She didn't even dare to breathe!
"Jian!"
He suddenly called out to her, unable to contain himself, and slowly leaned down.
Zhuo Jian's heart pounded like thunder; as he drew closer, she could smell his slightly cold breath and once again turned her head away.
His shallow lips grazed the corner of her mouth, and then a disappointing sigh followed.
"You rest well!"
He didn't leave, still pressing down upon her.
Zhuo Jian wanted to rest, but she felt as if her chest was being flattened by him, and the ambiguity that grew out of the deathly silence made her restless.
What were two people who were getting a divorce doing?
Was he pitying her?
Fu Yanye also felt a softness different from his own and couldn't help but lower his gaze.
"Mr. Ye!"
"Hmm?"
"…"
Zhuo Jian thought that simply calling him should make him understand to keep his distance, but unexpectedly he just responded.
"I've always thought you never grew up!"
He said that!
Zhuo Jian's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and heat.
"Good night!"
He suddenly said softly.
"Good night!"
She replied with her face turned away, feeling guilty.
His dark eyes lingered on her for a long time.
Zhuo Jian lay on her side after he left, feeling her heart pound intensely, with violent throbs.
Latterly, his phone rang again, and he patiently took the call and went out.
Zhuo Jian knew it must be Ruxiang.
Although Ruxiang couldn't plainly say she didn't want him keeping Zhuo Jian company, she was definitely afraid of the two of them being alone together.
Zhuo Jian thought that Fu Yanye must really consider her as family, as he had stayed beside her these past few days.
But she couldn't be ignorant of proprieties, so she planned to quietly leave the house late into the night.
Downstairs, only one place was lit, and she was surprised, thinking a part-time cleaner had come.
"You're awake, come and eat something!"
"You, why are you still here?"
Zhuo Jian followed him in, and when she saw two dishes and a soup on the dining table, she almost couldn't believe her eyes.
The illustrious CEO of the Fu Corporation, cooking?
"This is my home. During the three years you weren't here, I've always lived here."
"…"
Zhuo Jian couldn't believe it and only remembered that she was supposed to leave after sitting down, but by then she had already picked up a spoon.
She hadn't eaten much these past few days and didn't know how many times her stomach had cramped up.
The soup was light, but it warmed her chilled body from the past days as she drank it.
Fu Yanye placed the chopsticks in front of her and watched her drink the soup, then said, "It has your favorite mushrooms in it, can you taste them?"
"…"
Zhuo Jian sipped her soup, looking at him, and mechanically nodded after a while.
Now she could taste them.
"You never had the chance to eat my cooking before, are you surprised?"
"Yes, very surprised!"
She admitted quietly, then continued to sip her soup, her head bowed.
She decided to finish eating quickly and leave this place; this man was too frightening.
His phone rang again at the dining table, just as he was about to start his meal.
Zhuo Jian knew it was Ruxiang without lifting her head. He glanced at the phone and then, looking at Zhuo Jian, answered, "Hello?"
"You can't come over tonight either? I always have nightmares! I can't sleep well!"
"Didn't you take the medicine the doctor prescribed? I'm tied up here!"
"Are you with Jian?"
"Mm!"
Fu Yanye looked at the woman sitting across the table from him and suddenly realized that this young girl had never complained about her hardships to him, but the woman on the phone...
"I know I shouldn't be so selfish, but Yanye, I'm so scared. I'm terrified that if I fall asleep, I might never wake up again. I haven't worn a wedding dress yet, haven't walked into the church with you."
Ruxiang said and began to cry again.
Fu Yanye sighed, "It will be soon. Isn't the wedding dress being made right now? Rest well, I'll come to see you at dawn!"
Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but even though she had told herself to forget him, hearing him say such words to Ruxiang made her feel as if her heart had been forcefully split open, and blood was slowly seeping out from the wound, scorching and shocking!
"I've finished my drink. Thank you for the dinner. I'm going back to my mom's place now. You should go ahead with your things too; I promise I won't get desperate and do something foolish."
She knew he thought that her mother couldn't bear to lose her.
Everyone was worried she might do something rash!
It was only pain, what could possibly go wrong?
But if she didn't leave soon, something would go wrong!
"Zhuo Jian, you must sleep here tonight!"
"Why?"
"Because, Grandfather's men are downstairs!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian knew he was afraid of his grandfather. His grandfather wasn't just an ordinary scary old man; he held real power.
But having signed the divorce agreement, she felt it was inappropriate to continue living with him.
"If it were before, I would have listened to you, but now that I have signed the divorce agreement, if grandfather asks, I will explain it to him myself. He won't harm you."
Zhuo Jian explained to him.
"Are you sure? Have you forgotten how he broke two of my ribs when I was a child?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian gasped.
"Stay here. I'll take you back myself tomorrow!"
"Aren't you supposed to visit Sister Ruxiang tomorrow?"
Fu Yanye wanted to eat, but when she mentioned Sister Ruxiang, he suddenly put down his chopsticks, annoyed, "Can you not bring up Ruxiang?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
So she didn't even have the right to mention that person?
Zhuo Jian stayed silent, determined to leave, but when she reached the living room, she found her suitcase was missing. She couldn't help but turn to look at the man who followed her out, "Where's my suitcase?"
"I cooked for someone for the first time, and you're just brushing me off after finishing the soup?"
Fu Yanye stepped forward, hoisted her off the ground, and carried her on his shoulder.
She was light, and he easily lifted her onto his shoulder.
Zhuo Jian felt a sharp pain from his shoulder and lifted her feet, fearing her slippers would dirty his clothes.
Fu Yanye placed her back in the chair next to him.
Zhuo Jian glared at him angrily, "You can't bully people like this! You wanted the divorce, so you can't control me anymore!"
"We haven't divorced yet! Eat!"
He pushed his bowl of rice in front of her and handed her his chopsticks as well.
Zhuo Jian looked at the utensils in shock, then raised her eyes to him, "Do you really mean for me to use these?"
He gestured with his hand, telling her to hurry up.
Zhuo Jian, fuming, grabbed his chopsticks and stabbed the table hard a couple of times before eating the rice from his bowl.
She deliberately picked up his soup bowl and drank directly from it.
Fu Yanye frowned tightly.
This was how she reacted when she got frustrated.
Like a little hedgehog with its quills up!
Zhuo Jian was even more surprised that Fu Yanye, who was known for his extreme obsession with cleanliness, could actually share his bowl for her to eat?
"Your cleanliness obsession is cured?"
It was the only reason Zhuo Jian could think of.
"I only have a cleanliness obsession with strangers!"
Fu Yanye had been waiting for her to ask this question and immediately told her.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why her face was so hot, nor did she want to delude herself into thinking she wasn't a stranger to him.
Why would that be?
His gaze was fixed on her lips.
That look was like...