Moreover, the small two-bedroom apartment bought by Fan Xia was only a little over 60 square meters. It was cozy for two people, but adding two elderly would make it crowded and noisy.
He also knew that this request was too much, but he really had no choice.
The pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital made Wen Lan Sheng feel suffocated and unable to breathe. Fan Xia's silence was like torture to him.
Suddenly, he felt his face being cupped gently. Fan Xia smiled faintly. "Okay."
Wen Lan Sheng's eyes widened.
"Your family's house is indeed a bit old and not suitable for the elderly to live in. Go back and clear out my study, and let your parents stay there with peace of mind."
Fan Xia took his hand, the glaring white fluorescent light of the hospital shining on the side of her face, as gentle as a dream. "My current salary is quite good. With my previous savings, I can almost pay the down payment for a large flat. By then, we'll move out and let your parents live in this apartment to enjoy their old age."
"Fan Xia." Wen Lan Sheng's black, shiny, and moist pupils trembled in disbelief. He immediately hugged her, a bit of moisture spilling from the corner of his eye and disappearing into Fan Xia's snow-white shirt. "Fan Xia, thank you."
"We're all family. Don't mention thanks." Fan Xia gently stroked his back, feeling his hot heartbeat. Her eyes showed no trace of emotion. "I'll go back and clean up the study first. You stay here and take care of your mom."
"But I haven't made dinner for you yet." Wen Lan Sheng tightly hugged her waist, unwilling to let go, his hands tightly clutching her clothes, his moist eyes filled with guilt.
But in the eyes of the passing nurses, they were just a loving couple, attracting attention.
Fan Xia gently stroked the loose hair on his forehead and said softly, "I'm an adult. Will I let myself starve? Besides, your mom's health is important. I'm leaving first."
Wen Lan Sheng reluctantly let go of his hands.
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"Are you serious? Fan Xia really agreed to let us move in? And said that she would give us that apartment to live in in the future?" Xie Cen covered his mouth in disbelief.
Wen Lan Sheng's mother, Wen Ming Yue, lying on the hospital bed, also couldn't believe it. "Did Fan Xia really say that? You didn't hear wrong?"
Wen Lan Sheng sat by the bed, peeling an apple, and said, "Xia Xia did say that. She's already gone back to clean up the study. She still has to go to work tomorrow, so I didn't let her stay at the hospital. I took a few days off to take care of Mom. When Mom can be discharged, you and Dad can move in together."
"Great, great, great! An elevator apartment in the city center is not only convenient for living but also has a good neighborhood environment. Luckily Fan Xia bought it early. Now the market price must be five or six million! I never thought that one day I would be able to live in such an expensive house!" Wen Ming Yue's worries about her leg injury disappeared, and she said with a smile.
Xie Cen stood up excitedly, clapping his hands and laughing. "When we were young, people in the work unit compound all praised Fan Xia for being smart and having a better future than your sister. I didn't agree, but now I really like her more and more. No matter how smart she is, Director Fan is still raising children for us! Haha!"
"Dad!" Wen Lan Sheng's face changed greatly. He stood up with a start and said sternly, "How many times have I told you not to mention Director Fan!"
"What are you doing, scaring me!" Xie Cen held his chest. "Fan Xia is not here. What's wrong with saying a few words! She can't hear it anyway!"
"You're not allowed to mention her even if she's not here!" Wen Lan Sheng slammed the fruit knife on the table with a bang and shouted angrily at Xie Cen. "From now on, don't mention a single word about Director Fan!"
Xie Cen was frightened by his son's rare outburst of anger and sat quietly to the side without saying a word.
Wen Ming Yue smiled and smoothed things over. "Our Lan Sheng is promising. He booked a potential stock in advance. Fan Xia is willing to give us the apartment to live in, isn't it also for the sake of our Lan Sheng?"
Wen Lan Sheng sat down again, the micro-anger in his eyes lessening a bit.
Wen Ming Yue continued, "You and Fan Xia have been together for so many years. At first, I was a bit uneasy about handing you over to her. Now it seems she is indeed sincere to you."
Wen Lan Sheng's eyes softened, and his anger completely disappeared. He said in a low voice, "That's why I don't want to mention the past. Let's not mention it, as if nothing ever happened."
"Okay." Wen Ming Yue said, "Your dad is just too happy. Don't take him seriously."
"Yes, Lan Sheng. Dad is just happy that you have a good home." Xie Cen saw that Wen Lan Sheng's anger had dissipated. His eyes turned, and he whispered, "You said before that she was going to buy a large flat. Is that also true?"
Wen Lan Sheng picked up the fruit knife again and peeled the apple, unable to restrain the smile on the corner of his mouth. "Mm, the salary of the chief assistant of Shanhai Group is very high."
"That's great! My son is so lucky! He can live in a large flat in the city center!" Xie Cen was overjoyed.
Suddenly, Xie Cen thought of something and pulled Wen Lan Sheng's hand, saying, "But you have to be careful. Don't let her buy it now. If she buys it now, it will be premarital property."
The smile that had finally bloomed on Wen Lan Sheng's face instantly cooled.
Xie Cen counted on his fingers, "Think about it, how expensive is the monthly payment for a large flat? Our family has no money to help you pay the monthly payment because we're supporting your sister to study abroad. If you get divorced, you won't have a share in the house!"
"Enough!" Hearing his own biological father curse his divorce, Wen Lan Sheng's face turned pale with anger. He threw the apple in his hand and said irritably, "Dad, Fan Xia is not the kind of person you say she is. She loves me very much. All these years, she has been obedient to me and has never said a harsh word to me. She's even willing to let you move into her home, yet you're still guarding against her and calculating her."
"Lan Sheng, Dad is also thinking for your own good." Xie Cen said.
"Don't say anymore. I want to be alone for a while." Wen Lan Sheng left the ward angrily and went to the courtyard alone to clear his mind.
It was already late at night, and the gentle moonlight shone on Wen Lan Sheng. He looked up at the high moon in a daze, then left the hospital directly and took a taxi home.
When he got home, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.
Wen Lan Sheng took off his shoes and tiptoed into the bedroom. Only a faint warm yellow wall lamp was on in the bedroom. The faint light illuminated Fan Xia's calm sleeping face, and the dark green silk thin quilt set off her jade-like fair skin.
Wen Lan Sheng's gaze lingered. He took off his clothes, lifted the quilt, and crawled in. His hands wrapped around Fan Xia's soft waist from behind, his forehead pressed against her back.
Fan Xia's eyelashes fluttered slightly, startled awake.
She turned around and saw a familiar face. Her surprised tone still carried a hint of sleepiness, "Why are you back?"
Wen Lan Sheng took the opportunity to burrow into her arms, smelling her faint fragrance, his tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, "I missed you and couldn't sleep."
Fan Xia touched Wen Lan Sheng's smooth skin under the thin quilt. His scorching breath sprayed, and his restless hands slid and caressed, climbing up to her robe tie. His bright eyes shook with burning desire.
She raised her hand, her slender and delicate fingers lifting Wen Lan Sheng's chin, meeting his eyes filled with desire. The corners of her lips curved into a beautiful arc, "So impatient?"
Wen Lan Sheng's eyes shyly avoided, "Xia Xia, you… don't tease me."
"I'm teasing you? Aren't you the one throwing yourself into my arms?" Fan Xia's tone was low and teasing. Her soft hair was like the soft tentacles of a jellyfish, entangling the prey. In the night, she shed her gentle and light daytime demeanor and became enchanting.
"Xia Xia..." Wen Lan Sheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he shyly burrowed into her arms.
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." A gentle laugh sounded in his ear. Fan Xia took the initiative to untie her robe. The night was long.
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