Before Old Madam Fu hung up the phone, she spoke slowly, "Sothing indeed happened to Fu Yi."
Jiang Nuan had just ntally prepared herself, and with that short sentence, it all ca crashing down.
Her hand, which she had lowered, rose once again as she pressed the phone to her ear, her face pale, "What happened?"
"His left leg was injured in Hechuan County, and later the wound tore open again, leading to infection. You know his stubborn personality, like a bullheaded fool! When sothing like this happens, he should’ve told the doctor imdiately and gotten it sewn up again, but he didn’t, and as ti dragged on, it left aftereffects in his leg. It’s not serious, but it requires recovery. Cui Xiaosi said he needs to take good care of his injury over the next two years. If he recovers well, there will be no problem, but if not, it could lead to permanent disability."
Jiang Nuan felt as though she had been struck by lightning, her heart suddenly wrenching.
"Grandmother, are you saying Fu Yi might end up disabled?"
What a joke!
The image of that extraordinarily handso man appeared in her mind; he was always so confident, always in control, smiling at everyone as if everything was within his grasp.
Everyone knew he had a boundless future, destined to beco soone great. In the wealth-laden Capital City, he was a presence to whom many bowed their heads, the young Director Fu, and the future Mayor Fu.
His leg might beco disabled...
Jiang Nuan’s heart sank, wishing fervently that she could take his place and be the one to bear this possible disability!
...
On the other side, opposite her, her pale face was caught entirely by the binoculars.
Fu Yi furrowed his brows deeply, his handso face rarely showing such anxiety.
"Wasn’t she just fine a mont ago? Who’s she talking to in the middle of the night to make her look so distressed?"
The hot pot on the table continued to emit a fragrant aroma; Jiang Nuan would surely notice that quite a lot of the food on the table had been moved.
Fu Yi paced around the living room, picking up the binoculars again.
The small woman standing on the balcony wore light-colored loungewear, her skin soft and supple under the nightti sky, her neck long and graceful like a swan’s, but currently hugging her knees and squatting there for so unknown reason, as if crying.
"Phew."
Fu Yi let out a breath, his mood growing more irritable.
His constant movent pulled at the wound on his left leg, causing the old injury to flare up with sharp pain.
Damn it!
He rarely lost his temper, but now he couldn’t control his anger.
Jiang Nuan had been fine when she returned in the evening, like a normal person, and suddenly turned like this—what on earth had happened?
He wished he could go over there directly, pull the crying person up, wipe her tears, and draw her into his arms.
But he couldn’t!
He had promised to give her freedom.
After so much difficulty, he had made up his mind, given her the divorce certificate she wanted. If he showed up again, it would ruin the peaceful life she desired.
After struggling internally for a long ti, Fu Yi slowly walked back to the living room, sat on the sofa, supporting his head, his temples throbbing furiously.
The person he wanted to see couldn’t be seen...
A distance so near felt like an unbridgeable chasm to him.
He took out a cigarette from the drawer, intending to smoke, placed the slender cigarette at his lips, but then threw it into the trash bin, opened the pack of gum on the table, and ate a few pieces.
The taste of the candy should have been sweet, but for Fu Yi, there was a bitterness that seeped into his very bones.
"Nuannuan, what am I going to do with you?"
The small corgi sleeping in the corner of the living room thought it was being called. It clambered out of its dog bed, running and rubbing against his legs nonstop.
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