"..."
Fu Hanjiang paused, his expression visibly darkening. Quite a temper, huh?
He wasn't known for his patience and was tempted to walk away. But then he looked at the medicine in his hand—forget it, after all, he was partly at fault.
He took a few steps forward, bent down, and placed the bag of medicine on the coffee table.
Looking at her back, he advised, "The medicine is here. The instructions are on the box. Make sure to take it."
Sheng Xiangsi didn't move or respond.
Under the dim light, her back looked very thin.
Fu Hanjiang frowned. Had she always been this thin? When he held her today, she felt as light as a feather.
Too thin.
Suddenly, he felt a pang of pity.
His lips moved slightly, and he awkwardly said, "About today, it was a misunderstanding... I forgot that today is your grandmother's death anniversary. Also, the overpass collapse at Jiu Xian Bridge—I only found out about it later. I'm sorry."
It was a long speech, finally said.
In the past, because she annoyed him, he always spoke to her impatiently. Speaking so calmly and even somewhat humbly was a first.
But even so, Sheng Xiangsi still didn't respond.
Fu Hanjiang began to suspect, "Are you asleep? You can't sleep yet; you need to take the medicine..."
He glanced at the coffee table. There was no cup, and naturally, no water.
Feeling guilty, Fu Hanjiang offered, "Wait, I'll get you some water."
He turned and went into the kitchen.
In no time, he returned with a cup of water, bending down to place it on the coffee table.
"Sheng Xiangsi, I know you're not asleep. Stop being stubborn and take your medicine. You fainted from the pain. How can you not take it?"
As he set the cup down, his hand knocked something off the table.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Fu Hanjiang bent down and picked it up.
It was a woman's wallet, undoubtedly Sheng Xiangsi's.
The wallet had fallen open, revealing a photo inside. Who was it?
He was about to take a closer look...
"Give it back!"
Suddenly, Sheng Xiangsi sat up and snatched the wallet from his hand, quickly closing it.
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of vigilance as she looked at him. "Don't touch my things!"
At this point, Fu Hanjiang couldn't take it anymore.
"Sheng Xiangsi, do you have any sense of gratitude? I touched your things? I got you water so you could take your medicine..."
"I don't need you to care!"
Sheng Xiangsi clutched the wallet tightly, her gaze cold and distant. "I don't need you to get me water. Who asked you to buy medicine? I won't take it!"
"You..."
Fu Hanjiang was furious, his handsome face frosty.
He pointed his jaw at her forcefully, "Don't need my care? Fine, great! You think I want to care? If I interfere again, I'll... I'll..."
He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence in front of Sheng Xiangsi and angrily turned and went upstairs.
Sheng Xiangsi closed her eyes, enduring his volatile temper. Slowly, she opened her eyes and opened the wallet.
Looking at the photo slot, she gently touched it with her fingers.
"Junjun... that was close."
She almost let him see it!
Although she knew he detested her, he wouldn't recognize Junjun. Even so, she didn't want him to know about Junjun!
Junjun was her child, hers alone.
…
The next day, Sheng Xiangsi rested at home and felt much better.
In the evening, she received a notice from the agency that the contract was completed.
After a quick wash, she went to the agency, met the landlord, paid the deposit and rent, and got the keys to the house.
Immediately, Sheng Xiangsi took a car back to Yintan to get her luggage.
The thought of not having to face Fu Hanjiang today made her feel lighthearted.
She took the subway to the city center and then a bus, stopping by an ATM to withdraw some cash.
It was rush hour, with heavy traffic and crowded streets.
In the evening, Fu Hanjiang was headed to Qin Yan's house for dinner.
His car stopped at an intersection, stuck in traffic.
"Huh?"
Driver Chen Zhong pointed out the window at the roadside, "Isn't that Miss Xiangsi?"
Hmm?
Fu Hanjiang, who had been looking at documents on his phone, looked up.
Sure enough, it was Sheng Xiangsi.
Her slender figure was squeezed in the crowd, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her long hair cascading like seaweed.
Pure and alluring.
Using today's words, pure and seductive.
Fu Hanjiang frowned. What was she doing here? After being in so much pain yesterday and refusing to take medicine, she was out again today?
Without a job, she seemed to be wandering around aimlessly.
"Miss Xiangsi!"
Before Fu Hanjiang could speak, Chen Zhong had already rolled down the window and waved at Sheng Xiangsi. "Over here!"
Hearing this, Sheng Xiangsi turned her head, hesitating before taking a few steps closer and smiling at Chen Zhong. "Uncle Chen."
Then she looked at the back seat, seeing only Fu Hanjiang's profile through the window, unable to discern his expression.
"Hehe."
Since Fu Hanjiang didn't speak, Chen Zhong felt a bit awkward. "Miss Xiangsi, where are you headed?"
"I'm going back to Yintan," Sheng Xiangsi replied with a smile.
"Oh..."
Chen Zhong glanced at Fu Hanjiang for approval.
"Second Master, Miss Xiangsi is heading back to Yintan. Should we... give her a ride?"
However, Fu Hanjiang kept his eyes on his phone, showing no intention of responding.
"Hehe..." Chen Zhong laughed awkwardly, feeling more uncomfortable.
Sheng Xiangsi didn't want to trouble him. She smiled and said, "Uncle Chen, it's alright. I'll go first. Goodbye."
"Ah, goodbye."
Sheng Xiangsi turned back into the crowd, soon disappearing from sight.
"Sigh..."
Chen Zhong couldn't help but sigh. As a long-time servant of the Fu family, he occasionally spoke candidly with Fu Hanjiang.
"Second Master, it's hard to get a cab at this hour. Why not give Miss Xiangsi a ride?"
"Hard to get a cab?"
Fu Hanjiang put down his phone, raising an eyebrow.
"No problem, she has nothing to do, she's not in a hurry."
"You, this..." Chen Zhong was helpless and speechless.
As an old servant of the Fu family, he naturally knew that the Second Master disliked Sheng Xiangsi.
"Alright."
Fu Hanjiang waved his hand, squinting slightly. "You know Sheng Xiangsi. If I let her in, with her clingy nature, she'll latch onto me again. I don't want to create trouble for myself."
Besides, didn't she say she didn't need his care?
Why should he bother? Better to let her be.
"Second Master..."
"Uncle Chen."
Fu Hanjiang raised his hand, reminding him, "Drive, the cars ahead are moving."
"Oh, alright."
Meanwhile, Sheng Xiangsi returned to Yintan, drenched in sweat from the crowded bus ride.
She was back to get her luggage, which she hadn't even unpacked, making it easy to gather her things and leave.
She sat on the living room sofa, took out the cash she had withdrawn from the ATM, and counted it—5200 yuan, no mistake.
Then, she took out a blank envelope, writing a few lines on it.
Finally, she put the 5200 yuan in the envelope and placed it on the coffee table.