Chapter 79: Chapter 79
After drinking half a glass of strong liquor, the catalysis of alcohol caused her to quickly fall into a deep sleep.
Fu Yinli slowly withdrew himself.
He sat at the edge of the bed, gently brushing aside a lock of hair from her forehead with his fingertip, then leaned down to kiss her brow.
"Lili..." she murmured in her sleep.
Fu Yinli watched her silently, his deep, compelling eyes filled with tenderness and desire.
After tucking the blanket securely around her, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and got up to leave the bedroom.
It was late at night, and the entire Jing Garden was silent except for the sound of insects chirping.
Housekeeper Zhao approached with a medical kit in hand, crouching in front of him to tend to his wound.
The wound was a bit deep, located at the base of his left thumb. When the disinfectant alcohol was poured on, he didn’t flinch, continuing to smoke, letting the smoke invade his lungs and numb his nerves.
Just then, the phone rang.
He put out the cigarette and answered the call with one hand.
Xiao Li’s voice came through: "President Fu, the person who harassed Miss Su is a relative of the Shao Family, Secretary Shao’s uncle. He has already been sent to the hospital..."
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"Tell Shao Ming to give me a satisfactory answer." With that, Fu Yinli ended the call.
Housekeeper Zhao finally wrapped his wound with gauze, then advised from the side, "Sir, try to avoid getting the wound wet."
Having been by his side for so many years, handling numerous wounds both big and small, every danger he faced was brought by the Fu Family. But this time, how did it get involved with the Shao Family?
He didn’t question further, tidied up the medical kit, and left.
Not long after the person left, Fu Yinli lit another cigarette.
Years of habit had cultivated an addiction to cigarettes, especially when in a foul mood. His addiction would be particularly strong, but he rarely showed his emotions, making it difficult for outsiders to guess what he was thinking.
Early the next morning, Su Lingzhi awoke from her sleep, her head pounding heavily.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a blurry wall of flesh, her nose filled with his faint tobacco scent. She froze, not daring to move, afraid of waking him.
The scene of him hitting someone last night flashed through her mind. Due to her intoxication, she couldn’t clearly remember what she said or did after returning to Jing Garden.
She vaguely remembered clinging to him, unable to stop crying.
Su Lingzhi raised her head slightly, looking at him with a worried expression, her thoughts gradually becoming clearer.
"Awake?" His deep voice carried a hint of lethargy.
Su Lingzhi didn’t respond, continuing to stare at him.
Fu Yinli met her slightly swollen eyes, his hand moving under the covers, pulling her closer to him suddenly.
Soon, her lips were captured by his, and he held her chin tightly, kissing her passionately.
Even though it had only been four or five days since they last saw each other, the desire he felt for her hadn’t diminished in the slightest. Especially after what happened last night, he wished he could hide her in his heart where no one else could covet her.
Su Lingzhi was forced to endure his burning kiss, her entire body wrapped around him with no space to retreat.
A soft moan escaped, making Fu Yinli kiss her even more fervently. Su Lingzhi felt as if she might drown in his deep kiss.
The mumbled voice emerged, causing Su Lingzhi’s face to instantly flush red.
Lovers in love sharing a bed would inevitably get carried away, but, even when deeply in love, he couldn’t bear to touch her.
Each time, he would let her handle it by hand.
Knowing her physical condition, unable to bear demanding it of her, yet they still tormented each other, she really didn’t know how to judge him.
Suddenly her mind flashed back to the last time she lost a game of Go and kissed him.
Su Lingzhi suddenly hid in his embrace, not wanting him to see her awkwardness.
After washing up, it was already nine o’clock. Su Lingzhi took hold of his left hand, feeling the damp gauze on it, "The wound got wet, let Uncle Zhao help you treat it."
Su Lingzhi frowned deeply, pulling his hand and walking out of the bathroom.
They woke up late today, the maid had already prepared breakfast and kept it warm in the kitchen, just waiting for them to eat, "Sir, Miss, breakfast is ready."
"Leave it for now," Su Lingzhi responded while leading Fu Yinli to sit on the sofa.
She squinted her eyes, taking off the gauze on his hand, her vision still somewhat foggy, but today it seemed slightly better than the past few days.
Fu Yinli stared at her meticulous actions, his eyes suddenly sharp, "You can see?"
Upon hearing this, Su Lingzhi paused her actions, slowly lifted her head to look at his face.
By now, there was no point in hiding it, she replied, "I can see light, but not clearly, probably worse than highly myopic people."
"When did this happen?"
His voice suddenly turned grave, and even though she couldn’t clearly see his expression, she could feel the pressure emanating from him.
Su Lingzhi couldn’t withstand such questioning, feeling as if she had committed a great mistake.
"You don’t tell me anything, like inheriting the Fu Group is such a celebratory thing, yet you refuse to share it with me. Why should I have to tell you everything?"
Fu Yinli furrowed his brows, his dark eyes fixed on her, "Can these two things even be compared?"
"Keeping it from me, do you find it amusing to see me being led around in circles by you?"
"That’s not what I meant." Su Lingzhi’s brow creased tightly, feeling extremely wronged.
Fu Yinli looked at her with a complex expression, his heart a jumble of emotions, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to be harsh with her, his tone softened, "Zhizhi, there shouldn’t be any deception between us."
"Clearly, you were the one who trapped me first. I haven’t done anything to you, so why is it called ’deception’?" Su Lingzhi replied reluctantly.
The atmosphere between them suddenly grew tense.
Su Lingzhi hadn’t intended to argue with him; it was he who spoke so harshly.
Housekeeper Zhao entered and saw them in the middle of a conflict, unsure whether to stay or discreetly leave.
In the standoff, he spoke up to ease the tension, "Sir, it’s time to change your bandage."
With those words, Su Lingzhi’s resentment toward him lessened somewhat, and she pouted as she looked down at his wound.
She couldn’t see clearly whether the injury was serious.
Still, she broke the ice, covering his hand, and gently blew on his wound, "Does it hurt?"
Her caring tone was full of a desire to please.
Fu Yinli was at a loss with her, but the issues between them couldn’t be so easily resolved.
He understood that her vision loss could impact her mental state, that being home healing alone could lead to sensitivity and overthinking. But she should never have concealed the state of her eyes from him.
"There’s nothing more important than your eyes. You shouldn’t hide your situation from me just out of spite."
"Got it." The tone sounded compliant but still carried a hint of defiance.