Yisi returned, raising an eyebrow at the woman who was sipping the ginger tea mouthful by mouthful.

“Doesn’t taste good?”

Ji Sang jumped in fright, tilting her head back to look at Fu Yisi, who had come in unnoticed, glaring at him.

“You walk so silently?”

Her tone unintentionally whiny.

Fu Yisi’s lips curved into a slight smile, looking down at the more than half the ginger tea still left in her bowl, he placed the things he bought on the low table, then crouched to sit across from Ji Sang, glancing at her lightly.

“Even if it doesn’t taste good, you have to finish it.”

Ji Sang:….

“I didn’t say it tasted bad, I was just… thinking about some things.”

The man seemed skeptical, his chin lifting slightly.

“It’s going to get cold.”

His voice was clearly light, but Ji Sang heard a hint of determination, even threat.

“I told you I didn’t think it tasted bad…”

Ji Sang mumbled, then in one breath finished all the remaining ginger tea in the bowl, not leaving a drop, and raised the empty bowl, her eyebrows proudly lifted.

She looked just like a child eager to prove herself right.

Fu Yisi softly chuckled, leaned over to take a paper napkin, and wiped the woman’s mouth corner.

“Dirty girl.”

His tone was full of distaste, yet his actions were gentle.

Ji Sang’s body immediately stiffened, not daring to move an inch.

Through the softness of the paper towel, she could feel the coolness of the man’s fingertips. When his fingers slid over her mouth corner, an unusual sensation instantly invaded the cells of her entire body, starting from the spine and spreading tingly feelings everywhere.

After Fu Yisi drew his hand away, Ji Sang subconsciously placed her own hand where he had just touched.

His hand was cold, but the skin at her mouth corner was now scorchingly hot, searing into her heart.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump

Ji Sang couldn’t control the chaotic beating of her heart, her lips slightly parted, staring blankly at the man sitting across from her.

He seemed to be saying something, but she could only hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

Seeing Ji Sang’s reaction, Fu Yisi’s brows knitted, and his eyes cooled down, retracting his hand.

His gesture a moment ago had been an unconscious reaction. When he came back to his senses, his hand had touched the woman’s lips, soft and tender, and he had not resisted sliding his finger across them deliberately.

He knew such intimacy was too much, perhaps too intimate for their current relationship. But seeing Ji Sang’s reaction, his heart was still entangled with a faint emotion.

It was itchy, somewhat painfully so.

Fu Yisi had a mania for cleanliness. He would always wash his hands twice with disinfectant after examining patients or performing surgery. But at that moment, his hand rested naturally on his knee, thumb and forefinger absentmindedly rubbing against each other.

“Rest up and put this on.”

Noticing the woman’s face turning pale again, the man resumed his usual indifferent expression and spoke. Then rose to his feet, not intending to stay in the room.