Haven’t Hugged You in Days

Fu Hanchuan stood up and left the lounge.

It was about time for him to wait at the entrance of the operating room.

Sheng Xiangsi silently followed behind him.

"Hanchuan." Yao Leyi got up from the bench and took Fu Hanchuan's arm. "Sit down quickly, your leg can't get too tired."

"Okay."

A few steps away, Sheng Xiangsi quietly watched them, feeling a surreal sense of unreality.

This selfish and calculating Yao Leyi had once risked her life to save the Fu brothers when she was young...

Fu Hanchuan said that Fu Hanjiang treated Yao Leyi out of gratitude.

Sheng Xiangsi suddenly wondered, what about Fu Hanchuan? Was his affection for Yao Leyi more about love, or was it also gratitude?

Or perhaps, was it a love born out of gratitude?

...

Daylight brightened.

Fu Hanjiang frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

His arm felt heavy, and when he looked down, he saw Sheng Xiangsi holding his arm, asleep at the bedside.

Her long hair draped softly over her shoulder, smooth and dark.

Fu Hanjiang's Adam's apple bobbed, and a part of his heart suddenly softened.

Sheng Xiangsi, who was already a light sleeper, seemed to sense something and lifted her head, propping herself up on her arm.

"Awake?" Fu Hanjiang looked at her with a faint smile. "You've drooled, haven't you wiped it off?"

Huh?

Sheng Xiangsi was stunned, her face instantly turning red as she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe. Then she froze. There wasn't any drool.

She frowned and glared at him. "Is this fun for you?"

"Ha... I didn't think you'd be so easily fooled." Fu Hanjiang chuckled.

Sheng Xiangsi tried to pull her hand away, but Fu Hanjiang held on tight. "I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't go, Xiangsi... stay with me!"

What could Sheng Xiangsi do? She had to comply. This man was crazy enough to send himself back into surgery.

"I'm not leaving."

Sheng Xiangsi pointed at the IV bottle. "It's almost finished. I'll call the nurse to disconnect it."

Air entering the IV line was no joke.

"Oh."

With no choice, Fu Hanjiang let go of her.

Sheng Xiangsi got up and left the ward, returning shortly with a nurse and a caretaker.

The nurse came over to disconnect the IV, while the caretaker brought food.

After the nurse left, Sheng Xiangsi brought a bowl over, stirring with a spoon. "It's fish maw chicken soup, the chicken is cooked until very tender, and I shredded the meat. You can eat some... and drink some soup."

She scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Fu Hanjiang's lips.

"It's not hot anymore, drink up."

Fu Hanjiang obediently opened his mouth, his eyes smiling. "It's delicious."

"Have some meat too."

Sheng Xiangsi used chopsticks to pick up some shredded chicken and put it on the spoon, feeding it to him. Fu Hanjiang ate everything, his smile deepening.

"Xiangs, I'm really happy."

This time when he woke up, Xiangsi wasn't giving him the cold shoulder anymore.

"If I'd known that going into surgery would stop you from being mad, I would've done it sooner."

Sheng Xiangsi paused her fingers before continuing to feed him. "Finish eating before it gets cold."

"Okay."

Being taken care of by her, Fu Hanjiang was elated.

A woman's jealousy was indeed deadly! With Xiangsi acting like this, how could she deny that she liked him? She clearly liked him, liked him a lot!

He believed it wouldn't be long before he completely replaced Zhong Pei in her heart, erasing all traces of that guy.

After feeding Fu Hanjiang, Sheng Xiangsi went to the dining hall to eat.

Compared to Fu Hanjiang's patient diet, her meal was much more sumptuous. After eating and drinking her fill, she returned to the bedside, where Fu Hanjiang craned his neck, almost turning into a "waiting-for-wife" stone statue.

"Xiangs, are you full?"

"Yes."

Sheng Xiangsi nodded and walked to the sofa.

Fu Hanjiang frowned. Was she going to sleep on the sofa again?

However, Sheng Xiangsi quickly returned, carrying a pillow—her pillow.

Wearing indoor slippers, she walked in small steps to the bedside, placed the pillow next to Fu Hanjiang's, and then carefully lay down.

She looked up at him. "Did I touch your wound?"

"...No!" Fu Hanjiang snapped back to his senses, answering loudly and clearly.

"That's good."

Sheng Xiangsi reached for the remote on the bedside table. There was a TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed. What else could they do if not watch TV?

"What do you want to watch?" Sheng Xiangsi asked him. Since they were watching together, she had to ask his preference.

"Anything."

Even on ordinary days, Fu Hanjiang always went along with Xiangsi, let alone now when he was overjoyed.

"Choose whatever you like. I'll watch with you."

"Okay."

Sheng Xiangsi held the remote and switched channels, finally settling on a lively variety show.

"This one will do."

Her mind was a mess; she couldn't focus on serious shows or programs.

"Okay."

Fu Hanjiang agreed, carefully moving his body until he finally pulled Sheng Xiangsi into his arms.

Sheng Xiangsi was startled, her body tensing up immediately. "Be careful, your wound might split open again."

"It won't." Fu Hanjiang held her tight. "I just want to hold you."

He sounded a bit aggrieved. "I haven't hugged you in days."

Sheng Xiangsi could only let him be. She had guessed this when she lay down.

Seeing her being so accommodating, Fu Hanjiang's heart softened even more, and he became bolder, rubbing his cheek against hers.

Feeling it wasn't enough, he rubbed again.

"Tsk." Sheng Xiangsi got annoyed. "If you keep acting up, I'll leave."

"Don't!"

Fu Hanjiang tightened his grip, explaining aggrievedly, "I'm not acting up. I just miss you."

Sheng Xiangsi glanced at him meaningfully.

"You better hold back. If you act up now... later on, it'll be your own fault for being in pain. Why should I suffer with you?"

Fu Hanjiang:...

She was disgusted with him!

"Xiangs."

Fu Hanjiang immediately reassured her, "Just wait a bit longer. My wound will heal soon, and I won't make you suffer for long."

For Xiangsi, he would endure for now.

Finally, he behaved.

...

Fu Hanjiang was young and had a good constitution, recovering quickly. Five peaceful days passed, and his wound healed well.

However, because the wound had split open once, it was likely to leave scars.

While changing his clothes, Sheng Xiangsi muttered to herself.

"What are you worried about?" Fu Hanjiang didn't mind. "It's just a scar. Will you despise me?"

Sheng Xiangsi paused, then shook her head.

She suddenly remembered the mottled scars on his back. For him, scars were really nothing.

And those scars on his back, how did they come about? Could they be related to the kidnapping incident when he was young?

...

Night fell.

Fu Hanchuan sat in the car, preparing to visit Fu Hanjiang at the hospital.

Tonight, he was alone. Fu Mingzhu was feeling unwell, and Yao Leyi was staying home with the old lady.

As the car passed through an intersection, suddenly, a figure rushed out.

With a screech, Chen Zhong slammed on the brakes!

Damn, they hit someone!

Fu Hanchuan frowned. "Qi Si, go and check."

"Yes!"

Qi Si and Chen Zhong got out of the car. Soon, Qi Si came back carrying someone, and Chen Zhong opened the car door for him.

Fu Hanchuan frowned. "Is the injury serious?"

"Young Master, look at who she is."

Qi Si bent down and placed the person on the seat next to Fu Hanchuan. When Fu Hanchuan turned to look, he saw that it was a woman.

"Who is it?"