The woman’s wrist was so slender and delicate, as if it had no bones. It looked like the slightest bend could snap it. There was hardly any flesh on her at all.
The man’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He seemed to dislike her looking like this—she seemed even more gaunt and lifeless.
Jiang Yin felt the scorching heat of his palm and trembled inside. She turned to look at him.
Her gaze met his icy one. “What are you pretending for? Are you sulking at me because you’re angry that Sang He and I are together?”
To him, her feeling unwell was an act. When someone doesn’t love you, even if you hang yourself, he’ll think you’re just playing make-believe.
“Fu Yunchuan…” Jiang Yin was truly exhausted. Looking at him, she felt utterly powerless.
She drew a deep breath. “I’m not that childish. Let go.”
“Heh.” Fu Yunchuan released her hand. “You’re Hehe’s doctor now. You need to take good care of her pregnancy.”
The instant he let go, Jiang Yin’s strength seemed to drain away. The whole world swayed; her head spun, and her limbs went limp. She pitched forward.
She landed squarely in Fu Yunchuan’s arms. His chest was hard and broad, and warm, too—a solid shelter from the storm, but not hers.
“Throwing yourself into my arms?” Fu Yunchuan looked down and pushed her away. “And you still say you’re not upset that I made Hehe public?”
“Hehe’s condition is special, so she needs careful attention. Tell me everything: what she can and can’t do, what she can and can’t eat.”
Jiang Yin smiled bitterly and instinctively touched her own belly. Her heart felt as if it were being cut to pieces. “Do you care that much about her and the baby she’s carrying?”
“Of course,” Fu Yunchuan said. “Tell me, and I’ll let you rest.”
A moment later, he added, “Hehe’s situation can’t wait.”
Jiang Yin understood at once. So Fu Yunchuan was home today specifically to wait for her to come back and teach him about pregnancy!
She really didn’t feel well and didn’t want to keep going back and forth with Fu Yunchuan.
In a weak voice, she explained the stages of pregnancy and the precautions to take.
The man held a pen and notebook, carefully writing everything down, word for word. Every note was full of care and concern.
Jiang Yin watched him. His profile was finely sculpted, his features intent with concentration. They said a man was most handsome when he was focused, but his focus wasn’t for her…
Her eyes began to sting as bitterness rose inside her. He could go to such lengths for Sang He, yet even when Jiang Yin felt like she was dying, he thought she was faking it.
She increasingly felt that this marriage was nothing but a joke.
As long as she held on to the title of Madam Fu, she would only end up becoming a joke herself.
If she divorced him, she could still get a substantial compensation payment—enough to cover her mother’s medical expenses for a while.
Rather than be arrogantly driven out of the Fu home by him and Sang He one day, she would take the initiative herself.
“That’s about it.” As soon as Jiang Yin finished, he put away his fountain pen, closed the notebook, and stood up to leave.
She guessed he was in a hurry to go find Sang He.
Jiang Yin turned away, closed her eyes, and clenched her fists, summoning all her resolve. “Fu Yunchuan, let’s get a divorce.”
Despair and bitterness filled her voice.
The man’s long stride toward the door came to an abrupt halt.
He turned back to look at her pale face. “Jiang Yin, what’s the point? There’s no fun in playing these jealousy games and pretending to push me away once you’ve done it too many times.”
Outside, darkness had fallen. Mist shrouded the entire courtyard like a veil of shadow. Jiang Yin said quietly, “I’m not joking with you.”