Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Fu Jichen put down his phone and gave her a reassuring look.

Shen Jianian quickly said, "Could you ask the doctor? I don’t think I need to be hospitalized."

"Didn’t you realize you had a fever yourself?"

Fu Jichen placed his palm on her forehead, feeling the heat higher than his own temperature. She had already received two drips while she was asleep and might not bring down the fever until later.

After returning home from the cemetery, Shen Jianian also felt her cheeks were a bit hot, thinking it was because they were swollen from being slapped, not realizing she was actually sick.

Probably because she had been in the cemetery for too long in the cold wind, and got caught in some rain, she caught a chill.

Fu Jichen looked at her bewildered expression, giving a slight chuckle, "I really don’t know how you’ve managed these past twenty years." She couldn’t take care of herself at all.

Shen Jianian could tell that he was concerned about her, even though his tone wasn’t very pleasant. So she didn’t argue back.

After twenty minutes or so, someone knocked on the door outside the ward; it should be the food delivery.

Fu Jichen went to open the door, taking the bags from the person outside.

From the gap in the open door, Shen Jianian saw the visitor was in a suit, Fu Jichen’s personal assistant, Song Fang. After delivering the items, he casually mentioned the schedule for the next morning to Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen gave him a few instructions, then closed the door, putting the food on the table.

"After dinner, you should go back and rest. I can manage on my own," Shen Jianian heard that he had many work commitments and a tight schedule, not wanting him to inconvenience himself in the ward.

The VIP ward provides a bed for the patient’s family, but that bed was too simple and plain for him. Given how busy he was, he should have a good environment to ensure his sleep quality.

"If you’re not at ease, you can let Aunt Cheng come to accompany me," Shen Jianian firmly believed that he wouldn’t leave her alone in the hospital, so she compromised a bit.

"Finished?" Fu Jichen raised the table board on the hospital bed, placed a bowl of porridge, and then shoved a spoon into her hand, "If you’re done talking, drink the porridge."

Shen Jianian paused, feeling her words were in vain.

The night was deep, and it was quiet inside and outside the ward.

As Shen Jianian sipped the porridge, she frequently glanced at Fu Jichen. He sat on the sofa not far away, in front of a white dining table, wearing a black shirt, with his cufflinks undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and two buttons of the collar unbuttoned, exuding a lazy and relaxed allure.

He ate with quiet movements, methodically and with extreme elegance.

Fu Jichen sensed her gaze, looked up, and met her clear eyes, "Is the porridge not good?"

A bowl of plain porridge, no matter how well cooked, couldn’t taste particularly good. Fu Jichen didn’t wait for her to reply, lifting a box of dishes and picking out the vegetables to place in her bowl, "Make do with this first, tomorrow Aunt Cheng will prepare something nourishing for you."

Shen Jianian looked at the few pieces of green vegetable leaves in her bowl, "That’s enough, you eat."

After Fu Jichen finished eating, he saw her still slowly drinking porridge, took his phone, went outside to make a call, and when he returned, the porridge in her bowl was empty. He put his phone back in his trouser pocket, tidied up the trash, and took it out to prevent it from lingering in the ward and causing a bad smell.

Shen Jianian, with nothing to do, watched his moving figure back and forth, thinking that this must be Young Master Fu’s first time caring for a patient by the bedside.

Even though he did it quite adeptly, to Shen Jianian, there was still a strong sense of incongruity.

Fu Jichen came back and locked the door behind him. From the bag, he took out toiletries, preparing to shower in the bathroom. Seeing her daydreaming, he smiled and asked, "Feeling bored?"

He unlocked his phone and handed it to her with a tone as if coaxing a child, "Your phone is at home, you can play with mine for a while."

Saying that, he took his things into the bathroom and closed the door, with the sound of the shower following.

Shen Jianian looked at the phone in her palm. He usually used this phone for private and office matters. It might contain some business secrets. She didn’t know what she could or couldn’t access, holding it like a hot potato.

In the end, she didn’t browse randomly, waiting for the phone to auto-lock, she placed it back on the bedside table and continued daydreaming.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom ceased, and after waiting a while, the door was pulled open from inside.

Fu Jichen came out, Song Fang probably hadn’t prepared pajamas for him. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, with some unwiped water droplets trailing over the contours of his waist and abdomen, disappearing into the edge of the towel. His hair, towel-dried but not completely dry, hung down in a thick, wet, slightly messy way.

Shen Jianian inadvertently glanced over, her sight seemingly scalded. Although it wasn’t the first time seeing him , she was still uneasy.

"I’m going to take a shower." She casually found an excuse, wanting to escape the awkward situation.

"With your knee injured, you shouldn’t bathe." Fu Jichen walked over, stopping her from getting out of bed.

As he got closer, the masculine scent swept over, enveloped in the steamy heat from his body. He hadn’t used body wash, and the fresh scent unique to him could be smelled.

Shen Jianian didn’t know where to look, her gaze wandering around, finally lowering her eyelashes, "No, I can’t fall asleep without a shower."

Fu Jichen found her almost poking her chin into her chest amusing, bending down to embrace her and heading towards the bathroom, "Then let’s make it a quick wash."

With her body suddenly suspended in the air, by the time Shen Jianian realized what was happening, she was securely cradled in his arms.

Her body clad in a hospital gown was tangibly pressed against his bare chest, a continuous warmth steaming her face red.

"Shen Jianian, are you embarrassed?" Fu Jichen’s teasing voice sounded above her head.

"Can you go out?" Shen Jianian purposefully ignored his words, "I can wash myself."

"The floor is full of water stains, what if you accidentally slip again?" Fu Jichen lowered his head, his deep, magnetic voice in her ear.

Shen Jianian glanced at the slippery tile floor, having slipped once, she felt anxious and said no more.

Fu Jichen, pleased with her compliance, slightly curled his thin lips, bent down to place her on a low stool, and turned on the shower to adjust the water temperature.

He had just showered, so the hot water came quickly.

He swiftly helped her shower without wetting her injured left knee. After finishing, Shen Jianian’s entire body felt like a boiled shrimp, red all over.

Fu Jichen placed the shower head back, exhaling slowly; his breathing heavy. His gaze towards her was no longer as clear as before, with obvious traces of fantasy.

Shen Jianian softly said, "You can go out now, I can brush my teeth and wash my face."

Fu Jichen didn’t insist, turned and left the bathroom, standing by the open door, said, "Call me if you need anything."

He walked to the sofa, picked up his trousers from the armrest, reaching into his pocket, took out the cigarette pack and lighter, and went to the balcony to light one up.

The first puff of smoke he drew deeply into his lungs, suppressing the restless urge coursing through his body.

Shen Jianian finished cleaning up and came out of the bathroom, not seeing Fu Jichen in the ward. The faint scent of tobacco wafted from the balcony.

She looked over, the man had his back to the ward, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers, the ember glowing faintly in the rainy night.

Fu Jichen smoked a cigarette thoughtfully, waiting a bit for the smoke to dissipate, closed the ventilated window, turned around to look at the person lying in the hospital bed.

"Ready to sleep?" Fu Jichen asked softly.

Shen Jianian wasn’t really sleepy, but with nothing else to do, she responded, "Mm, it’s late, you should rest early too."

She heard the footsteps heading towards the bathroom, then the sound of rinsing, and after a while, he came over, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down sideways on the bed.

Shen Jianian, initially with her back turned to him, was startled and turned her head, "Why aren’t you sleeping on the family bed?"

Fu Jichen reached out to turn off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Outside, it was raining, and moonlight didn’t filter in, only the faint glow of dim streetlights filtered through the rain, warm and yellow.

Having just smoked, his throat was hoarse from the tobacco, yet his reason sounded sound: "I’m afraid you’ll fall off the bed at night."

Being so close, Shen Jianian felt like she was lying in a furnace, her mind burning with no rational thought, took a while to argue back: "Isn’t it easier to fall this way?"

The bed in the VIP ward was slightly wide but couldn’t compare to the one at home, two people lying flat just reached the edge, turning over a bit would roll to the floor.

Hearing this, Fu Jichen’s long arm stretched over, encircling her slender waist, "I got you tied up, rest easy, you won’t fall."

Completely enveloped by him, Shen Jianian was almost suffocating from the closeness.