After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 224 - 172: Forget All About It

Chapter 224: Chapter 172: Forget All About It

The afternoon dragged on slowly; Tang Xi picked up a book and sat by the bed to read.

Fu Tingzhou wanted to get out of bed, but Tang Xi stopped him.

"What are you trying to do? The doctor said you should rest as much as possible these days."

Fu Tingzhou lifted his chin, pointing in the direction of the restroom.

Tang Xi paused, then her face reddened slightly. She stood up, "Then I... I’ll go find a nurse, or maybe a male assistant..."

Fu Tingzhou held onto her hand without letting go.

Tang Xi looked down, seeing his firm grip on her hand. Her voice was a bit tense, "Then..."

Fu Tingzhou flipped the blanket off and got out of bed; his legs were fine, but his sternum was fractured, which made movements like turning over slow. The main issue was the head injury. Head trauma could be minor or severe; Tang Xi watched him endure the pain of dizziness, raising her hand to support his arm.

A faint smile curved the corners of Fu Tingzhou’s lips.

In the restroom.

Tang Xi listened to the sound of water next to her ear, her entire face flushing red. She kept her eyes tightly shut, too embarrassed to open them until Fu Tingzhou said he was done. Even then, Tang Xi didn’t dare to open her eyes. One of his hands was fractured, and the other was hooked up to various tubes, making it difficult for him to dress. With a flushed face, Tang Xi fumbled, helping him fasten the buttons on his pants.

Tang Xi held her breath, her fingers trembling.

Fu Tingzhou noticed the faint pink at the tips of the woman’s ears and the shyness on her face, deepening the arc of his smile. He lowered his head, his breath falling on the woman’s face, "We’ve slept together so many times, are you still too shy to look? Hmm?"

His husky, seductive voice lifted at the end.

Tang Xi shivered all over.

She wanted to take a step back, "You..." She stuttered the words, afraid to open her eyes, but when she felt the man’s face coming closer within five centimeters of her own, Tang Xi suddenly opened her eyes wide.

The woman’s eyelashes trembled.

Suddenly, an intense and scorching breath pressed over, and in that instant, Fu Tingzhou kissed her lips.

He pressed her against the door.

His lips carefully traced the shape of hers, her lips soft, his burning hot.

Their breaths intertwined.

Tang Xi tried to struggle but was afraid of touching his injured arm.

Outside, the sound of a door opening echoed, as if someone had come in. Guan Yue came to deliver a sealed document that needed Fu Tingzhou’s personal attention. Seeing no one in the ward, Guan Yue scanned the room, ready to leave. The document was important, so Guan Yue didn’t dare to leave it behind lightly, holding it tightly in her hand. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly heard faint moans coming from the direction of the restroom.

With sharp ears and keen eyes, Guan Yue, having been Fu Tingzhou’s assistant for many years, understood the situation in an instant.

She immediately turned and left the ward.

At the entrance of the ward, a nurse was pushing a medicine cart towards them, but Guan Yue stopped her, "Please wait a moment."

About ten minutes or so passed, and Guan Yue coughed before knocking on the door and entering, "Mr. Fu, the nurse is here to change your dressing."

Fu Tingzhou and Tang Xi walked out of the restroom, the man with a triumphant and pleased smile on his lips, while Tang Xi, with flushed face, lowered her head and clenched her fingers tightly.

Tang Xi stayed there until about eight o’clock in the evening before leaving.

These days, Tang Xi spent the daytime in the hospital and Nie Xiaoyun picked her up in the evening to return to Qingfeng Garden.

This continued for about a week until Fu Tingzhou’s injury started to heal. However, the doctor suggested staying in the hospital for another week for observation.

After all, the injury was to the head, and the intracranial pressure was still not stable.

Busy dealing with company affairs, Fu Tingzhou had turned the hospital room into a small office area. When Tang Xi came in with lunch, she saw Fu Tingzhou sitting on the sofa, having a video conference on his laptop.

Tang Xi quietly walked over, placed the thermal jar on the coffee table, bent down, and served the food from inside.

She didn’t hand him the tableware until Fu Tingzhou finished his meeting and shut down his computer.

In these past few days, their interactions had grown much more harmonious.

She would cook meals and bring them over, supply him with fresh clothes to change into, as if they were truly a normal couple—where the husband had fallen ill, and the wife came to take care of him.

But Tang Xi never allowed herself to sink into it; everything was just an appearance.

An appearance she crafted before Fu Tingzhou.

It was a calm before the impending storm.

But Fu Tingzhou really liked this period of time; peaceful and wonderful, the woman in front of him was no longer the icy obedient one that followed his lead, but rather seemed to have a vibrant soul. It was as if he was back to the first time he visited the Su Family and met Tang Xi with the same demeanor.

Inside the thermal jar was chicken soup, which Tang Xi had set to stew in a clay pot the night before sleep, timing it perfectly. Upon awakening in the morning, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of chicken soup.

Fu Tingzhou poured two bowls, offering one to Tang Xi.

Tang Xi said she had already had some.

Fu Tingzhou still insisted that she eat with him. He stared at her pale, delicate chin—she was too thin, and should eat more.

Tang Xi sat to the side until he finished eating, then quietly cleared the tableware.

Fu Tingzhou took the initiative to bring up the recent car accident. Tang Xi’s fingers tensed, she didn’t dare to lift her head, but she held her breath. Hearing Fu Tingzhou mentioning the Xu Family, she clenched her teeth, and then heard Fu Tingzhou say that the incident was unrelated to the Xu Family.

Tang Xi paused, blinked her eyes, and looked up at Fu Tingzhou, waiting for what he would say next.

"I’ve found the perpetrator; it has nothing to do with the Xu Family," Fu Tingzhou watched Tang Xi’s face intently. "Hearing that it wasn’t the Xu Family’s doing, are you happy?"

Tang Xi raised her hand and poked on the man’s injured arm.

It seemed she poked his sore spot; the man frowned but then was taken aback by the sly smile on her lips. He paused, grabbed her hand, and his voice became much gentler.

"Xu Yiran has gone abroad. You won’t meet him again. Tang Xi, forget all this."

"Fu Tingzhou, you’re always like this, so presumptuous," Tang Xi’s throat felt dry; she found the man ludicrous, always assuming she liked Xu Yiran, always imagining that she desired to be with Xu Yiran.

But her feelings towards Xu Yiran were ones of guilt and gratitude; she saw him as an elder brother, a friend.

However, no matter how much she explained, the seeds of suspicion were already planted deep in Fu Tingzhou’s heart.

The truth was, the person she liked, had always been him.

Tang Xi sat on the sofa, looking at Fu Tingzhou. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her throat choked up again. At this point, whether or not she liked him held no significance, and she complied by leaning into his embrace and nodded.

She closed her eyes, tired.

It was ending, everything was going to end.

Fu Tingzhou’s chin gently rested on the woman’s forehead, "Tang Xi, let’s have a child."

He distinctly felt the woman shiver underneath his touch.

The tremble was especially noticeable in his arms.

But Tang Xi still nodded her head, agreeing to his request. This made Fu Tingzhou ecstatic, but as a man who was always so cool and composed, even in his joy, he did not show it overtly, simply holding her more tightly in his arms.

If they had a child of their own, maybe Tang Xi would stay by his side forever.

Fu Tingzhou thought selfishly in his heart, he wanted to use a child to tie her down.