Chapter 16: Carry on Well

Fu Yisi's hand movement paused, his eyes lowered to glance at her. He didn't think Ji Sang was the type to have a sudden epiphany. Thinking of the scene he had witnessed at the hospital entrance, his gaze became cold and indifferent as he spoke, his voice revealing no hint of joy or anger.

"Are you very familiar with Zhang Ting?"

For some reason, Ji Sang felt a chill run through her body under his gaze, imperceptibly shrinking her neck and increasing the distance between herself and Fu Yisi.

"Zhang Ting?"

Perhaps because she had just recalled some unpleasant memories, Ji Sang's eyes were somewhat moist, and her puzzled expression tightened Fu Yisi's throat, causing him to swallow involuntarily.

It seems they're not close; she doesn't even know his name.

Fu Yisi raised his brows slightly, speaking indifferently,

"My assistant."

The sudden sense of oppression vanished, and Ji Sang, not understanding why Fu Yisi's mood had changed so quickly, suddenly realized,

"So his name is Zhang Ting."

But... does this have anything to do with whether he is still angry or not?

Ji Sang was unaware that Fu Yisi had been standing at the hospital entrance all this time, nor did she know he had seen her talking with Xiao Zhang, and naturally, she didn't realize that Fu Yisi's question stemmed from a man's instinctive possessiveness.

It was just as Xiao Zhang had mentioned, Fu Yisi's possessiveness has always been strong.

He couldn't claim to have any deep feelings for Ji Sang at the moment, but since she had taken his last name and become Mrs. Fu, Fu Yisi naturally counted her among the relatives with whom he was deeply connected.

He attributed his recent emotions to the workings of possessiveness.

Not to mention being late, she had come to the hospital for another man.

For someone like Fu Yisi, who had always had things go his way, it was impossible not to feel a bit uncomfortable.

However, the man looked at the delicate hand still clutching the hem of his shirt and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Zhang Ting didn't seem stupid.

He knew to take others' advice, to... to act coquettishly. This ungrateful woman did not totally dismiss the idea of settling down.

Where could Ji Sang know that during this short interval, the man had entertained such extensive thoughts? Her considerations were genuinely quite simple: if she fell out with Fu Yisi, given her inability to articulate well, life wouldn't be easy going forward.

And there would be explanations owed to her parents.

Because... she was really not adept at lying.

Moreover, there was nothing to criticize about Fu Yisi's looks or figure, especially that jawline she adored so much — the best she had ever seen, without a doubt. She was looking forward to the time when she could persuade him to become her model.

With that thought, the discomfort in Ji Sang's heart dissipated quite a bit. She let go of the fingers that were pulling at Fu Yisi's shirt hem and prepared to devour the porridge in front of her.

She truly was famished after nearly ten hours without food.

Fu Yisi felt an involuntary twitch in his brow at the moment her fingers let go. Seeing the woman struggle with one hand, he went to the en suite bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly.

Oh, right, the nurse had seen that it was Dr. Fu's patient and had immediately shown them to a VIP ward without thinking.

When the man came back out, Ji Sang had already eaten nearly a third of the porridge in front of her.

Tsk.

Her table manners when it comes to eating were really not commendable.

Fu Yisi abruptly turned on the room's overhead light, and the sudden bright light made Ji Sang squint in discomfort, pausing her eating.

"What's wrong?"

While speaking, Ji Sang absentmindedly licked the corner of her lip, which under the illumination of the light, shimmered enticingly. This unconscious gesture was full of allure.

Fu Yisi: ...

The man coughed lightly and averted his gaze, gently taking Ji Sang's left hand which was hooked up to an IV.

Feeling the coldness on her hand, Ji Sang reflexively shrank back but was firmly gripped by the man.

"Don't move."

His voice, somehow, had turned hoarse and deep, lacking its previous coldness. Ji Sang was still squinting slightly at this time, so she was extra sensitive to his voice.

Abstinent yet enticing.

These words, which should be opposites, she wanted to use to describe Fu Yisi's voice at this moment.

The man moved quickly, and before Ji Sang could feel much of anything, she saw that the needle had already been removed as she opened her eyes.

"Do I not need the IV anymore?"

Fu Yisi threw the pillow into the trash can and slightly lifted his chin.

"Drinking porridge is enough."

Only then did Ji Sang remember that she had indeed fainted from hunger, and with a stiff expression, she touched her nose uncomfortably.

Her gaze fell onto another bowl of porridge, and she focused intently,

"Have you not eaten yet?"

After saying this, Ji Sang frowned in annoyance. How could she have forgotten? Xiao Zhang had said that Fu Yisi had been in surgery since the afternoon; where would he have had the time to eat?