Regretful Beijing Marriage

Jiang Yining composed herself.

By the dim light.

I took out my usual emergency ointment and sterile gauze from my bag.

She carried these things with her for many years.

Initially, it was because Fu Jiayu was physically weak, and she was always ready to help him.

Later, it gradually became a habit.

Unexpectedly, it was used on Fu Huaiyan in the end.

Jiang Yining suppressed her turbulent emotions and dipped her fingertips in the slightly cool ointment.

Gently cover the bloody, mangled wound on his back.

The cool touch pressed against the hot, taut skin.

At this moment when hot and cold meet.

The two of them froze for a fleeting moment, almost imperceptibly.

Jiang Yining paused slightly.

The environment was dim, so it wasn't very clear when I looked at it.

Now touch it.

The skin and flesh were grotesque, almost turned inside out.

Just by applying the medicine, she could feel how much pain Fu Huaiyan was in.

However, Jiang Yining sneered, a chill running through her heart.

Live it!

The injury is so bad, and they're not treating it properly.

He also went to great lengths to protect Shen Miaoyin.

It's no wonder it hurts so much.

She was unlucky enough to be trapped in the same elevator as him.

If Fu Huaiyan hadn't actually saved her...

She really didn't want to deal with this mess.

Jiang Yining quickened her pace, eager to finish bandaging the wound as soon as possible.

The elevator could be repaired at any time.

If someone sees them like this, it'll be hard to explain.

She knew better than anyone how terrible rumors could be.

She doesn't want to have anything to do with Fu Huaiyan right now.

Because she was in a hurry, Jiang Yining's fingertips landed a little harder.

With each press, one could clearly feel the subtle trembling of Fu Huaiyan's shoulder blades.

However, she didn't pay attention and didn't slow down her movements.

This is entirely his own fault.

Just as Jiang Yining was engrossed in treating her wounds...

A large, hot hand precisely gripped her wrist.

The scorching heat spread up the skin.

Jiang Yining's heart tightened, and she suddenly looked up.

In the dim light, the faint glow of the phone subtly outlined Fu Huaiyan's angular profile.

His forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his thin lips were slightly pursed.

Those usually cold and sharp eyes were now covered with a layer of water.

"Be gentle."

The two words made Jiang Yining's fingers curl slightly.

Fu Huaiyan's voice lost its usual cool and steady tone.

The last syllable rose slightly.

She could even detect a hint of pleading in his voice.

Jiang Yining frowned unhappily.

Now you know you're afraid of pain?

They delayed seeking treatment for the burns at noon.

The wound has now reopened.

You leave her with a mess and expect her to be lenient?

Could it be that they actually still believe she has feelings for him?

Jiang Yining abruptly withdrew her wrist, her tone indifferent.

"Stop talking nonsense. Either do it yourself, or shut up and bear with it."

Without wasting any more words, she sped up her pace.

The pressure from his fingertips also increased slightly.

In the enclosed space, the only sound was Fu Huaiyan's occasional suppressed breathing.

It was fragmented and dull.

One sound after another fell on Jiang Yining's eardrums.

It upset her.

She always felt that Fu Huaiyan was doing it on purpose.

He wasn't this dramatic when he was injured by the knife.

Now, even with just a ripped skin and flesh, they're already acting like they're going to die.

What does it mean?

He should be seeking sympathy from her, not her.

"Jiang Yining, you're still blaming me."

Fu Huaiyan's hoarse voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"So you deliberately hit so hard."

"You want an explanation for what just happened?"

Jiang Yining was enraged by his two nonsensical remarks.

They're already divorced.

Who are you trying to impress with this aggrieved and clingy attitude?

She didn't believe that Fu Huaiyan had suddenly come to his senses.

I don't want to know what he's up to.

Too lazy to waste words, Jiang Yining coldly scooped out a large spoonful of the cooling ointment.

He pressed precisely and forcefully onto Fu Huaiyan's most severely damaged wound.

"hiss--"

Fu Huaiyan froze.

One hand was pressed tightly against the cold elevator wall.

Clench your knuckles into a fist.

A suppressed groan escaped from deep within his throat.

It was clearly in excruciating pain.

However, Jiang Yining's eyes remained completely unmoved.

She put down the ointment and went to get gauze.

Preparing to wrap things up.

The next instant, her wrist was gripped again.

The force was sudden and unexpected.

Using the force of turning around, Fu Huaiyan suddenly tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace.

Jiang Yining, caught off guard, threw herself into his hot, firm chest.

My cheek was pressed against his warm skin.

A cold and aggressive aura enveloped her completely.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Jiang Yining exploded with rage.

She raised her hand and pressed it forcefully against Fu Huaiyan's chest, pushing him away.

"Fu Huaiyan! What's gotten into you again?!"

"Is this how you repay your savior?"

Because the force was too great.

In addition, Fu Huaiyan was already seriously injured.

Jiang Yining pushed him, and his back wound slammed hard against the wall.

The pain made his face turn pale.

My breathing became erratic instantly.

Jiang Yining's face darkened further, and the fire in her heart burned even brighter.

Good intentions were misunderstood.

"Fu Huaiyan, you deserve it!"

"If you don't behave yourself, I'm done with you."

"Don't cry when your wound gets infected and fester!"

Her chest heaved with anger, and she felt utterly frustrated.

He kindly offered to help.

The man, on the contrary, went even further.

Doing these inexplicable things.

If it weren't for him saving me...

She couldn't care less.

Jiang Yining let out a breath, suppressing her anger.

Quickly wrap the gauze around Fu Huaiyan.

The elevator space is small and there are no lights.

To bandage her back, Jiang Yining could only stand sideways in front of Fu Huaiyan.

She bent down and wrapped the gauze around his back.

From a distance.

Their posture was intimate, as if she had reached out and embraced him.

Fu Huaiyan remained silent throughout, letting her do as she pleased.

But those dark eyes were fixed on her figure.

His gaze was burning hot, as if it wanted to melt her whole being and melt her into her very bones.

Even though Jiang Yining couldn't see clearly in the darkness.

He felt extremely uncomfortable under that intense gaze.

I really didn't check the Chinese calendar before I went out.

I shouldn't have gone up the elevator with him.

Quickly wrap the gauze around the wound.

Jiang Yining straightened up, intending to withdraw.

But suddenly my waist tightened.

Fu Huaiyan forcefully pulled his arm back.

He pulled her back into his arms.

They held on tightly, refusing to let go.

"Fu Huaiyan!"

Jiang Yining was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"Mad dog!"

"Neuropathy!"

She used every swear word she could think of.

He struggled to get up.

But Fu Huaiyan's arm was like a city wall, making her unable to move.

The next moment, a deep, resonant voice came from above.

"You just hurt me on purpose, so isn't it only right that I hold you to catch my breath?"

I will wash the purse clean and return it to you.

Jiang Yining sneered.

"Throw it away, it's dirty, I don't want it."

Regardless of what Fu Huaiyan is trying to do.

She didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Just as she was about to push him away, the elevator lights suddenly turned on.

Then, the door was opened.

A blinding light rushed in.

"Great, it's finally open."

A great cacophony of sounds came from above.

It was accompanied by gasps of surprise from the crowd.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

"Wait, what are President Fu and President Jiang doing...?"