Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 211: 185 Sanitarium

Chapter 211: Chapter 185 Sanitarium

Chang Li knew that Fu Yisi was very attentive to Ji Sang, which is why he dared to say such words.

His face was full of smiles, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Fu Yisi, already imagining how this always dignified man would beg him, and his smiling lips were somewhat uncontrollable.

And Fu Yisi, with hands in the pockets of his white coat, looked at Chang Li as if staring at an imbecile. The thin indifference in his eyes gradually made Chang Li’s smiling lips recede.

“Cough, cough…”

Chang Li cleared his throat and gave Fu Yisi a sidelong glance while straightening his clothes.

“Don’t be so serious.”

He reached out to open a drawer, and took out the treatment plan he had devised for Ji Sang, tossing it directly into Fu Yisi’s hands.

“You are questioning me.”

Thinking that he, a renowned and top-ranking young psychology expert in the country, was actually being asked by a layman to review a treatment plan.

Although he said this, Chang Li couldn’t help but steal several glances at Fu Yisi while he reviewed it.

Seeing Fu Yisi’s brows relaxing slightly, Chang Li knew things should be stable now.

He snorted

“Is it acceptable?”

His tone slightly brimming with boasting.

Fu Yisi pursed his lips, pondering for a moment.

“If the process is too painful, slow it down.”

Chang Li: …..

This dog food is really…. quite filling.

“I get it, I get it, you just love your wife!”

Chang Li stood up, pushed Fu Yisi out, and then took out his phone to call Ah Mu in Los Angeles.

The first thing he said was: “If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to start flirting with a married man!”

….

Fu Yisi did not have time in the morning, so Ji Sang drove alone to the film crew.

It must have been Han City who gave a heads-up, as a stage crew came to receive her as soon as she arrived.

The moment Ji Sang walked into the studio, she felt a strong gaze. Subconsciously looking over, she noticed Lian Yun.

Realizing she kept looking behind her, Ji Sang turned her head to look back, only understanding whom she meant to see when she turned her head back.

Unfortunately, the little devil did not come today.

After greeting the director, Ji Sang walked over to Lian Yun.

Seeing her approaching, Lian Yun’s eyes brightened, filled with anticipation.

“Ms. Ji.”

She greeted first.

Ji Sang raised her eyebrows slightly, her lips curved in a light smile.

Laughing lightly,

“The little devil is resting at home today.”

Upon finishing, seeing Lian Yun’s somewhat puzzled expression, she quickly added another line,

“Ah, the little devil is Ling Yuxuan.”

“Little devil.”

Lian Yun repeated softly, as if discovering something new.

“Is it because he’s naughty?”

Ji Sang smiled faintly, and chose not to reply.

These few simple sentences confirmed Ji Sang’s earlier speculation.

However, she was curious, according to Ling Yuxuan, Lian Yun shouldn’t know him from before, nor were they in the same school.

How did the little girl come to like the little devil?

As Ji Sang was hesitating over her choice of words, Lian Yun herself took the initiative to confess.

“Ms. Ji, may I ask you about him? Just a little bit will do, anything at all, as long as it’s about him.”

Ji Sang was slightly surprised, meeting Lian Yun’s gaze, who then smiled at her.

“Sorry, I’m just a bit too anxious.”

Too eager to know anything about Ling Yuxuan, she had become somewhat reckless.

Ji Sang shook her head; she actually liked Lian Yun’s straightforwardness.

But still…

“Most of what I know about Ling Yuxuan’s past is based on what others have told me, so what I can share with you is only about the Yuxuan I’ve come to know recently.”

Lian Yun didn’t expect Ji Sang’s reaction, and just as she wanted to continue the conversation, someone from the crew came to inform her.

Seeing the regret in the young girl’s eyes, Ji Sang tilted her head.

“We could meet for tea sometime.”

She liked Lian Yun’s appearance.

Even more, she liked Lian Yun’s blatantly obvious gazing and joy towards Ling Yuxuan.

It was as if loving Ling Yuxuan was something worth letting the whole world know about.

Although the little devil was somewhat slow, as an observer, she guessed it right away.

Ji Sang left at eleven o’clock, just like she did yesterday.

She did have plans for today.

After returning yesterday, she specifically checked the map and discovered that the direction Lu Ming drove to in the suburbs had a few projects still under development, but not much in terms of public infrastructure.

Among them, the most likely places Lu Ming could have gone to were two.

One was a farm, and the other a sanitarium.

Sometimes, people’s sixth sense is really quite mysterious.

Almost as soon as Ji Sang saw the sanitarium, she locked her gaze onto it.

She didn’t know what was driving her, but she knew she needed to check out this sanitarium.

The sanitarium was named quite commonly: Wenyang.

However, when Ji Sang tried to look up more about this sanitarium, she couldn’t find any background information.

It wasn’t government-owned, and all information about its owner was a blank.

Moreover, the location was very remote.

From the film crew to there, Ji Sang drove for a full hour.

The sanitarium consisted of three buildings, each only five stories tall. No higher, the overall style still held the charm of the 1980s.

With no entry permit, Ji Sang could only park her car outside.

The gates of the sanitarium were locked, and looking inside, Ji Sang saw staff members walking back and forth busily, and some patients strolling and talking leisurely.

Ji Sang didn’t rush to figure out how to get in but slowly walked around the outer courtyard of the sanitarium.

The midday sun today wasn’t as scorching as usual, so many people were outside soaking up the sun, some even moved small tables outside to enjoy lunch in the sun.

Ji Sang, having visited sanitariums before shootings, had never experienced an atmosphere like that of Wenyang.

Here, if you didn’t look at the clothes they were wearing, you couldn’t tell who was a patient and who was a staff member.

It was as if a group of young people came to do volunteer work, accompanying the elderly in a community.

Everyone’s faces were filled with easy smiles.

Patients and staff alike.

However, Ji Sang’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to one person.

That person was sitting in a pavilion, with white paper on an easel and a paintbrush in hand.

Apparently still in the conceptual stage of the artwork, she squinted slightly, looking at a flower placed on the pavilion side-by-side. From a distance, Ji Sang couldn’t clearly see the species of the flower, but judging from the color, it was just an arbitrary flower from the garden there.

What attracted Ji Sang was not that flower, but

on this patient, who was clearly quietly sitting in the pavilion preparing to paint, she could feel an unexpected resilience.

It was strange.

She hadn’t even seen what the person looked like clearly.