After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

Fu Yanci quickly got into the car from the other side, and without giving Wen Qingruan a chance to catch her breath, started the car directly.

As the street scenes outside the car window rushed past, Wen Qingruan's heart leaped into her throat.

She was terrified, but dared not scream. She could only close her eyes tightly and grip the handle above her head.

But she had drunk so much alcohol, and given her already low alcohol tolerance, her stomach was already churning.

Whether she was out of her mind or genuinely drunk, she actually tried to pry open the car door.

"You're insane!"

Fu Yanci grabbed Wen Qingruan's body, stepped on the brakes, and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Wen Qingruan immediately pushed open the car door and jumped out.

Fu Yanci's face darkened, and he was about to speak when he heard Wen Qingruan vomit.

Wen Qingruan hadn't eaten anything all day and had been drinking, so now she couldn't vomit anything except the alcohol, which made her even more miserable.

A bottle of water appeared in front of her. She took it and said "thank you."

Leaning against a lamppost, she took a while to catch her breath. Although her head was still dizzy and throbbing, she felt that at least she had survived.

A clean and tidy handkerchief appeared before her eyes. When she looked up, she was met with Fu Yanci's face.

A familiar feeling of suffocation rose in her chest, and she bit her tongue to calm herself down.

"Thank you, I have tissues in my bag."

Wen Qingruan did not take the handkerchief from Fu Yanci's hand; instead, she took out a tissue from her bag.

Her distant attitude made Fu Yanci frown, tighten his grip on the handkerchief, and then throw it aside.

"Get on the bus!"

He didn't say anything more.

Wen Qingruan gripped the bag strap tightly, barely managing to stay upright by leaning against the streetlight. "I'll take the bus. It's so late, I don't want to trouble you."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

A large hand gripped her arm tightly.

The force was immense; it felt as if Wen Qingruan's heart had been gripped by that hand.

"It's not good to trouble me, but it would be too much trouble for Shen He?"

Wen Qingruan did not answer. She lowered her head, looking at the tips of their shoes touching, her vision gradually blurring with tears.

Fu Yanci glanced irritably at the passing cars on the road, then stepped forward and hoisted the person onto his shoulder.

"Hey, Fu Yanci, what are you doing!"

"Don't move!"

Fu Yanci shouted coldly, his handsome face growing even colder.

Does this woman never eat?!

So light!

When she left, she said she was going to live a good life, but this is the good life she was talking about!

Fu Yanci tossed the person onto the passenger seat, slammed the car door shut, and locked it.

Wen Qingruan cannot be opened.

Fu Yanci has already boarded the bus.

His face suddenly appeared in front of Wen Qingruan, and Wen Qingruan could even feel his breath on her neck.

"you……"

Wen Qingruan was so nervous that she could hardly speak. She thought she must be drunk, otherwise why would she think that Fu Yanci seemed to be blushing?

Their eyes met, and the carriage was so quiet that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Fu Yanci looked at the woman so close to him. It had been five years. In these five years, he could only be this close to her in his dreams.

Wen Qingruan gazed at Fu Yanci with almost obsessive admiration, her eyes fixed on his deep-set eyes, his straight nose, and his somewhat thin lips...

She used to love kissing him.

Soft, with a faint tobacco scent...

She was probably really drunk; she actually wanted to kiss him, and she actually did.

He leaned forward slightly.

Her lips did touch his, but only for a moment before Fu Yanci turned his head away.

She truly felt Fu Yanci's disgust for her, his disgust for her kiss, and Wen Qingruan's drunkenness completely dissipated.

Shame washed over her like a tidal wave, and Wen Qingruan could no longer stay there.

She tried to pull the car door handle, but someone held it down.

Fu Yanci pulled over the seatbelt next to her and fastened it with a "click".

The car started again, this time at a much slower speed.

Knowing she couldn't get off the bus, Wen Qingruan didn't resist anymore, but simply turned her head to look out the window.

The carriage was quiet. Fu Yanci glanced at the woman beside him, thinking about the kiss they had just shared.

Of course he wanted to kiss her.

For the past five years, he has wanted her even in his dreams.

But what does this kiss mean?

Pity him?

Fu Yanci slowly tightened his grip on the steering wheel and turned to look ahead.

The car stopped at the hospital entrance.

Looking at the familiar hospital gate, Wen Qingruan felt so nervous that she had difficulty breathing.

Why did Fu Yanci bring her here?

Does he know about Lolo?

Fu Yanci unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Fu Yanci, what exactly are you going to do?"

Wen Qingruan pressed her hand against the car door, refusing to get out.

Fu Yanci didn't say a word. He simply carried the person out of the car and strode towards the hospital.

The short distance of a few hundred meters felt longer and more unbearable than a lifetime to Wen Qingruan.

She closed her eyes resignedly, thinking that if Fu Yanci knew, so be it; after all, there was no possibility of them ever being together again!

Even if Fu Yanci knew everything, what could he do? Things couldn't get any worse, could they?

It wasn't until she was placed on a stool that Wen Qingruan heard Fu Yanci's voice.

"Doctor, please treat the injuries on her face."

Opening her eyes and seeing herself in the emergency room, Wen Qingruan breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought...

But the thought that Fu Yanci had gone to such great lengths just to come and treat her wounds made Wen Qingruan feel a pang of sadness again.

He was always so considerate. Even though she had hurt him so deeply, and even though she had said such heartless things, he still cared about her.

He was always such a good person.

She wasn't good enough for him...

The cold tweezers held a cotton swab to clean the wound, and Fu Yanci noticed Wen Qingruan's furrowed brows.

She has always been afraid of pain.

When she was pregnant, she was always anxious, saying she was afraid that childbirth would be too painful.

At that time, he tried everything to make her happy and relieve her anxiety. He found the best obstetrics specialist and promised her that they would only have one child.

Now, the woman merely frowned slightly, without uttering a sound.

She is stronger than before.

But if she were doing well, how could she have become strong?

Fu Yanci turned his face away, no longer looking at her, forbidding himself to think about this woman anymore.

Her affairs were no longer his concern.

After the wound was treated and the doctor gave a few instructions, Fu Yanzhou spoke again.

"Prescribe her some stomach medicine and hangover medicine. She has chronic gastritis. She drank alcohol tonight and vomited about half an hour ago. The vomit was yellow fluid, so she probably didn't eat anything all day."

Fu Yanci explained Wen Qingruan's symptoms clearly and in detail. After understanding the situation, the doctor asked Wen Qingruan to have an ultrasound.

Wen Qingruan knew Fu Yanci's personality; she couldn't refuse, so she could only obediently undergo the examination.

In the ultrasound room, the doctor chatted with Wen Qingruan while conducting the examination.

Fu Yanci stood outside the ultrasound room, and he could hear the conversation inside clearly.