Chapter 253 Daddy and Mommy's Misunderstanding Solved
Wen Jiujiu's body stiffened for a moment, and she looked down at Fu Sichen.
He was drunk, his brows were furrowed, and his eyelashes looked moist.
After looking at it for a while, Wen Jiujiu finally sighed.
She pulled Fu Sichen's hand away, then cleaned him up, took a towel and briefly wiped his body, and changed into clean clothes.
After Wen Jiujiu took care of everything, he planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, Fu Sichen held her hand again in a daze, pulled hard, and hugged her from behind.
"Jiujiu, don't leave me, don't go, okay..."
He frowned even more tightly, looking very uncomfortable.
"I was wrong, and I apologize to you. I know I was wrong, and I regret it. I have regretted it for five years...I may regret it for the rest of my life."
"...Jiujiu, don't go, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you..."
"Hit me, scold me..."
"But... please, don't go..."
He murmured, his voice gradually becoming blurry.
Wen Jiujiu couldn't walk anymore. She looked back at Fu Sichen on the bed. He was still frowning.
She stretched out her hand to rub it, but she didn't see him relaxing his brow.
He looked very painful.
Although he was such an older man, he seemed to be completely insecure at this time, hugging her tightly and refusing to let go.
Wen Jiujiu asked in a low voice, "Do you really regret it?"
Do you know I'm sorry for the children?
"I regret it..." Fu Sichen murmured, "There is not a single moment that I don't regret... I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for the children..."
After finishing speaking, Fu Sichen became quiet again.
Wen Jiujiu didn't ask any more questions. He just felt his nose was sore and uncomfortable, and tears fell down.
If only I had known this earlier.
She looked at Fu Sichen, who was hugging her waist tightly, and was suddenly pulled to lie on the bed, just looking at him face to face.
The mood is extremely complicated.
Wen Jiujiu tried her best but couldn't push Fu Sichen away. She had been tired these past few days, so she fell asleep unknowingly as she watched.
By the time I opened my eyes again after warming up the wine, it was already the morning of the next day.
On the opposite side, Fu Sichen had also woken up. He was looking at her, his brows still slightly wrinkled, as if he had a headache, "I'm hallucinating again."
Fu Sichen laughed to himself.
Wenjiujiu: "..."
Did he think she was an illusion?
"Jiujiu, this is a dream. If it were reality, how could you be in front of me?"
Fu Sichen chuckled, moved forward, put his hands in his arms, and hugged her tightly.
"Is this dream so real because I drank too much? If I could see you after drinking too much, I could drink myself to death."
Wenjiujiu: "..."
She was stiffened by the hug, and her body didn't move.
"Jiujiu, I'm sorry. Not a day goes by that I don't regret. I regret all the words I have said that have hurt you and the children. I know that even if I die ten thousand times, I can't make up for it."
"I'm afraid of hurting you again. I want to tell you that Lin Rourou and I have never been in love. I want to tell you that she has never been pregnant with my child. That child is not mine."
"The year I left when you were pregnant, I was always recovering from my injuries and I never did anything to feel sorry for you."
"Although I have hurt you with words, and although I did not help you when you fell, I always thought that nothing would happen to you. There are so many servants in the house..."
"I know, it's too late to say anything, and it's like sophistry."
Fu Sichen leaned close to Wen Jiujiu's ear, his voice hoarse.
He smiled self-deprecatingly and closed his eyes, "Only in my dreams can I dare to say this to you."