Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 227: 201 Don't be mad, okay?

Chapter 227: Chapter 201 Don’t be mad, okay?

Ji Sang’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed as she looked outside, meeting the equally baffled gaze of Captain Lei.

She clearly saw Captain Lei swallow hard, looking at her, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he just raised his hand and scratched his head in confusion.

Forget Qiming, to tell the truth, Captain Lei knew that Fu Yisi was not a simple character from the first glance. He knew Fu Yisi’s position in the medical field, but was unclear about Fu Yisi’s background.

However, from the look in Fu Yisi’s eyes, he could tell that he definitely did not come from a simple family.

Such oppressive eyes, that for someone like him, who had worked in the police station for nearly twenty years and had seen many of S city’s elite, made his heart involuntarily contract.

How did he accurately find the station’s boxing room and then deliver such a weighted punch?

Captain Lei touched his nose, noting that not only was Fu Yisi observant, his strength seemed substantial as well.

Even in his youth, he had never been able to deliver such an effect with all his effort.

Knowing that it might not be suitable to let him stay on the side, Captain Lei nodded slightly to Ji Sang in the room before pulling the stunned Qiming away.

Two minutes.

Fu Yisi said two minutes and indeed returned after exactly two minutes.

Ji Sang stepped back to let the man in.

His facial expression wasn’t as harsh as before, but Ji Sang was all too familiar with Fu Yisi and noticed at a glance the residue of anger at the corner of his eyes.

No, it was more like hostility.

Ji Sang pursed her lips tightly, looked down at his hands hanging by his legs.

Although the angle and lighting were not enough for her to see it clearly, the contrast between the two hands was obvious.

Ji Sang stepped forward and picked up Fu Yisi’s right hand.

The entire back of his hand was red, especially around the knuckles, where it had swollen with blood.

Ji Sang could roughly guess how the loud noise just now had been made.

She blew her nose and looked up at Fu Yisi, asking,

“What happened here?”

The man seemed unconcerned, not even glancing at his hand, and pulled away from Ji Sang’s grasp with a little effort.

“Come on, let me have a look, are there any other injuries, hmm?”

His voice was hoarse, but his tone no longer had the sternness he had when he first walked through the door, now mixed with tenderness that was familiar to Ji Sang.

Ji Sang shook her head

“First, you explain to me, why did your hand become like this?”

Fu Yisi was silent for a few seconds, then explained in a light tone,

“I just saw a punching bag here and casually hit it.”

“Casually?”

Ji Sang widened her eyes, her tone rising, full of questioning,

“With such a loud noise, I could hear it all the way over here, can it be called casual? Besides, Fu Yisi, you’re a surgeon, you need to take good care of your hands. Without wearing boxing gloves, what were you punching for?! Ah? Look, it’s all red here~”

As Ji Sang spoke, her voice began to tremble slightly, and her eyes reddened.

Without any protection, to directly punch the bag with bare fists, and producing such a loud sound, he must have used tremendous force. It must have been incredibly painful.

Sensing Ji Sang’s agitation and distress, Fu Yisi sighed and in front of Ji Sang, shook his hand,

“It’s nothing, hmm? I know my own limits.”

But in reality, his entire right hand was numb and couldn’t feel much pain. At the time he saw the punching bag and threw a punch, he had not measured his strength at all.

All that had been on his mind was Ji Sang going alone into trouble and getting hurt.

Angry, extremely angry, he was to the point of utter fury.

Yet, he couldn’t bear to frighten Ji Sang, letting her see himself like this. That’s why he had asked her to give him two minutes, to alleviate some of his rage.

Ji Sang wrinkled her nose, not quite believing Fu Yisi’s words – a punch like that would certainly have been excruciating.

“You really are… What on earth were you thinking?”

Ji Sang carefully inspected Fu Yisi’s hand, gently touching the base of his finger with her fingertips as she asked,

“Isn’t it broken?”

Fu Yisi rubbed Ji Sang’s head with his left hand.

“It’s fine.”

Ji Sang let out a sigh of relief.

She knew why Fu Yisi did what he did.

Probably because he was angry that she fought against that stalker, who might even be a murder suspect, all by herself.

In retrospect, she too felt a bit scared.

If that knife had truly stabbed her…

Ji Sang’s body trembled slightly, then she regained her composure, looked at Fu Yisi, and said slowly and seriously, word by word,

“Don’t ever do something like that again, you need to take good care of your hands.”

Hands are a surgeon’s second life; how much Fu Yisi had sacrificed to persist in being a doctor, she was well aware.

Yet the man seemed not to care much about his own hands, but instead looked at Ji Sang tenderly, with a hint of seduction,

“Let me see your left hand, hmm?”

From the beginning, Ji Sang had been hiding her left hand, even when she held the man’s hand out of concern for Fu Yisi, it was always his right hand.

She kept her left hand behind her back, out of Fu Yisi’s sight.

Hearing this, Ji Sang’s facial expression stiffened for a moment.

She forced a smile, laughing foolishly, and somewhat guiltily avoided Fu Yisi’s gaze,

“Why? What do you want to look at my hand for?”

Ji Sang raised her right hand and waggled it in front of Fu Yisi.

“It’s the same as yours, five fingers.”

Ji Sang had never acted so childishly before; after speaking, she bit her lip, feeling the awkwardness that followed.

Fu Yisi, however, gladly embraced Ji Sang’s gesture, gently grasping her right hand, softly rubbing and kneading it in his palm.

“Yeah, but I want to see your left hand, hmm?”

Ji Sang: …..

She knew she couldn’t hide it any longer.

Ji Sang lowered her eyes and said softly,

“Don’t be mad, okay?”

Upon hearing this, Fu Yisi’s eyes darkened, but Ji Sang, with her head down, didn’t notice.

“It’s… actually not too bad, just a slight scratch.”

Ji Sang’s voice grew quieter; she felt somewhat guilty and didn’t dare to look up at Fu Yisi, still keeping her left hand behind her.

“Be good, let me see it.”

Fu Yisi spoke in a steady voice.

He could have just reached out to turn her around or asked her to extend her left hand, but he was afraid that his actions would hurt Ji Sang.

It truly couldn’t be hidden.

Ji Sang knew it.

Upon returning, doing any minor thing could possibly reveal it to Fu Yisi.

She had just been unsure of how to explain it to Fu Yisi, so she had kept her hand behind her back, delaying the inevitable for a little bit longer.

“Well then… just, really… don’t be mad, okay.”