Regretful Beijing Marriage

The elevator doors closed.

There was dead silence all around.

Jiang Yining pressed the button for the basement level without any expression.

Fu Huaiyan stood silently.

The cold white overhead light shone on his sharply defined profile, making his expression inscrutable.

The distance between the two was neither too far nor too close.

It's like being separated by a wall.

The elevator descended smoothly.

The air seemed somewhat heavy.

"Making a scene like this won't do any good."

Fu Huaiyan's voice suddenly came from the side.

He was low and somber, devoid of emotion.

Jiang Yining's brow twitched slightly, and a cold smile curved her lips.

Is this an explanation to her?

Or should we let her settle the matter quietly?

But in any case, it doesn't matter.

Jiang Yining didn't even turn her head, pretending not to hear.

Fu Huaiyan didn't say anything more.

Just then, the elevator suddenly jolted violently.

It started shaking without warning.

Jiang Yining was thrown forward and staggered a step.

She didn't even have time to regain her balance.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, someone grabbed him by the waist.

The other person's strength wasn't great, but they still firmly pulled her into their arms.

The burning heat of his palm pressed against Jiang Yining's waist through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Every breath was filled with Fu Huaiyan's clear, cold, and deep aura.

Jiang Yining instinctively grabbed the man's shirt collar.

She twisted the fabric into a ball.

Before she could even stand up properly, the elevator jolted twice more.

The magnitude is even greater.

It appears to be tilting.

Jiang Yining was propelled forward by inertia.

Her face slammed into Fu Huaiyan's chest.

The tip of his nose bumped against the firm, taut muscles.

It hurt terribly from the impact.

Fu Huaiyan was knocked back half a step by Jiang Yining.

My back pressed heavily against the elevator door.

A dull thud exploded.

He let out a muffled groan, his voice kept extremely low.

If Fu Huaiyan hadn't tightened his arm around her waist a little, she would have been fine.

Jiang Yining almost thought that the sound she had just heard was an illusion.

"Don't be afraid."

Fu Huaiyan's deep voice came from above.

The man gripped her waist and back tightly with his palms, pulling her into his arms.

It isolated most of the impact.

A few seconds later, the elevator stopped.

But it remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Jiang Yining finally came to her senses, steadied herself, and stepped away from Fu Huaiyan's embrace.

The tips of my ears are burning.

She quickly pressed the emergency call button.

"Is anyone there? The elevator is out of order!"

However, after pressing the button several times, there was still no response.

Jiang Yining raised her voice and shouted a few more times.

I hope someone outside can hear me.

Still no response.

She could only pull out her phone.

But they found there was no signal.

At that moment, the overhead lights started flashing.

The light flickered on and off.

It struggled a couple of times.

A snap.

Completely wiped out.

Inside the elevator, darkness pressed down relentlessly.

It felt somewhat heavy.

Jiang Yining leaned against the wall and stood there.

After she lost her sight, her hearing became exceptionally sensitive.

In the quiet elevator, she could hear her own nervous heartbeat.

I could also hear the breathing of the person next to me.

It's too shallow.

It's abnormally shallow.

"Fu Huaiyan?"

Jiang Yining tentatively called out.

no respond.

She took out her phone in the dark and turned on the phone's flashlight.

The light fell precisely on Fu Huaiyan's face.

At this moment, his handsome face was deathly pale.

The man was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, which soaked through the stray hairs on his forehead.

Roll down along the jawline.

Fu Huaiyan stood against the wall, one hand braced against the cold wall for support.

His finger bones were taut and white, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

It seems like they are enduring something.

Jiang Yining's pupils suddenly contracted.

She quickly stepped forward and supported Fu Huaiyan's slightly trembling body.

"What's wrong with you?"

"……fine."

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

"I'm having some difficulty breathing."

Jiang Yining frowned.

She had no idea when Fu Huaiyan developed claustrophobia.

It's impossible for him to react this way just because of the enclosed space.

Jiang Yining raised her hand to help Fu Huaiyan sit down.

My fingertips brushed against his back unintentionally.

The body under his command suddenly stiffened.

A suppressed groan of pain escaped from between his lips.

That sound was short but sharp.

It felt like a thin blade slicing past the tip of her ear.

Jiang Yining's heart sank, and she turned the phone's light source towards his back.

The man's black suit jacket was now completely soaked.

Large wet patches spread down from the shoulder blades.

Jiang Yining paused for a moment, then gently pulled Fu Huaiyan's suit jacket down.

She only realized after taking it off that the inside of her coat was covered in blood.

The white shirt underneath was firmly stuck to the wound.

The blood had soaked through the fabric.

It was shocking to see.

"The burn wasn't treated?"

"...It's been dealt with."

Fu Huaiyan's breathing was heavier than before.

"It's just that an old wound reopened."

Jiang Yining remained silent for two seconds.

Both injuries were caused by her.

She can pretend she didn't see it.

You can ignore him.

Anyway, if the elevator breaks down, someone will always come to rescue it.

If things go wrong and are not dealt with, then he deserves it.

But she can't do that.

With the help of the flashlight, Jiang Yining could clearly see the sweat on Fu Huaiyan's forehead dripping down his chin onto his shirt collar.

His bulging veins, a result of his pain, were exposed before her.

One yard owned by a yard.

She couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

Jiang Yining shoved the phone into Fu Huaiyan's hand.

"Take it, and hold the light up to yourself."

Fu Huaiyan obediently accepted it.

The beam of light landed steadily on my back.

The shirt fabric and the skin were stuck tightly together.

The bloodstains had dried and formed a thick layer.

Even the slightest movement would aggravate the nerves throughout the wound.

Jiang Yining bent down and gently touched the edge of the fabric with her fingertips.

Try to help him take off his shirt.

It was just touching that hard scab.

Fu Huaiyan's shoulder line suddenly tensed up.

A suppressed gasp escaped from between his teeth.

Jiang Yining's fingers froze in mid-air.

A shiver ran down Fu Huaiyan's back.

She didn't dare to tear it anymore.

He bent down and rummaged through his bag for small scissors.

Just then, Fu Huaiyan raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

His burning hot palms were pressed against Jiang Yining's slightly cool skin.

"Just get started."

Jiang Yining raised her eyes.

The light from the phone shone from the direction of Fu Huaiyan's palm.

His expression was obscured by the backlighting.

All that could be seen was the taut line of his jaw and the movement of his Adam's apple.

Jiang Yining paused for half a second, then took out a purse from her bag.

It was stuffed directly into Fu Huaiyan's mouth.

"If it hurts, just bite it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yining's eyes sharpened.

With a tearing sound.

She tore the shirt open in one go.

In an instant, Fu Huaiyan's back arched sharply.

A muffled groan escaped his throat.

He clenched his fists and clenched his teeth tightly.

The veins on the side of his neck were bulging.

The veins on the back of his hand stretched out one by one.

Blood seeped from the edges of the torn wound.

It flows down the spine.

After doing all this, Jiang Yining's fingertips were also covered with a thin layer of sweat.

This is much harder than being a psychologist.

Under the beam of light, the overlapping scars on Fu Huaiyan's back were clearly visible.

A freshly burned wound.

A scabbed-over knife wound.

There were also faint whip marks.

It covered the firm back muscles...