Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 225: 199: Fu Yisi Is Not One for Small Talk

Chapter 225: Chapter 199: Fu Yisi Is Not One for Small Talk

In the following time, Ji Sang behaved like a good baby, letting the stylist tinker with her face and hair. Qi Yi would pick out some jewelry and high heels for her to choose from.

Indeed, the love of beauty is a woman’s nature.

Even someone like Ji Sang who hardly fussed over herself felt surprised and excited at this moment.

Time naturally flew by.

When everything was done, the sky had already darkened slightly.

Qi Yi took many photos of Ji Sang continuously

“Pity, I don’t have much talent on Photography Mountain, can’t capture the most beautiful side.”

Ji Sang smiled faintly, looking at the photos of herself on the phone, and encouraged

“It’s already pretty good.”

At least there were no big issues with the angles and the lighting.

Qi Yi raised half an eyebrow and looked at a store clerk nearby

“Hey, did the great Photographer Ji just compliment me? Wow, I can brag about this for quite some time. I’ve been praised by the internationally renowned Ji Sang!”

The clerk next to her covered her mouth and nodded with a light laugh.

Ji Sang’s face went a little red

“Senior! Stop teasing me.”

Qi Yi smiled and lifted her phone

“This is serious. How about it, do you want these photos? If you can’t wait, you could let your husband have a look first.”

Ji Sang lowered her eyes, her lips curving into a tender smile

“I’d still like to give him a surprise, senior, just send these photos to me on WeChat.”

After trying on the clothes, it was time to change out of them.

All this had tired Ji Sang a little, though Qi Yi still seemed to be full of energy.

Once they had confirmed the time for the photoshoot again, Ji Sang said goodbye and got ready to leave.

It was then Ji Sang noticed the calls and messages Fu Yisi had sent, and she hurriedly called back, but without getting through.

“Missed again.”

Ji Sang puffed out her cheeks and quickly sent him several WeChat messages.

It was at this moment, while she was looking down at her messages, that Ji Sang, about to step on the escalator, was bumped by someone. She lurched forward, hitting the escalator handrail, and the force nearly flung the phone from her hand.

Luckily, Ji Sang’s reflexes were quick; she freed her left hand to steady herself on the handrail, preventing a tumble down the escalator.

The person who had bumped her just glanced at her in haste and then turned around, hurrying downstairs.

Ji Sang didn’t catch her breath for a moment, her upper body still leaning against the handrail, sliding downwards, the friction burning her skin.

At this time, the mall became crowded, but most people were on the dining floor, having their dinner.

So on this specific escalator, Ji Sang found herself alone.

It was only when someone on the floor below noticed and wanted to come up, but they could only head for the opposite escalator for going up.

Ji Sang didn’t stand upright until she was almost on level ground, then turned back to the person who had just gone up, smiled faintly, and nodded slightly in thanks.

The collision had struck her chest directly, still causing real pain.

Ji Sang furrowed her brows.

While she should not have been distracted by her phone while walking, the person who had bumped into her didn’t even apologize, and upon seeing her in danger, had just turned and left.

That was too much, too cold-hearted.

Ji Sang’s expression cooled. Lately, she had been in a state of complete relaxation, trying her best not to think about photography or work.

However, what had just happened truly made her a bit angry.

She had been indulging herself too long in the warmth of love and family relations, so long that she had almost forgotten that in this society, heartless things were happening every moment.

In those unseen places.

It just so happened that she ran into it today.

Ji Sang bore the pain in her chest and looked up towards where that person had just left.

The fire escape.

Ji Sang tilted her head and furrowed her brows, that person clearly seemed in a hurry just now, so why did they start using the emergency exit?

It was getting late, Ji Sang didn’t ponder further, nor did she want to expend energy on someone else.

The message left by Fu Yisi said he would come home early tonight.

She needed to hurry back and cook.

The grocery area near Yujing Apartment would get crowded at seven in the evening, which probably had to do with the residents’ living habits around Yujing.

Fearing the delay, Ji Sang found a nearby fresh food store to purchase groceries before heading home.

Ji Sang was not familiar with the area, it took her nearly ten minutes to find a parking spot, and several more minutes to walk to the fresh food store.

There were not many people in the store, but correspondingly, the selection of vegetables was also much reduced.

However, as there were just the two of them and they wouldn’t eat much, plus there were still some vegetables in the fridge at home.

Ji Sang only spent ten minutes buying all the necessities.

By the time she stepped out of the fresh food store with her bags, night had completely fallen.

The street lights in the vicinity had not been repaired for a long time, only faintly glowing, leaving the whole stretch of road dimly lit.

Ji Sang pursed her lips, her grip on the bag getting tighter.

She didn’t like the dark; this road, nearly cloaked in darkness felt somewhat difficult to navigate.

Ji Sang held her breath, not wanting to waste time on psychological fears and mental preparation, she quickly walked along the path.

At first, Ji Sang kept her gaze down and didn’t notice the person ahead. Until the footsteps ahead got faster, the change in sound made her look up.

With this glance, Ji Sang keenly noticed something was off.

….

After finishing his busy work, Fu Yisi received Ji Sang’s message. He was about to return a call but feared that Ji Sang, busy in the kitchen, might hurry in response to the call and hurt herself, so he simply opted not to call.

Better to go home early, maybe he could help out a bit.

Previously, Fu Yisi did not quite understand why some married colleagues looked so forward to leaving work.

Now he knew.

Having a wife at home cooking and waiting for you, how could you not be eager?

However, sometimes, when you’re too keen on doing something, various little things tend to come up.

Just as Fu Yisi had finished packing up and was ready to leave work, someone knocked on his office door.

It was Dean Han.

The man raised one eyebrow

“Dean, what brings you to my office?”

His tone was surprised, but his voice remained calm.

Dean Han snorted and looked around

“Are you about to leave work?”

Fu Yisi stood up, pushing the chair away, gestured for Dean Han to sit, then turned around to pour him a glass of water.

“Uncle Han, why aren’t you heading home yet? Auntie must have been waiting a long time.”

Fu Yisi was not someone who usuallsy engaged in small talk, which is why Dean Han’s mouth hung open in surprise upon hearing this.

A solid half minute passed.

But with his extensive life experience, Dean Han also grasped the meaning behind Fu Yisi’s words.

“You rascal, trying to rush me away? Agree to one thing for me, and I won’t keep you any longer. Ji Sang is probably waiting for you at home, right?”

Fu Yisi: …