Throughout the entire evening, Fu Yisi incessantly repeated the act of pushing the woman off him until, utterly unable to tolerate it any longer, he resignedly slept on the double sofa with a thin blanket.
The next day, Ji Sang woke up and habitually stretched her legs, then abruptly regained her awareness that she wasn't alone in bed and immediately withdrew them.
Blinking her slightly bleary eyes, Ji Sang noticed that Fu Yisi wasn't in bed and let out a sigh of relief.
That was a close call. If that kick really hit him, she wouldn't know what to do.
Just as Ji Sang was feeling relieved, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Yisi, fully dressed, came out. Shedding that silver-gray nightgown, he reverted back to his austere and ascetic doctor persona.
However... his skin was very pale, and the dark circles under his eyes rather pronounced.
Ji Sang frowned slightly. Did he not sleep well last night?
Without dwelling on it, Ji Sang got out of bed spryly, tidying up the sheets and duvet without a single crease before heading to the bathroom to wash up.
At breakfast, Ye Lin caught a glimpse of Fu Yisi's half-awake appearance and smiled teasingly.
"Ah Shang, did you sleep well last night?"
Ji Sang paused with her movement and nodded,
A good night's sleep without a single dream.
Fu Yisi, sitting aside, snorted coldly, which caused Ye Lin, who had a gossiping smile on her face, to narrow her eyes slightly. Was it not as she thought?
Ji Sang just lowered her head with a touch of embarrassment.
After breakfast, the two set out. Fu Yisi silently put the suitcases in the car and then sat in the driver's seat, his face showing cold indifference while watching his parents and that woman say goodbye.
Ye Lin looked at her son, who was unbearably tactless, in the car and patted Ji Sang's hand sympathetically,
"Ah Shang, Xiao Si may seem cold and reticent, but I know my son has a tender heart. Living with him, you'll have to take the initiative to communicate more."
Ji Sang curved her lips slightly. Based on what she knew about Fu Yisi, it wouldn't just be communication, it would probably be a monologue on her part.
After all, could it be called communication with just one or two words in response?
After bidding farewell to the elders, Ji Sang got into the car, and as soon as she fastened her seatbelt, the car sped off.
The journey was just as silent.
Upon arrival at the matrimonial home prepared by Ye Lin, Fu Yisi directly carried the suitcases to the master bedroom on the second floor, and Ji Sang lightly said "Thank you."
Fu Yisi, who was about to exit the doorway, suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, his brows furrowed as if pondering over what to say,
Ji Sang today was much more at ease. After spending a night together, living in the same room from now on wouldn't be a problem.
Fu Yisi, with hands in his pockets, stared at the oversized bed in the center of the room and coldly replied,
Such a big bed, he didn't believe she could still wind up clinging to him.
Having said that, he left.
There was still business to take care of at the hospital today.
As the sound of the door closing reached her, Ji Sang stopped unpacking and gently walked to the window, watching as Fu Yisi left, and let out a slight breath of relief.
Upon opening the wardrobe, she found a uniform collection of shirts and suits arranged neatly by color, each covered with a dust bag.
It seemed he rarely came back here over the last half year; the house must have been cleaned by someone his mother asked to come over last night.
Looking at the half-empty wardrobe, Ji Sang thought for a moment and then decided to place her clothes in it one by one. Since she had decided to marry Fu Yisi back then, she ought to be prepared to live with him. Moreover... the Fu Family was much easier to get along with than she had imagined; when she mentioned starting a half-year global trip after getting their marriage certificate and meal, they didn't hesitate to agree.
After finishing organizing, Ji Sang went down to the kitchen and checked, finding the fridge full of ingredients. She slightly arched an eyebrow, checking the time. It was time for lunch.
Ji Sang had developed the habit of cooking for herself after enduring hunger in the orphanage. That's what she thought back then—if she were ever to fall on hard times again, as long as there was a kitchen, she wouldn't starve.
During the half year of travel, she hardly had a chance to enter the kitchen. Now, faced with this spacious, bright, tidy kitchen with all its complete equipment, she naturally felt an itch to cook.
The kitchen happened to have ingredients.
So, Ji Sang took action. In no time, she prepared four dishes and a soup, just as the eight-treasure rice in the rice cooker was ready.
Gazing at the pleasing dishes, Ji Sang realized she couldn't possibly finish all this alone. Her delicate brows furrowed; she disliked waste. However, if she stored it in the fridge to eat in the evening, it would lose its original flavor.