Regretful Beijing Marriage

Fu Huaiyan patted Fu Jiayu's head, his voice low and deep.

"It's too late, let's go back to our room and sleep."

Fu Jiayu said "Oh," rubbed his eyes, and took two steps upstairs.

Suddenly he turned back.

He grinned.

"Okay, I know you're going to have a younger brother or sister, I shouldn't disturb you."

The maid standing nearby smiled and chimed in.

"The young master has been waiting in the living room since evening for you to come home. It's so rare to have both the master and mistress at home."

Fu Huaiyan's expression remained unchanged.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Fu Jiayu jogged upstairs and glanced up at Jiang Yining as he passed by.

A smile still lingered on his lips.

"Mom, I'm going to bed."

Jiang Yining didn't look down at him; her eyes and brows were covered with a chilling coldness.

Such a scene is extremely rare, occurring only once in seven years.

She always waited on the sofa until dawn.

In the past, no matter what the old lady said, Fu Huaiyan would only give perfunctory responses.

But in the end, neither of them showed up nor did they call.

Now that the old lady is really sick, he's willing to come back.

But she refused, so he resorted to this method to force her to come back!

That's disgusting!

Jiang Yining didn't bother to look at him again and turned to go upstairs.

The room is still the same.

She looks exactly the same as when she packed her things and left!

No one has come back to the room these past few days!

She walked over expressionlessly, her peripheral vision catching sight of the trash can next to the bedside table.

The photos she threw away are still lying inside.

It seems even the cleaning staff knew this room was empty.

They did it perfunctorily.

Jiang Yining withdrew her gaze, her heart completely unmoved.

What happens here is none of her business.

She reached out and picked up the thin blanket and pillow from the bed, intending to move to the guest room.

He had only taken two steps when he bumped into a wall of flesh.

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat, and she stopped abruptly to avoid bumping into him.

Fu Huaiyan appeared silently at some unknown time.

Jiang Yining frowned, clearly displeased.

Is this man a ghost? He walks without making a sound.

They're like a persistent ghost!

Jiang Yining frowned and took half a step back, about to speak.

Then she saw Fu Huaiyan's gaze shift from her face to the trash can behind her.

He glanced at it, then looked away.

"Is this your new scheme?"

Jiang Yining was stunned for two seconds before she realized what he meant.

He actually thought she had thrown away the photo in a fit of pique when she came in.

Just to get his attention!

Jiang Yining almost laughed out of anger, a chill running through her heart.

"Think what you want, it's none of my business."

She hugged the blanket and walked past him to leave.

My wrist was grabbed tightly and pulled back.

Jiang Yining lost her balance, and the pillow and blanket in her arms fell to the ground with a thud.

She struggled but couldn't break free. She looked up and glared at Fu Huaiyan, her eyes filled with a mocking coldness.

"What does Mr. Fu mean by this?"

She raised her voice, "Could it be that you suddenly got jealous seeing someone else by my side and suddenly realized you've fallen in love with me?"

Fu Huaiyan's expression remained indifferent, calm and undisturbed.

He released his grip, took a half step back, and his voice was as cold as if it had been diluted with ice water.

"I'll sleep in the room tonight."

As soon as the words were spoken, a servant's figure flashed across the corridor outside the door and disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Yining's brows furrowed for a moment.

The old lady was indeed not giving up.

They even sent people to watch this room to see if Fu Huaiyan had shared a room with her that night.

No wonder Fu Huaiyan insisted on forcing her to come back tonight.

The fire that had just risen in Jiang Yining's heart suddenly died down.

It was so cold that all that was left was the smell of rust.

Fortunately, the divorce agreement has been signed, and we only need to wait three months.

She believed that the old lady's words still held true.

Once she gets through this period, she will be able to extricate herself completely.

"OK."

Jiang Yining stopped arguing.

He bent down to pick up the pillow and blanket that had fallen to the floor and threw them back onto the bed.

He then lifted the covers and lay down inside, without even changing his clothes.

She simply wrapped herself up in a ball and turned her back to him.

It doesn't matter where you sleep.

She was too lazy to waste her energy arguing with him.

Fu Huaiyan stood by the bed, looking down at her back, which was wrapped up tightly, and frowned slightly.

"Don't you change your clothes before sleeping?"

"I have no clothes to change into."

Jiang Yining replied from under the covers, then covered her face with the blanket.

She's moved all her things out; where can she go to exchange them?

Besides, living in the same house as Fu Huaiyan, she was worried that he might go crazy and really want a second child.

There was silence behind me for a few seconds.

Jiang Yining heard Fu Huaiyan turn and leave.

He has severe mysophobia and will put his dirty clothes on the bed.

Even if the old lady held a knife to his throat, he would never go to bed with her!

That would be best!

After days of running around and pulling things along, I am physically and mentally exhausted.

Sleepiness quickly swept over my entire body.

Jiang Yining quickly fell asleep.

In her dazed state, she heard the door open once, and then there was no more sound.

In a half-dream, half-awake state, a section of the other side of the bed collapsed.

A warm breath came close to me.

Jiang Yining subconsciously shrank back a bit, found a warm spot and squeezed herself in, snuggling comfortably.

A very soft, suppressed sound came from above.

fleeting.

Jiang Yining was still half asleep when she unconsciously smacked her lips and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Why is this hot stove leaking gas...?"

She rolled over, buried her face in the heat source, and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept without any dreams.

Jiang Yining's biological clock woke her up precisely at dawn.

The bedroom curtains weren't fully drawn, and a ray of sunlight cut through the gap, landing at the foot of the bed.

She lay there with her eyes open for two seconds, then sat up and looked around.

No one is empty.

Be aware of what you are thinking.

Jiang Yining chuckled.

No one else will appear in this room except her.

Jiang Yining didn't think much of it, stretched, and got out of bed.

Her hand instinctively reached to the other side of the bed.

The sheets were warm.

It seems like the person who left recently.

Jiang Yining froze, looking down at the wrinkles.

She looked up again at the side of her body where she was sleeping.

The pillow is crooked.

The blanket was rolled into a ball and wrapped around his waist, as if he had been in a fight.

Is my sleeping posture really that bad?

However, she didn't think much of it and quickly put it out of her mind.

After a quick wash, I went downstairs.

In the living room, Fu Jiayu was already sitting on the sofa with his little backpack on, his legs dangling in the air, and half a slice of toast in his mouth.

Fu Huaiyan stood in the entryway changing his shoes, wearing a black shirt and suit pants, with the cuffs buttoned up tightly.

He looked so clean and neat, as if he had just been cut from a magazine cover.

Upon seeing Jiang Yining come downstairs, Fu Jiayu's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the sofa and ran over.

"Mom, come and have breakfast! You and Dad will take me to school later."

"I want both my mom and dad to come with me to the school's parent-child competition today!"