"Angry?" Fu Yi pressed down on her hand.
Jiang Nuan suppressed her displeasure, "Director Fu, could you please cooperate with my work?"
He wouldn’t cooperate yet insisted on having her stay to check if his wound had scabbed. Isn’t that crazy?
Seeing her face tight without a hint of smile, Fu Yi sighed, "I knew you were angry."
Jiang Nuan angrily shook off his hand and stood aside, "If you don’t want an examination, fine. Don’t waste my ti; other injured are waiting for in surgery. I’m leaving now. Take care of yourself."
"Nuannuan." Fu Yi called her.
Jiang Nuan originally didn’t want to pay him any mind, but her feet seed disobedient, stopping unconsciously. Annoyed and irritated, she turned back, "If you have sothing to say, say it quickly. If you want to fart, fart!"
If you have sothing to say, say it quickly. If you want to fart, fart!
It was the first ti Fu Yi had heard her swear. He was dazed for a full second, watching her oval face flushed with anger. For so reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh.
He reached out and pulled the person who wanted to run away, forcibly dragging her back to the bedside, his voice suddenly hoarse, "In such a hurry to leave?"
Jiang Nuan couldn’t pry open his hand, her long neck hung low; her snow-white earlobes were small and cute. She pursed her lips, face tightening, expressionless, "Don’t misunderstand, I’m just your attending physician!"
Just from her tone and the indifferent attitude she showed now, Fu Yi might have misunderstood that she no longer liked him. But a few days ago, her tear-filled eyes were still vivid. How could he misunderstand?
"The Xu family and the Fu family are family friends, but Xu Qingrong and I are not close. I didn’t lie to you."
Jiang Nuan inexplicably irritated, tightened her lips, "You don’t need to explain this to ."
Fu Yi just held onto her, unwilling to let go, confident she wouldn’t struggle too hard, "You’re my wife. If I don’t explain to you, who should I explain to?"
You’re my wife...
Jiang Nuan was stunned, her heart sour and swelling, wanting to cry yet laugh.
If he had spoken to her like this five years ago, admitting her identity, she might have been too happy to sleep for days.
But people grow up. She finally waited for him to acknowledge her identity, yet no longer needed his acknowledgnt.
Jiang Nuan lowered her eyelids, using her hands to pry at his fingers, "We will divorce sooner or later. You don’t need to explain your relationships with others, and I don’t want to hear it."
Fu Yi thought he had already beco emotionally reserved, wouldn’t be easily provoked by a few words, yet who knew three or two sentences from her would invoke his anger, "Who told you we would get divorced sooner or later?"
"I want to divorce you."
His temple throbbed a few tis as he stared at her clear and beautiful eyes, "I didn’t make it clear to you before. Let tell you again: I won’t get a divorce, and the Fu family’s dictionary doesn’t include the word divorce, only widowhood! You had a chance for widowhood but didn’t cherish it, saved , so now you’re stuck with . Whether you still like or not, I won’t divorce you. Even if you’re unwilling, you must be in my family registry!"
Where is he so unreasonable? Jiang Nuan was so irritated her eyes widened, seemingly wanting to argue with him.
Fu Yi didn’t want to look her in the eye, afraid of getting angry enough to die, "You can find a lawyer, or go to court to sue, I won’t stop you..."
The next second, Jiang Nuan was almost driven mad by him.
"Just see who dares to take this case."
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