Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 47 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 47
"Good night." After she entered, he took a deep breath and said these two words lightly.

He changed into home clothes and went to work in the study. It was not luck and cleverness that allowed him to secure his position as Fu's successor at such a young age, but ten years of hard work and great wisdom.

He stayed busy until late at night before going to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for bed. After taking a shower, he sat in a wheelchair and wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of milk. As soon as he left the bedroom, he heard the girl's sad voice from the room next door, An Qing.

"Mom, don't leave me, mom..."

The girl's voice was desperate and powerless, like a drowning person making the last call for help. It instantly grabbed Fu Jingchen's heart and made him feel sad too.

He has also experienced despair, so he can especially empathize with it.

He slowly clenched his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, turned around, walked to the door of Anqing's bedroom in the wheelchair, and pushed the door open.

On the big bed in the bedroom, the girl's petite body was sunk in the middle, as if she was having some kind of nightmare. Her pale face was covered with cold sweat, her brows were tightly wrinkled, her slender eyelashes trembled violently, and tears glistened at the end of her eyes.

Fu Jingchen came to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, looked at her clutching the quilt tightly, and stretched out her hand to hold the small hand with bulging veins, "don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man's gentle words made An Qing gradually calm down, and her frowning brows relaxed slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at Fu Jingchen with her head tilted. The tears in her eyes rolled down like pearls.

Fu Jingchen took out a tissue and gently wiped away her tears.

"I dreamed about my mother, I miss her so much."

An Qing sobbed while weeping.

Fu Jingchen didn't speak, but looked at her with pity.

"If she was still there, she would never allow them to do this to me."

"Yes." Thinking of himself, Fu Jingchen sighed and nodded.

If his parents hadn't passed away in a car accident, he wouldn't have become the pitiful look he is now.

"It's all over." He suppressed the complicated and turbulent sad emotions in his heart, raised his hand to smooth the messy hair on her cheek, and said softly.

"Husband, thank you. If I hadn't married you, I'm afraid I'd still be living that kind of life now."

An Qing said, holding Fu Jingchen's hand, and sticking it to her cheek full of tears.

The girl's big wet eyes were full of admiration and gratitude, Fu Jingchen's heart trembled suddenly, and then, something seemed to burn in his heart, and the fiery heat continued to spread, gradually enveloping his whole heart .

She thought he was her salvation, but in fact, she was the same, dragging him out from the darkness.

They are each other's salvation.

Fu Jingchen's stiff arms relaxed, his pale fingertips caressed her face, and slowly wiped away the tears on her face, "you don't have to thank me, you have done a lot for me."

"Honey, can you stay with me? I'm afraid I'll still have nightmares."

An Qing held Fu Jingchen's hand tightly, making a pitiful request.

"Okay, I'll get you a hot cup of milk."

Fu Jingchen went out and came back after a while, holding a cup of warm milk in his hand.

"Well, let's drink."

Fu Jingchen handed the milk to An Qing and was about to go out again.

"Husband, where are you going? Don't you say to accompany me?"

Seeing that Fu Jingchen was about to leave, An Qing hurriedly stopped him and asked anxiously.

"I'm going to get the quilt and sleep on the sofa."

Fu Jingchen's face evoked a comforting smile, and he glanced at the sofa.

"No, my quilt is big enough." An Qing said as she lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and walked towards Fu Jingchen.

Sweating all over because of having a nightmare, An Qing's clothes were a little see through, sticking to her body, revealing her curves while walking.

Beautiful and alluring.

(End of this chapter)