Rose Manor

When Fu Jichen woke up, it was completely dark. He opened his eyelids and saw Shen Jianian's fair and plump face.

Just now, Shen Jianian saw his eyelids trembling, guessing that he was about to wake up, so he stood up from the chair and looked at him closely. Sure enough, within a few seconds, he opened his eyes.

The joy in her eyes was obvious, as bright as countless stars falling into her eyes, and her voice was so soft, like the softest feather in the world brushing her ears.

"You're awake." Shen Jianian's eyebrows raised, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to call the doctor."

The corners of Fu Jichen's mouth moved slightly, revealing a slight smile, and he stared at her for a long time.

Shen Jianian felt that his eyes were a little silly, so he pointed his index finger at the tip of his nose and asked, "You fell asleep for a while, and you don't recognize me when you wake up?"

The curvature of Fu Jichen's lips widened, he opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I am doing surgery on my legs, not my brain. How could I not recognize you?"

Shen Jianian deliberately teased him: "Then tell me, who am I?"

"You are..." Fu Jichen also deliberately teased her, prolonging his voice, tilting his head, as if he was thinking hard, "Who are you?"

Shen Jianian narrowed his eyes, looking like "I advise you to answer well."

Fu Jichen pursed his thin lips slightly and said nothing.

"Fu Jichen, if you don't say anything, I'm going to be angry." Shen Jia Nian threatened with a serious face.

It was a big deal for his wife to be angry. Fu Jichen stopped teasing her and answered her previous question again: "You are Shen Jianian, my wife and the mother of my child."

Shen Jianian sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, held his hand on the bed sheet, and pondered for a few seconds, as if thinking about something: "You didn't answer me like this before."

"Before?" Fu Jichen didn't understand what she meant.

"Have you forgotten what you said?" Shen Jianian gave him a hint, "What you said to me on New Year's Eve, on a snowy day."

When she said this, Fu Jichen immediately remembered that it was their first New Year's Eve after they reunited, in the villa of Yunding Palace. It snowed that night. She liked snowy days and was afraid that she would catch a cold when she went out to play, so she sat in front of the window and admired the snow scenery with her face pressed against the glass. As she watched, she looked a little dazed and murmured: "I sometimes wonder who Shen Jianian is..."

She was still troubled by memory loss at that time, and occasionally felt that her face was unfamiliar.

Fu Jichen happened to hear her talking to herself and answered her: "Shen Jia Nian is the love of Fu Ji Chen's life. Shen Jia Nian is Fu Ji Chen's little raccoon cat."

When Shen Jianian heard this, he wrinkled his nose and expressed dissatisfaction.

"So you want to hear this." Fu Jichen smiled as he recalled all the details and repeated what he said to her at that time, "Shen Jia Nian is the love of Fu Ji Chen's life. Shen Jia Nian is Fu Ji Chen's little civet cat."

Shen Jianian's expression froze for a moment, and he said in an unnatural tone: "...The last sentence is unnecessary."

Fu Jichen laughed out loud and coughed, probably because he choked on laughter.

"Take it easy, you just finished the operation, don't be so emotional." Shen Jianian got up from the chair and stroked his chest through the quilt.

Fu Jichen raised a hand, held her hand, and added: "Shen Jia Nian is Fu Ji Chen's heart, Shen Jia Nian is Fu Ji Chen's life, Shen Jia Nian is..."

"Stop talking." Shen Jianian blushed and covered his mouth with her palm, looking into his dark eyes with anger but not anger, "Don't you think it's disgusting?"

Fu Jichen rolled his eyes, no matter how disgusting he was, he was telling the truth.

"Okay, let's skip this topic." Shen Jianian unilaterally announced that we would no longer talk and took away the hand covering his mouth.

Fu Jichen glanced at the sky outside the window. He didn't know what time it was. It must be very late, so he started to chase people away: "There will be Qu Mo here tonight, and there will be nurses to take care of him. You go back to the hotel and have a good rest."

Shen Jia Nian did not act like she did yesterday. She took Fu Jichen's hand and placed it on her belly. Her expression was as soft as if it was coated with warm light, and she said to the child in her belly: "Say hello to dad, and we'll Back to the hotel.”

Fu Jichen gently rubbed her swollen belly with his big palm and said hello to the child: "Be good and don't make trouble, mom."

Shen Jianian smiled slightly, turned and left the ward.

*

After staying in the hospital for more than half a month, Fu Jichen's body has almost recovered, but the leg where he had the surgery is still unable to walk normally, and he needs to use crutches or a wheelchair.

After the last examination, the doctor said he could be discharged from the hospital, so Qu Mo went through the discharge procedures and prepared to return to Beicheng.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, the group left the hospital in a low-key manner.

Fu Jichen was wearing a loose sweater and trousers and was sitting in a wheelchair. He was pushed down the ramp at the entrance of the inpatient department by Qu Mo. When he got into the car, Zheng Yi held the hand and lifted him into the car.

Shen Jianian then got into the car and helped Fu Jichen tidy up the blanket covering his legs.

Fu Jichen looked good and had no discomfort except for his legs, which were still unable to walk. However, his current condition was not suitable for flying, so the car drove to the high-speed rail station. Shen Jianian repeatedly told the driver to drive slower, fearing that Fu Jichen would be uncomfortable if the bumps hit him. She would also ask Fu Jichen from time to time: "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

Fu Jichen shook his head and then laughed.

Shen Jia Nian was a little confused, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Fu Jichen rested his elbows on the armrests of his wheelchair. How should he explain it to her? It was this sentence "Is there any discomfort in your body?" that reminded him that he always asked her this question before. Now it was her turn to ask him. What did he think? Somewhat novel.

Seeing him staring at her without speaking, Shen Jia Nian subconsciously touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"

Fu Jichen said: "No."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I just thought of something interesting."

"Is there anything interesting that you can't tell me?"

"It's not that I can't, it's that I don't know how to say it."

"Huh, it's definitely not a good thing, you didn't say anything."

"I swear, it's not what you think."

The low voices of the two people talking echoed in the carriage, and they could be heard clearly even without deliberately listening. Qu Mo and Zheng Yi were both used to it. The two have been in love for many years and are about to become parents. They are still as sweet as when they were in love, and they can talk about ordinary topics with a sense of sweetness.

*

It was early afternoon when we arrived in Beicheng, and the biting cold wind blew, making Shen Jia Nian feel a little nostalgic.

Returning to his home in Yunding Palace, the feeling of nostalgia was even greater. Shen Jianian couldn't help but sigh, it was still comfortable at home, and every square inch of the air had a familiar and reassuring smell.

Cheng Jin cleaned up and down the house early, and when he saw the two of them, he cried with joy and said, "I'm back."

Shen Jianian hugged her and said, "I'm worrying you."

"Are you and the baby in your belly okay?" Cheng Jin looked her up and down to make sure that she wasn't thin and her face didn't look haggard, and she felt much relieved.

"I'm fine." Shen Jianian said with a smile.

Cheng Jin turned to look at Fu Jichen who was sitting in the wheelchair, raised his sleeves and wiped the corners of his eyes: "It'll be nice to come back."

After dinner, Shen Jianian pushed Fu Jichen to the elevator. Through the shiny elevator door, Fu Jichen saw this picture and said helplessly: "The wheelchair is electric, but I can actually control it myself." If it didn't work, he could still slide the wheels with his hands. , how could she be so tired as a pregnant woman?

Counting the days, the child is more than seven months old, and she will give birth in more than two months.

Shen Jia Nian enjoyed it: "It's not like I can't move."

The elevator went up and stopped on the third floor. Shen Jianian pushed him out of the elevator: "Mr. Fu, you can get used to it in advance. When you get old, I will push you like this."

Fu Jichen: "..."

Entering their bedroom, Shen Jianian stopped, walked around in front of him, leaned over slightly and asked, "Do you want to take a bath now? I'll find clothes for you and then wash them for you."

Fu Jichen's answer was to control the wheelchair by himself, turning the direction neatly, as smoothly as the drift of a racing car, heading towards the cloakroom, leaving Shen Jia Nian with a back sitting upright.

Shen Jianian chased after me: "Don't be so awkward. Maybe when I get older and my body is not as strong as yours, I will have to trouble you to push me."

Fu Jichen stopped suddenly and turned to look at her: "Don't say such things, you will be healthy and live a long life."

Shen Jia Nian was startled. She found that this man always showed his superstitious side at certain special moments. For example, she was not allowed to say unlucky words about herself.

Fu Jichen went into the cloakroom, found his pajamas, and then went to the bathroom.

Shen Jianian followed him like a little tail and asked as he walked: "You really don't need my help? We are an old couple, so don't be embarrassed."

Following him into the bathroom, Shen Jianian helped adjust the water temperature in the shower and looked at the man in the wheelchair: "How do you wash one of your legs? What if you slip and fall?"

Fu Jichen's intact leg moved away from the wheelchair pedal, stepped on the white tile floor, stood up on one leg with his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and was instantly taller than Shen Jianian: "Not only can I wash it myself, but I can also help you. Do you want to wash it?"

Shen Jianian immediately became honest: "Then wash it yourself. I'm right outside. If you need anything, just call me!"

Fu Jichen smiled at her escaping figure and did not forget to remind her: "Walk slowly and watch your feet."