Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 191: 165: There Seems to Be a Very Handsome Young Man

Chapter 191: Chapter 165: There Seems to Be a Very Handsome Young Man

Lu Ming looked deeply at Ji Sang, his brows furrowing upon noticing the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Silence began to spread across the office. Ji Sang didn’t speak, just sitting there, waiting for Lu Ming’s response.

Just when she thought she would never get an answer, Lu Ming suddenly turned his head to look out the window, his gaze distant.

“For someone.”

Ji Sang’s eyes and eyebrows twitched slightly, and she carefully asked,

“…Who?”

Lu Ming smiled faintly, stood up, walked to the window, but did not answer.

However, this was the first time Ji Sang saw such a despondent Lu Ming.

For whom?

Seeing Lu Ming’s expression, it seemed the person he did this for must have been a victim during some unknown event years ago.

A missing child?

Even though Ji Sang knew her questions might involve private matters, she couldn’t suppress her desire to seek the truth.

She desperately wanted to know about what happened back then.

She also desperately wanted to know why Lu Ming was investigating this matter and… what he had discovered.

“Deputy…”

Ji Sang barely started, when Lu Ming raised his hand, signaling her to stop.

“Don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about it now.”

Ji Sang lowered her gaze.

She knew she was pushing him too hard.

Lu Ming turned around, seeing Ji Sang so serious and earnest, and linking this to her concern for the orphanage, he could guess that maybe Ji Sang had some complicated connection with Tianxin Orphanage.

“Be careful when you investigate.”

He always felt a force in the shadows hindering his progress.

…

After returning from the television station, Ji Sang seemed somewhat preoccupied. Ye Lin had arranged to meet up with some friends today, and since Ji Sang had an appointment with Chang Li, Ye Lin didn’t bring her along.

Returning to Fu Mansion, Ji Sang went straight upstairs.

Besides the study exclusively used by Fu Jue, Fu Yisi also had a small study connected to his room, though it hadn’t been used for a long time, and the door was always closed.

Ji Sang only discovered it a few days ago when she was lying bored at home.

The study was very tidy, evidently always cleaned regularly.

Ji Sang brought a brand new notebook and pen and, sitting on the small sofa by the bed, began to write down every detail she could remember.

“Stayed in the dark room with Xiao Feng, for at least more than two days.”

“One night it rained heavily with loud thunder and bright lightning; there seemed to be the sound of an argument.”

“There were many people in formal attire, probably when Auntie Reporter sneaked in.”

“Auntie Reporter’s voice was pleasant, she had a… floral scent? Don’t remember exactly.”

“Auntie Reporter had a mini camera hidden in her sleeve.”

“In the kitchen, there was only one middle-aged man as the head chef, but his wife was very fierce.”

“The principal hardly appeared, almost no impression of him.”

“I had a very high fever.”

“One day before returning to Ji Family’s home, I was placed in a separate room with no other children.”

“Auntie Reporter… let us down.”

“On the day I left, all the kids were in the yard, eating snacks their parents brought, only Xiao Feng refused to eat.”

“Every month, one buddy would be taken away, and each month a new buddy would arrive.”

“There seemed to be a very handsome big brother.”

“…”

At this point, Ji Sang put down the pen in her hand.

Her head hurt too much, she couldn’t think of anything else, nor could she write anymore.

Casually placing the notebook on the small round table, Ji Sang wrapped herself in a blanket and fell asleep on the sofa.

Ji Sang did not sleep well.

Ever since encountering Cheng Jianwen at the hospital and hearing his strange words, she has been having nightmares every night.

Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night, and Fu Yisi would hold her in his arms and continue to coax her to sleep.

Sometimes she would have chaotic, dark dreams until dawn.

By that time, Fu Yisi had already gone to work, and though the world was bright, Ji Sang still felt everything was blurry when she opened her eyes.

She felt spaced out, her head heavy, yet her body felt light.

It was as if she had detached from the world.

Every day, Ji Sang needed nearly half an hour.

Fu Yisi did not know about this, but out of concern, he would call her punctually at the time she usually woke up to say good morning.

It was like a redemption, pulling Ji Sang out of such a dreadful state.

Ji Sang slept a bit too deeply today.

Fu Yisi, unusually finishing work on time, wanted to have quality time with Ji Sang, but to his dismay, he couldn’t find her anywhere.

When Ye Lin came back, she started preparing dinner and Ji Sang’s special medicinal cuisine.

“Didn’t find her? Hasn’t she come back yet?”

Fu Yisi frowned slightly.

Chang Li had called him, saying she had finished long ago and should be home by now. Moreover, her car was still in the garage.

“I’ll look again.”

Fu Yisi, while on the phone, searched the house.

He went to the backyard, the pavilion, and all the places Ji Sang previously liked, but still did not see her.

No one answered the phone, and no ringtone could be heard.

Fu Yisi went back to the room; Ji Sang’s bag was still on the sofa.

The man restrained his gaze, remembered what Chang Li had said, and looked towards the corner door.

The door was not fully closed.

Fu Yisi treaded lightly, slowly moving closer. The first thing he saw was Ji Sang asleep.

The man helplessly shook his head, turned the temperature of the air conditioner up in the study, walked to the sofa, picked up the thin blanket that had fallen to the floor at some point, and gently covered Ji Sang with it.

The sofa was small, only big enough for two people to sit.

Ji Sang was still in a sitting position, her hands clasped around her knees, her head leaning against the back of the sofa,

and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Fu Yisi knew with just one glance that she was having a nightmare again.

Chang Li said, Ji Sang’s condition seemed a bit off, starting to get worse.

He also said that Ji Sang wanted to remember her past.

Foolish.

With a heartache, Fu Yisi carried Ji Sang back to her room, and as he was letting go, Ji Sang’s brows tightened even more. The man dared not move, waiting until Ji Sang found a familiar position in his arms, then Fu Yisi lowered himself, lying down beside her on the bed.

Perhaps feeling the familiar scent, Ji Sang slept even more deeply.

Fu Yisi stayed with Ji Sang for over ten minutes before getting up.

He stepped lightly to the next-door study, bent down, and picked up the notebook from the desk.

However, the few lines written struck pain to his heart.

Initially, Ji Sang’s handwriting was gentle yet sharp, but towards the end, it began to show slight trembles.

How could she be so foolish?

Knowing those were memories that hurt her, knowing it would make her feel awful, yet she still wanted to remember.

How could she be so foolish, so heartrending?

Fu Yisi put the notebook back in its original place, walked back to the room, looked at Ji Sang’s slightly pale face, stepped forward, and gently kissed her forehead.

He let out a long sigh.