After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 351 - 248: Estrangement_2

Chapter 351: Chapter 248: Estrangement_2

He had painted many plaster female models.

But when he put his pen to paper, only when painting Tang Xi did his fingers slightly tremble.

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Tang Xi got off work the next evening and hesitated before deciding to visit Fu Yunye at the hospital.

She didn’t come empty-handed and bought a fruit basket at the fruit shop downstairs in the hospital.

When she arrived at the ward, Fu Yunye was receiving an IV infusion.

Xiao Gu was not there; he tried to get out of bed when he saw Tang Xi coming from the doorway, "You should lie down, the doctor said you need to rest."

Fu Yunye stared at Tang Xi for a moment.

It seemed he did not expect Tang Xi to actually come.

He sat up straight, "Where’s Xiao Gu?"

Tang Xi, "She’s your caretaker, not mine..."

Her words made sense, and Fu Yunye did not argue. The man, supporting himself with one hand on the bed, was putting on his shoes. Tang Xi stood next to him, pressing down on his shoulder, "What are you doing? The doctor said it’s best for you to stay off your feet right now."

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

Tang Xi flushed in realization.

She released her hand, clearing her throat.

"Um..."

Fu Yunye stood up, slowly and clumsily trying to sit in his wheelchair.

His palm struggled against the bed, bending the IV needle on the back of his hand.

Tang Xi quickly supported his arm, using her shoulder against his chest to help him sit in the wheelchair.

This seemed like something Fu Yunye did not want to face: his prominent family background, his handsome appearance, but he was a disabled person.

His legs...

And what made it even harder for him to face right now was.

He needed Tang Xi’s help.

From the bed to the wheelchair, such a simple task, yet he needed someone’s support.

And that someone was Tang Xi.

The man’s expression was dark and cold, like a gloomy cloud capable of dripping rain at any moment.

He was interested in Tang Xi, he couldn’t deny.

And Tang Xi was Fu Tingzhou’s ex-wife, which was one reason why he was interested in her.

Fu Yunye’s voice was hoarse as he pushed Tang Xi away, "I don’t need your help."

Then, the man single-handedly removed the IV needle from the back of his hand and wheeled himself to the restroom.

"Your hand..." Tang Xi bit her lip.

She recalled the rough way Fu Yunye had just torn off the IV needle.

Blood instantly flowed from the needle site on the back of his hand.

Dripping steadily onto the pristine white tiles.

And the IV bag’s needle continued to leak medicine.

Tang Xi opened her mouth, had she... done something wrong just now?

She only wanted to help him.

Or perhaps Fu Yunye did not want to see her.

She left the ward, slowly closing the door.

Maybe treat it as if the patient had just woken up, feeling irritable and needing to vent.

Tang Xi made a trip to the nurse’s station, informing the nurse that patient in bed 06 needed a new IV infusion.

"Doctor Tang, you’re here," Xiao Gu, carrying things, walked over.

Tang Xi looked at her, "Where have you been? It’s best not to leave the person taking care of Fu Yunye alone."

Xiao Gu said, "I went to buy some daily necessities for Mr. Yun, Doctor Tang are you leaving now? Let me walk you to the elevator." She then led Tang Xi towards the elevator.

Tang Xi waved her hand, "No need, you better go back and take care of Fu Yunye."

Xiao Gu thoughtfully escorted her into the elevator, "If Mr. Yun knew you came to see him, he would be really happy. When he woke up yesterday, I told him you had visited, and he was quite pleased."

Tang Xi, "Um... I think he probably doesn’t want to see me."

Speaking, she smiled faintly, "You better go back. Take good care of him and call me if anything happens."

"Miss Tang... I want to say something, please don’t be upset. I’ve been by Mr. Yun’s side for several years, taking care of his diet and daily life. His legs are unable to walk, and he has always been in a wheelchair, becoming increasingly detached and morose over the years. Actually, he used to be very cheerful... but... he’s been through too much, and his mindset has changed a lot. He now likes to lock himself in the painting studio all day, using painting as a way to distract himself from his inner pressures and vent his emotions."

"Since coming to this island with him, I haven’t made other friends here. The person I can really talk to, the one who comes to see him at home, is only you. Honestly, every time he’s not feeling well and you come over to consult, he’s very happy... although he doesn’t show it, I can feel his mood changing."