Regretful Beijing Marriage

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my back and spread throughout my body.

A dense, sharp pain seeped into my bones.

But Jiang Yining's heart was completely numb.

There was not a ripple whatsoever.

Life and death hang in the balance.

All eyes were on Shen Miaoyin.

It's ridiculous that she was just worried about Fu Jiayu's safety.

She was so eager to protect her child, but in the end, she was just being delusional.

Just then, Fu Huaiyan's deep eyes looked over.

She was locked up tightly.

His thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Fu Jiayu seemed to remember her at that moment, and jogged over.

"Mom, how are you...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Miaoyin suddenly clutched her head and screamed.

"Huaiyan, help! This is terrifying! My head hurts so much..."

She instantly drew everyone's attention.

Fu Jiayu immediately turned around and hurriedly urged the servants.

"Call a doctor immediately!"

Fu Huaiyan calmly stood up.

"Get the doctor here for the examination as quickly as possible."

As he finished speaking, he was about to step forward and look at Jiang Yining.

But she had already turned around, her back straight.

Jiang Yining walked back to her room, leaning against the wall, each step aggravating the wound on her shoulder blade.

The spot where the porcelain shard was embedded in my flesh was painfully throbbing with each movement.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her back.

She didn't care about the heat, the cold, or the tension.

The door is locked.

Jiang Yining slid halfway against the door panel, only managing to avoid falling by bracing herself on the doorknob.

Physical wounds can heal.

But how long will it take to heal the wounds in my heart?

The pain subsided for two seconds.

Jiang Yining took off her coat and went into the bathroom.

The woman in the mirror had a dark red upper body.

Bloodstains spread across his entire back.

It was only half-done when new seepage started.

There are also four porcelain pieces of different sizes embedded on its back.

The skin around the wound was peeling off with white edges, a truly horrifying sight.

Jiang Yining gritted her teeth, opened the first-aid kit, and took out tweezers and iodine.

She flinched slightly when the tip of the tweezers touched the edge of the porcelain shard.

Cold sweat trickled from my forehead into my eyes.

Jiang Yining closed her eyes briefly, clenched her teeth, and forcefully pulled out.

Blood gushed out and flowed down the curve of his back.

She threw the shards of porcelain into the trash can.

The pain when the cotton ball was pressed on made her knees go weak.

When all the porcelain pieces were processed, Jiang Yining felt as if the pieces had stopped breathing.

She thought she had figured it out and that these people couldn't hurt her anymore.

But that scene still pierced her heart like a nail.

The pain isn't from being abandoned, or from being left unattended.

The moment she rushed over to hug Fu Jiayu, she was genuinely afraid something would happen to him.

Her biological son, however, only cares about the mistress.

Jiang Yining was lost in thought, the gauze wrapped crookedly in her hands.

After doing all this, she sat on the edge of the bed, completely exhausted.

I suddenly felt like laughing.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, Fu Jiayu called out anxiously.

"Mom! How are you?"

"Open the door quickly and let the doctor check your wound!"

Jiang Yining ignored it.

She had no more feelings to say anything unnecessary to the Fu family.

There was a two-second silence outside the door, followed by the sound of metal clashing.

The lock cylinder was opened from the outside.

Fu Huaiyan walked in, followed by Fu Jiayu and a doctor in a white coat.

Fu Jiayu's face turned pale when he saw the blood-stained tissue on the ground, and he rushed in.

"Mom, you..."

Jiang Yining took a step back.

"roll."

A single, hoarse, and thin word.

He was so weak he could barely catch his breath, but the word struck the floor clearly.

Fu Jiayu froze on the spot, his pupils contracting slightly.

He had never seen his mother so cold.

The coldness in his eyes was so unfamiliar that it filled him with fear.

Fu Jiayu froze on the spot, too afraid to move.

Fu Huaiyan turned his head, gesturing for his son and the doctor to leave first.

The door closed behind him.

When Fu Huaiyan walked over, Jiang Yining took a half step back.

Her lower back slammed into the corner of the bedside table, causing her to furrow her brow in pain.

"Can't you understand human language? Get out."

It felt like she had sandpaper in her throat; every word felt like it was being squeezed out of her flesh.

Fu Huaiyan stood two steps away.

Looking down at the half-wound, crooked bandage wrapped around her waist.

Blood has already seeped out.

"Are you planning to ruin your back?"

Jiang Yining's face suddenly stiffened.

She didn't want to harm her health because of this.

Jiang Yining let out a sigh of relief and got up to go to the hospital by herself.

Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly.

This movement aggravated the wound on Jiang Yining's back.

She swayed and almost fell back down.

Fu Huaiyan reached out and supported her shoulder.

The moment that hand touched her shoulder, she flinched as if she'd been electrocuted.

But Fu Huaiyan did not release him.

He then pulled her firmly into his arms.

His large palms gently covered her lower back, stabilizing her posture, and his warm breath fell on her ear.

"Don't move."

Fu Huaiyan lowered his voice.

It landed close to the back of her ear, its warmth brushing against the skin of her neck.

Jiang Yining's body stiffened, and every hair on her body stood on end.

A feeling of nausea surged wildly within me.

He had just been intimately entangled with Shen Miaoyin in the guest room.

He turned around and touched her with his dirty hand.

Hypocritical and disgusting!

Fu Huaiyan ignored Jiang Yining's resistance.

He lifted the gauze from her lower back, and she shivered the moment the cold cotton ball touched it.

But Jiang Yining gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The alcohol burned a ring around the wound.

The pain caused her to see flashes of white light.

Jiang Yining gripped the bed sheet tightly, her nails digging into the fabric, without uttering a sound.

Fu Huaiyan paused for a moment.

I used less force when moving the cotton ball downwards.

My fingertips touched the skin on her side through the gauze.

"If it hurts, just cry out. Don't try to tough it out."

Jiang Yining closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with coldness.

I just hope it ends soon.

After a long, agonizing few minutes.

Fu Huaiyan's hand lingered a moment longer at her waist as he wrapped the last bandage.

The warmth of my fingertips touched me through the gauze.

It felt like an ant crawling across her spine.

The bandaging is complete.

Jiang Yining broke free from Fu Huaiyan's embrace almost immediately.

But he only managed half a step before the pain made him bend over.

Jiang Yining steadied herself by leaning against the bedside table, her gaze falling on the back of Fu Huaiyan's hand.

A wave of nausea surged up from the bottom of my stomach.

A physiological nausea swept over his entire body, and every inch of his skin resisted his touch.

She lunged at the trash can and gagged twice.

My throat feels sore.

My stomach was churning, but there was nothing to vomit.

But it's disgusting!

Just thinking about Fu Huaiyan and Shen Miaoyin...

Jiang Yining pinched the edge of the trash can until her knuckles turned white, then gagged again, tears welling up in her eyes.

Fu Huaiyan's face lost its composure, and his brows and eyes suddenly turned cold.

The gaze from behind was as heavy as a mountain.

He's probably never been so disgusted with someone to his face in his entire life.

The finger mark on her cheek hadn't faded yet.

The anger in his eyes was much stronger than when he was slapped.

"Just now I..."

"Get out."

Jiang Yining didn't let Fu Huaiyan finish speaking.

She didn't even turn her head, her voice hoarse as she roared.

"Nausea!"

In an instant, the room temperature plummeted.

Fu Huaiyan's eyes flashed with malice, and his face darkened further.

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Yining immediately got up and locked it.

He then kicked away all the pillows and blankets that Fu Huaiyan had touched.

The feeling of nausea in my heart still lingers.

Just then, Jiang Yining's gaze fell on the family photo that was turned upside down on the headboard.

Looking at the forced smile in the photo now.

It just felt incredibly ironic.

Jiang Yining pulled out the photo expressionlessly and then tore it to shreds.

But she still felt uneasy.

He simply picked up a lighter and burned all the photos.

The photo turned to ashes in the fire.

Without hesitation, she poured the ashes out the window.

From this moment on, she had nothing to do with the Fu family anymore!

At that moment, the phone lit up.

It was a message from Fu Jiayu's kindergarten homeroom teacher.

Attached are more than a dozen family photos taken at school today.

[Jiayu's mom, it's such a pity you couldn't come today! Please come with Jiayu's dad next time. Our child was so happy today!]

Have you decided on the autumn outing next month? Are you going to let your child participate? I think Jiayu really wants to go.

Jiang Yining's indifferent reply.

From now on, contact Fu Jiayu's father regarding any matters concerning him; it has nothing to do with me.

After sending the message, she deleted the teacher's contact information without hesitation.

Then I left the class group.