502: C502 I Promised a Divorce

C502 I Promised a Divorce

"I'll take care of it later." Fu Sihan looked at Yan Wanwan.

His words had no end, but after spending more than a year with her, Wanwan understood what he meant.

He had to solve her problem first.

"Fu Sihan, help me find a psychiatrist." Wanwan felt powerless and calm towards herself.

"Yan Wanwan, can you eat well when I promise to divorce?"

Because of anorexia, Fu Sihan had gone to countless psychologists. He personally disliked the feeling of being spied on in his heart. Most people did not like it.

Mental illness required courage to speak.

Fu Sihan would rather have the problem with him.

"Hmm?" Wanwan opened her eyes wide in surprise.

He reached out his hand to cover her eyes, afraid to see joy in her clear eyes.

Fu Sihan squatted down and pulled Yan Wanwan into his embrace with one hand. His arm kept exerting force and it felt like his two hands were together several times. He was also afraid that his injured hands would be stained with blood on her body.

He wanted to embed her into his body. He would never let go of his soul for the rest of his life, so she could not leave him.

However, he could not bear to see her body being ruined like this.

"Wanwan, did I agree...? Divorce, and you can eat well?" Only Fu Sihan himself knew how painful it was to say the word "divorce" again.

He endured the pain and promised in a low voice, "When you recover, I will let you go."

-

Fu Sihan did not go to the company in the afternoon.

Wanwan was in the balcony garden on the second floor. From afar, she saw him sitting on a bench in the garden, smoking cigarettes one after another.

One.

Two cigarettes.

Three.

...

When the thirteen cigarettes were out, he walked back to the main building.

Wanwan did not know where she went. She probably went to the study to continue smoking. Anyway, she did not see him in the afternoon.

The maids came to deliver snacks and fruit juice to Yan Wanwan a few times. They also brought medicinal food and tonic soup when it was time.

Wanwan ordered the maid to push the maid to taste the soup. There was no one around. The feeling of nausea made her spit out everything in her mouth without any scruples on the spot.

Wanwan felt that the ball of cotton that had been stuck in her chest was finally pulled out but the hole that was revealed after it was pulled out was pus. The wind that blew in was a bone-piercing pain.

When the maid came to collect the utensils, she saw that most of the soup in the bowl had been wiped out and smiled in relief.

She completely did not notice that there was still some leftover soup at the mouth of the water not far away.

-

No one else knew about the things Fu Sihan and Yan Wanwan were talking about in the room.

The maid only saw that the Sir's work time seemed to have been extended. He went out half an hour earlier than usual, and when he came back at night, it was 9: 10. His wife had already gone to sleep.

... "Young Madam should have really eaten. She ran to the toilet without eating and is sunbathing in the garden."

When Fu Sihan was not home, Steward Lin had to report Yan Wanwan's situation to Fu Sihan. He had also previously reported what kind of dishes Yan Wanwan ate at noon and how much each dish had eaten. It was so detailed that it could almost be written into a record.

Fu Sihan had his lunch today in front of him. He had no appetite after two chopsticks.

He did not expect Yan Wanwan to cure his anorexia. One day, he would compromise with Yan Wanwan because of his anorexia.

"Young Master, what happened to you and Young Madam?" Steward Lin asked worriedly.

If he had not seen Fu Sihan sleep in the master bedroom at night and come out of the master bedroom in the morning, he would have suspected that the two of them had started to separate.

The atmosphere between the two masters was really strange. If they didn't quarrel, they wouldn't be red in the face, but they couldn't tell what was strange about them.

It felt... too calm, like the calm before a storm.

"It's fine." Fu Sihan stopped talking and asked a few more questions about Yan Wanwan's situation at home. He hung up the phone.

The more Steward Lin thought about it, the more he could not figure it out. The more he did not know, the more uneasy he felt. He simply called Old Madame and asked her when she would be back.

Old Madame was there, so it was easier to intervene in anything. It was also easier to ask.

Yan Wanwan's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The main reason was that she was too thin before. Now, it was obvious that she had grown back a little bit. Everyone in First-class Garden was very happy that the mistress's condition had improved.

Except for Fu Sihan.

Because Yan Wanwan's appetite and recovery were indirectly telling him that it was because she wanted to leave him. In the past, because of his stubbornness and restraint, her body subconsciously resisted.

Even her body was rejecting him. How much did she want to leave him? How tired of him?

It was just that she didn't want to hurt him. She would rather feel wronged than tell him.

- -

During this period of time, the army was in chaos and Wanwan completely forgot that as a woman, she still had her period.

Until one night when she dreamed that her aunt had missed, when she was in a daze from sleep, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. She woke up with a start and reached down to touch...

She felt a warm wetness and... That feeling continued to surge out.

When her aunt came for the first day, she always took an extra large amount.

Wanwan licked her lips and looked at the sky outside that had yet to brighten up. She had a slight headache.

"Fu Sihan."

"Fu Sihan."

Wanwan gently patted the sleeping man beside her.

Fu Sihan nodded in a daze.

He habitually hugged Yan Wanwan and slept. Even when the two of them quarreled, it did not change. Now that Yan Wanwan was injured, he only dared to hug her with his arms.

"Fu Sihan, wake up." Wanwan was very helpless and sighed. If possible, she definitely did not want to wake Fu Sihan up with this.1

If she did not trouble others to not tell her, it would be awkward.

"... " What's wrong?" Fu Sihan opened his eyes and saw Yan Wanwan frowning. He was much more clear-headed. If there was no urgent matter, she would not have taken the initiative to call him.

"I... I... That is coming." Wanwan said awkwardly.

"What?"

"Aunt!"

Fu Sihan almost asked, "You still have a great aunt?" Fortunately, even if he thought about it, he really did not understand why a woman would give this thing a nickname called great aunt.

Fu Sihan lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He originally planned to carry Yan Wanwan to the bathroom, but just as he stood up, he heard the person on the bed laugh.

Wanwan looked at him with a strange expression and tried her best to hold back her laughter. There was an apologetic look on her face, "That... I... I think I put your pants on."

It was not like, it was.

The man's pajamas were light gray. At this moment, the area on his thighs was marked with a dark brown color, piece by piece.

Fu Sihan's expression was originally ugly because he was disturbed by Qing Meng. Now, it had become extremely heavy. His entire face seemed to have been fished out from the black water. His legs were broken as he stood there without moving. He looked like he was at a loss as to what to do.

Wanwan originally only felt that her blood flow was not smooth. Now, even her breathing was not smooth. She was very sorry but she could not hold it in and wanted to laugh.

It was the first time in these few days that her mood was so natural and relaxed.

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