Chapter 571: Chapter 569: My Newlywed Little Wife, Give Me a Smile
Then, the man smiling before her slowly disappeared.
She desperately shouted, "Don’t go, don’t go."
But he seemed unable to hear her, and he vanished.
"No...!"
The woman suddenly sat up from her bed; outside, the sky was just beginning to lighten with dawn.
She glanced at the time, seven o’clock.
Her forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and her heart was still racing uncontrollably.
Without hesitation, Song Yi threw off the covers and ran downstairs.
Fu Jingsheng seemed not to have slept all night; he was standing before the instrument panel, adjusting medications and observing data.
Hearing the noise, he looked up and saw the woman standing at the top of the stairs.
"Sis, up so early?"
"I was thinking of making breakfast for you in 10 minutes."
He was smiling, though his voice was a bit hoarse.
Because of Tang Si’s illness, he had indeed been working tirelessly for a month or two.
He knew well enough that the longer the medication stayed in Tang Si’s body, the less likely it was to cure him.
Seeing Fu Jingsheng’s relatively calm face, Song Yi felt a slight relief.
She composed herself and asked, "How is Tang Si? Can I see him now?"
"You can," Fu Jingsheng replied gently. "He’s inside, and he might wake up soon. You can sit with him and talk to him."
Throughout the long night, Tang Si had indeed hung on.
Fu Jingsheng had bandaged the wound on his wrist.
It was deep, would leave a scar, and wouldn’t heal.
The handcuffs had really cut into the flesh, making it unimaginable how much pain he must have been in to struggle like that.
This was a gamble, and they won it.
In the room, the curtains swayed gently with the breeze outside.
The man lay on the bed, looking sickly and utterly haggard.
She approached step by step, seeing his wrist wrapped in bandages.
Upon checking, his ankles were as well.
Song Yi dared not even hold his hand.
She could guess that this wound must have been inflicted by a bind.
She sat quietly by the bed for a long time without saying a word, simply watching him.
It seemed as though she was silently telling him through her actions that she was there.
"Sis, take your medicine." Fu Jingsheng suddenly appeared at the door.
"After you take your medicine, I’ll check on the baby’s condition."
Song Yi looked up, "You’re not a gynecologist."
"Oh," Fu Jingsheng shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I’ve recently learned."
"Am I your guinea pig?"
Fu Jingsheng replied, "You could say that, but I specially learned for you. I’m also concerned about my nephew’s safety."
He handed the medicine to Song Yi: "Drink it."
As Song Yi drank, Fu Jingsheng explained, "Your husband will wake up. There’s no need for you to sit here for so long. You can’t be too fatigued either."
"He doesn’t need to be watched constantly."
Song Yi raised her eyes, "I want to be the first person he sees when he wakes up, not an empty bedside."
Fu Jingsheng chuckled, "They say there’s no filial child on long-term sickbed duty, so what is this?"
"Guarding him with his son?"
Song Yi shot him a look.
He laughed cheerfully, "Really, it’s fine. He’s used to being alone. When he wakes up, I’ll call you. Don’t overstrain yourself."
Song Yi replied, "But he’s not alone right now."
"I had a dream."
Song Yi’s eyelashes trembled slightly, "I dreamt he left, saying goodbye to me."
Fu Jingsheng said, "Then you woke up frightened."
She looked up at Fu Jingsheng, somewhat surprised.
Fu Jingsheng explained, "I could tell you were scared awake when I saw you coming downstairs like that."
"Pretty easy to guess."
Fu Jingsheng said, "If you want to stay with him, then perhaps get yourself ready. Looking like this, when he wakes, he might think I haven’t taken good care of you."
"Let me check your health first."
"Okay."
...
After checking, ensuring the baby inside was safe.
During this time, Father Song and Song’s mother called, asking why they hadn’t returned home.
Song Yi explained that they were staying at a friend’s place and would inform them when they were headed home.
The illness Tang Si had, he had never told anyone about.
Until the evening, as the sun was gradually setting.
The man on the bed showed no signs of waking up.
During this, Chu Ju came by to see his mother.
She asked Fu Jingsheng, "I called you last night to check on things. Was your irritation due to them?"
"Have I ever expressed joy?" Fu Jingsheng replied with a smile, "Irritability is just me."
"It was just that you called while I was tweaking the medication. I don’t like being interrupted."
Chu Ju tilted her head, looking at the room’s door: "Will he wake up?"
"He definitely will."
Fu Jingsheng took a sip of coffee and sighed softly, "Perhaps he’s just too tired and wants to lie down and rest a while longer."
"He’s been tired his whole life."
He turned, looking at Chu Ju, "Come on, let’s go for a walk and not disturb the family of three."
"I’ll treat you to dinner."
"All because you don’t want me to interrupt, so you’re treating me to dinner?"
Fu Jingsheng licked his lips and laughed lightly, "What else? Could it be I’m enticed by your beauty?"
Chu Ju replied coldly, "I don’t lack money, do I? Why should you treat me?"
With that, she turned and walked away.
Fu Jingsheng: "..."
Alright then, he’ll just have a skewer and a beer by himself.
...
Song Yi thought that when Tang Si woke up, he might need something to eat, so she got up to prepare some food.
The man on the bed moved at this moment.
The sound was so faint, even silent, but somehow, she suddenly turned her head.
In that very instant, she happened to catch the man slowly opening his eyes.
Surprise and a mix of complex emotions spread through her heart. She wanted to say something but didn’t know how to begin.
She merely smiled.
The man’s lips moved, his words soft.
So soft that she couldn’t hear them.
Song Yi leaned down, placing her ear near his lips: "What did you say? I couldn’t hear clearly. Say it again."
The warm breaths from the man gently caressed her earlobe as he took a breath.
The breathing was close, alive, and warm.
As she focused intently on listening to him, the man’s lips brushed against her earlobe.
The tingling sensation and the surprise made her instantly straighten up.
She looked at the man lying on the bed, a little shocked.
He tugged weakly at a smile, his eyes laced with laughter, adding a hint of allure to his pale face.
But this allure was tinted with illness.
"The first thing I said was, ’It’s so good to see you again.’"
Tang Si’s voice was very hoarse: "Now, still being able to kiss you, that’s good too."
The pain and screaming from yesterday had hurt his throat.
But the hoarse voice wasn’t unpleasant.
Instead, it had a certain allure, intensely sexy.
Tang Si was flirting, but Song Yi truly wasn’t in the mood for it.
"I don’t feel any pain anywhere? I’ll go call Fu Jingsheng."
"What do you want to eat?"
"I’m fine," Tang Si closed his eyes briefly, seemingly exhausted, "I don’t feel like eating."
Just waking up, he probably wouldn’t have much of an appetite.
Song Yi didn’t push him.
"Don’t call Fu Jingsheng."
Tang Si opened his eyes: "Stay and sit with me for a while."
She sat by the bed, gazing at him.
Her expression was quite solemn, always feeling that Tang Si seemed fragile, like he could be knocked over by a breeze.
Looking at him was like looking at a delicate porcelain doll.
Tang Si said, "Lean over, let me see."
She had red, slightly swollen eyes; Tang Si thought she must have cried for a long time last night.
Sigh...
"..." She furrowed her brow slightly, also pursing her lips.
What’s the matter?
Had this illness affected his vision? Was he unable to see her clearly?
Her heart tightened, thinking she must later ask Fu Jingsheng if there were any side effects.
She slightly leaned towards Tang Si.
The man raised his hand with some difficulty, and with that movement, the pain tugged at his wound.
He merely frowned slightly, a fleeting reaction.
His large hand gently caressed her cheek.
She was slightly stunned, didn’t resist, nor dared to move his hand, fearing it would hurt his wound.
Song Yi looked at him smiling up close.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Can’t see me clearly?" Song Yi asked him, "Is your eyesight okay?"
She moved a bit closer again, "Can you see clearly?"
He chuckled again, "What are you thinking?"
His large hand gently lifted the corners of her mouth.
His hoarse voice carried a hint of affection, "I just wanted to see up close why my newlywed little wife is looking so worried?"
"A little goblin looks best when she smiles."
Song Yi was truly amused by him.
The worry in her heart dissipating a bit.
An old man’s humor knows no bounds.
His charm that calms people’s hearts comes from his state in any situation.
Just one condition, that he can speak.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him, not knowing why, just feeling like saying his name.
Never thought happiness was like this.
You call him, and he’ll respond to you, and that is happiness, isn’t it?
"Hmm?" Tang Si lowered his hand, "Can’t even call your husband."
He looked at her, "Where are your sweet words, little girl."
Song Yi was momentarily speechless, but the smile on her lips was subtle.
"Your husband wants to hear." Tang Si spoke again, "Say a few more words."
Song Yi said a lot, praising him.
Tang Si laughed and laughed, listened and listened, and fell asleep.
Breathing steadied, emotions calmed.
Song Yi was about to go and talk to Fu Jingsheng about the situation.
Just as she got up to leave, she seemed to hear the man’s sleep-talk.
He said, "Don’t always cry when I’m helpless."
"Can’t hold you to comfort, just thinking about it makes my heartache..."
Song Yi was stunned, touched her own eyes.
Looking at the man with closed eyes.
Suddenly she smiled.
It seemed she indeed cried quite often.
Alright, she never realized she cried so much before.
Even if a business deal fell apart, even if she was squeezed by a competitor, she never felt it was so aggrieving or worth crying over.
"As long as you stay safe and well, I surely won’t cry, husband."
...
A week later, it was early April.
In a blink of an eye, March had passed.
Tang Si’s health was improving day by day, and he was no longer staying with the Song Family.
Instead, he moved into the new villa.
Everything inside was arranged by the two of them personally.
Neither really knew who was taking care of whom.
One taking care of a patient, the other a pregnant woman maybe.
Each felt the other was like porcelain, fragile and easily broken.
Tang Si was a bit speechless.
"I’m a man." He took the mop from Song Yi’s hand, "Don’t keep doing these house chores, I’m just recovering, I’m not disabled."
"Oh." Song Yi was very calm, "But you really might not be able to beat me now."
She clenched her fist, waving it before Tang Si, "You couldn’t withstand even one move from me."
Tang Si chuckled softly.
"Who wants to withstand your move?"
"If you want to beat me, I’m always at your mercy to rub against the ground at any time, aren’t I?"
Song Yi thought for a moment, it seemed that indeed was the case.
Song Yi thought Tang Si might wake up needing something to eat, so she got up to prepare some food.
The man on the bed moved just at that moment.
The sound was very faint, even soundless, but for some reason, she suddenly turned around.
Turning around in that instant, she met the gaze of the man slowly opening his eyes.
In an instant, a mixture of surprise and complex emotions spread in her heart, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say for a moment.
She just smiled.
The man’s lips moved slightly, speaking so softly she couldn’t hear.
Song Yi leaned down, her ear close to his lips, "What did you say? I didn’t hear, say it again."
The man’s warm breath slowly brushed her ear, breathing could be heard.
Breathing right by the ear.
Alive, with temperature.
Concentrating fully on what he was saying, the man kissed her earlobe with his lips.
The tingling and thrilling sensation made her sit upright in an instant.
Looking at the man lying on the bed in disbelief.
He forced a smile, a hint of charm in his pink eyes, adding a touch of spring to his pale face.
But this charm was accompanied by a sickly look.
"The first sentence was, it’s great to see you again."
Tang Si’s voice was very hoarse, "Now, it’s great to be able to kiss you."
Yesterday’s painful outburst injured his throat.
But the hoarse voice wasn’t unpleasant.
Instead, it had a bit of flavor, tightly sensual.
Tang Si was flirting, but Song Yi really wasn’t in the mood for it.
"I don’t feel pain anywhere. I’ll call Fu Jingsheng over."
"Do you want to eat something?"
"I’m fine." Tang Si closed his eyes, seemingly very tired, "Don’t want to eat."
Upon just waking up, there might not be much appetite.
Song Yi didn’t force him.
"Don’t call Fu Jingsheng."
Tang Si opened his eyes, "Stay with me for a while."
She sat by the bed, watching him.
Her expression very serious, she always felt Tang Si was so fragile now, as if a gust of wind would blow him down.
Looking at him was like looking at a fragile porcelain doll.
Tang Si said, "You lean down, let me see."
Her eyes were red, somewhat swollen; Tang Si thought, she must have cried for a long time last night.
Sigh...
"..." She frowned slightly, pursed her lips.
What’s the matter?
A sickness affecting vision? Can’t clearly see her face?
Her heart tightened; she’ll have to ask Fu Jingsheng about this later, see if it’s some side effect.
She slightly leaned towards Tang Si.
The man raised his hand with some difficulty, and with that movement, the pain tugged at his wound.
He merely frowned slightly, a fleeting reaction.
His large hand gently caressed her cheek.
She was slightly stunned, didn’t resist, nor dared to move his hand, fearing it would hurt his wound.
Song Yi looked at him smiling up close.
"Why are you smiling?"
"Can’t see me clearly?" Song Yi asked him, "Is your eyesight okay?"
She moved a bit closer again, "Can you see clearly?"
He chuckled again, "What are you thinking?"
His large hand gently lifted the corners of her mouth.
His hoarse voice carried a hint of affection, "I just wanted to see up close why my newlywed little wife is looking so worried?"
"A little goblin looks best when she smiles."
Song Yi was truly amused by him.
The worry in her heart dissipating a bit.
An old man’s humor knows no bounds.
His charm that calms people’s hearts comes from his state in any situation.
Just one condition, that he can speak.
"Tang Si." Song Yi called him, not knowing why, just feeling like saying his name.
Never thought happiness was like this.
You call him, and he’ll respond to you, and that is happiness, isn’t it?
"Hmm?" Tang Si lowered his hand, "Can’t even call your husband."
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