Zhuo Jian smiled, then lowered his head in disappointment.
Li Yuqing also lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
In fact, he had this uneasy suspicion when she came back.
Some things that seem to go well are often just an illusion.
Now the man who gave her a divorce agreement as soon as she returned to China is going to give her a grand wedding that is three years late.
The door was pushed open forcefully from the outside, and the two of them looked outside.
Fu Yanye was wearing a crisp black suit, as if he suddenly ran over from a very formal occasion.
Zhuo Jian was stunned when she saw him.
Fu Yanye didn't care when he saw Li Yuqing was there. He went directly to her bedside. After sitting down, he frowned and asked her, "What's the matter with you?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his tired appearance and didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "Didn't you say you were going out for a meeting?"
"You fainted during the live broadcast, how can I still have a meeting?"
How could he tell her that even when he was on a business trip, he had to watch the news hosted by her.
He hoped to receive a call as soon as possible when something happened to her, but he didn't.
It didn't matter what the meeting was, he asked the driver to turn around and come back quickly.
Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot, and she lowered her head and stopped looking at his naked and revealing eyes.
But she saw her hand being held tightly in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, there was a warmth that did not belong to him, spreading throughout his body.
"Since Mr. Fu is here, I will go back first."
Li Yuqing couldn't stand the subtle feeling between the two of them.
Fu Yanye said to Zhuo Jian: "Wait for me for a while."
When Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, he had already chased her away.
Li Yuqing stopped.
Outside the door, Fu Yanye looked at him deeply and seriously, "Thank you."
Li Yuqing smiled after hearing this: "It's not for you."
"I know! But she is the wife."
"Then remember to owe me a favor."
Li Yuqing thought for a while and left after finishing speaking.
Fu Yanye stood at the door and watched Li Yuqing go away before opening the door and going back.
Zhuo Jian heard him saying thank you to Li Yuqing inside, and she was also surprised. He always got angry when he saw Li Yuqing.
Fu Yanye sat back and asked her softly: "Are you feeling better now?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Fu Yanye held her hand tightly. In fact, he found that she was restless in the past two days. It seemed that Ruxiang's miscarriage had cast a shadow on her, but he was afraid that she would feel more uncomfortable if he mentioned it.
If I had known earlier, I would have mentioned it earlier.
"Ruxiang fell down the stairs on her own. She just wanted to see you like this."
Fu Yanye suddenly said to her.
When Zhuo Jian heard the word Ruxiang, his eyes moved, but she never looked at him.
She couldn't help but wonder, how would he feel if he knew that Lin Ruxiang had lied to him?
He has always been proud, thinking that nothing can escape his eyes.
Fu Yanye suddenly pulled her into his arms. Before Zhuo Jian could recover, she heard his worried voice of relief: "Jian Jian, if you are too depressed, let it out. Don't hold it back, okay?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him and asked him feebly: "You used to tell me not to be so pretentious, and you would complain about the smallest thing if you disliked me."
"Did I say that?"
Fu Yanye half-squinted his eyes, unsure.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian agreed.
"In the past, I was unable to teach you well. From now on, you can vent your anger."
Fu Yanye hugged her and said.
"Then, how to vent?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him in confusion, although she only saw his chin that made people want to lick it.
"Take you to play ball?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled unconsciously, this exercise was not suitable for her now.