Rose Manor

Fu Jichen hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket, and walked to the bedside. Shen Jia Nian was not asleep. She was lying on her side, with one hand on the little rice cake, patting her every now and then, and occasionally stroking her with her fingers. His face.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Jichen asked after watching quietly for a while.

Shen Jianian shook his head. He didn't feel hungry. He just wanted to spend time with his children and nothing else.

Fu Jichen pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed, watching over them.

It was late at night, Fu Jichen glanced at his watch. It was around two o'clock in the morning. Shen Jia Nian was a little sleepy, her eyelids were fighting up and down. Whenever she was about to fall asleep, she would suddenly open her eyes wide and cheer up, looking at her for a moment. Children, I am afraid that in the blink of an eye, the child will be taken away.

Fu Jichen, who was aware of her thoughts, sighed silently and coaxed softly in the quiet ward: "Jianian, it's very late, would you like to rest?"

"I'm not sleepy yet." Shen Jianian refused to look away from the child and said something against his will.

Fu Jichen: "Little Nian Gao is safe now and his fever has gone down. If you are really worried, I will watch him while you close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"Shh, don't talk all the time, you'll wake him up." Shen Jianian finally gave Fu Jichen a look, but it was to remind him not to talk.

Fu Jichen pursed his lips and had nothing to do with her.

Until dawn, Shen Jia Nian couldn't bear it anymore, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, with his hands still holding the little rice cake's body. She didn't sleep peacefully, and her eyebrows seemed to be frowning.

Fu Jichen came closer and touched her eyebrows with his fingertips, trying to smooth out the creases there.

The child woke up and hummed twice. Before Fu Jichen could pick up the child and comfort him, Shen Jia Nian immediately woke up and looked at the child in his arms: "Little rice cake."

Fu Jichen quickly held her shoulders and comforted her: "Little Nian Gao is here, he is fine."

Shen Jia Nian breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, held the child in his arms and coaxed her gently. Fu Jichen took a look and took the bottle to make milk powder.

*

After staying in the hospital for three days, Shen Jia Nian lost weight and looked haggard. She held the child in her arms all day long, and even if she let go, she had to keep the child in her sight.

Fu Jichen knew that she was frightened and did not dare to take it lightly, but she did go too far.

Returning to Yunding Palace and getting out of the car, the confinement sister-in-law wanted to take the child from her hand, but she refused and held the child down herself. The confinement sister-in-law helped carry the daily necessities for the hospital into the car.

Cheng Jin was waiting at the door and saw several people getting out of the car and stepping forward to greet them. She had cried so many times in the past few days that her eyes were a little swollen.

She blamed herself very much. If she hadn't been clever enough, the child would not have been taken away in a public place like the hospital. I heard that the little rice cake fell into the bottomless water. Fortunately, the police rescued her in time. Otherwise, she would not have dared to Imagine the consequences.

"Jia Nian..." Cheng Jin approached cautiously, wanting to see the child, "Is the little rice cake better, and you..."

Shen Jia Nian walked straight to the elevator without raising his eyelids.

Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, and his eye circles turned red instantly.

Fu Jichen, who was following Shen Jia Nian, explained aloud: "Jia Nian doesn't blame you, she was just frightened and hasn't recovered yet. The little rice cakes are very good."

"I understand." Cheng Jin covered his mouth with tears in his eyes and nodded towards him.

Shen Jia Nian carried the child back to the bedroom and did not come out again. Even the meal was brought to the room by Aunt Cheng. After she had eaten, Aunt Cheng took away the dishes and chopsticks.

Cheng Jin met Fu Jichen outside the bedroom door with a tray in hand. He hesitated to speak. He blamed her for this. She shouldn't have said anything originally, but she was worried about Jia Nian from the bottom of her heart.

"There seems to be something wrong with Jia Nian." Cheng Jin lowered his head and said this sentence with a sigh.

Fu Jichen's hand thrust into his trouser pocket tightened. Aunt Cheng could tell that something was wrong with Jia Nian. He was by her side day and night, how could she not notice it.

He spoke in an unnatural voice: "Give her some more time."

If she continued to live in a tense, panicked state of mind, he should consider taking her to see a doctor.

When Cheng Jin heard what he said, he knew he knew what he was talking about. He nodded, followed him and entered the elevator. She felt very sad when she thought about how she had just seen Jia Nian holding her child in her arms. If she had been more careful, this wouldn't have happened.

*

At night, Fu Jichen wanted to take the little rice cake to the baby's room and let her confinement nanny take care of her. Shen Jia Nian shook his head and disagreed. She held the child and sat on the head of the bed, her eyes raised with nervousness and uneasiness in her eyes: "Can you just let him sleep with us?"

"Jianian, little Nian Gao used to sleep in the baby's room..."

"I know." Shen Jianian interrupted him, with a pitiful begging in his voice, "But he still has a cough. I'm afraid he will cry when he wakes up at night and can't see me."

Fu Jichen sat by the bed, stared into her eyes seriously, and said warmly: "Little Nian Gao is very well-behaved and rarely cries. Besides, I have a confinement sister-in-law to take care of me at night. Aunt Lin has had enough rest during the day, so she can take better care of Little Nian Gao at night. On the contrary, you haven’t had a solid night’s sleep in a long time.”

Before Shen Jia Nian could find another reason, Fu Jichen continued: "Jia Nian, we are at home now. The security system of Yunding Palace is very good. Such accidents will not happen again." Shen Jia Nian seemed to be convinced by him, staring at At one point, he pursed his lips and stopped refuting.

Fu Jichen took the opportunity to take the child away and handed it to the confinement sister-in-law waiting outside the bedroom door. He warned, "Look after him carefully. He still has a slight cough. Don't let him catch a cold."

"Hey, I know."

The confinement sister-in-law nodded to him and carried the baby to the baby room.

Shen Jia Nian sat on the bed blankly, his arms were empty, as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out. He suddenly became anxious, lifted up the quilt and got off the bed: "No, I will go over to accompany him."

Fu Jichen closed the door to the bedroom, turned around, picked up Shen Jianian, who had only walked two steps, and put him back on the bed. He put his hands on her sides and stared at her, saying: "Little Nian Gao has fallen asleep. Now, It’s your turn to sleep.”

"I……"

"sleep."

After Fu Jichen finished speaking, he turned off the lights in the room without commenting, and his vision was completely dark. He hasn't been so domineering in a long time.

Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes. Fu Jichen stroked her back with a warm comfort. Perhaps because he was too tired and sleepy, Shen Jia Nian fell asleep soon after.

Listening to her even breathing, Fu Jichen stopped moving his hands, hugged her waist tightly, and let out a low sigh in the darkness.

Living in the hospital these days, Shen Jia Nian didn't get a good rest, and he never had a full night's sleep.

His forehead was pressed against hers, and after a while, Fu Jichen also fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Shen Jianian suddenly bounced his legs and woke up from his sleep. He murmured the name of the little rice cake and woke up the sleeping Fu Jichen.

Fu Jichen reached out and turned on the desk lamp. In the dim light, he could clearly see a layer of fine, crystal-clear sweat on her forehead: "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Where's the little rice cake? Where did the little rice cake go?"

Shen Jia Nian didn't seem to hear Fu Jichen's words, so he stretched out his hand and groped around for a while. In the past few days, he was used to seeing little rice cakes when he opened his eyes. Now that he didn't see him, Shen Jia Nian suddenly felt panic in his heart.

"Have you forgotten? Little Rice Cake sleeps in the nursery."

Fu Jichen rubbed her back with his big palm, trying to comfort her, but it was useless.

"Baby room..." Shen Jianian murmured, jumped out of bed with bare feet, and ran outside.

Fu Jichen moved a beat slower and chased him to the corridor. Shen Jia Nian had already pushed open the door of the baby room, surprising Mrs. Lin who was guarding there.

"Madam, why are you here at this time?"

Mrs. Lin yawned and looked up at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes past three in the morning.

Shen Jianian went straight to the crib. On the small blue bed with a fence, the little rice cake had his hands clenched into fists and placed on both sides of his head. He was sleeping soundly, with his little mouth pursed.

After making sure that the little rice cake was fine, Shen Jianian's heart dropped slightly, but she still couldn't feel completely reassured. She bent down to pick up the child and walked to the bedroom.

The confinement sister-in-law was stunned and subconsciously looked at Fu Jichen: "Sir..."

Fu Jichen glanced at her, but the confinement sister-in-law didn't say anything else. She watched her husband follow his wife out and sighed softly.

Shen Jianian put the child on the big bed in the bedroom, staring at his little face, and his uneasiness was relieved.

Fu Jichen went to the bathroom and took out a towel, wet it with warm water, wrung it out, took it out, and wiped her feet. Her ankles were cold when his fingers touched them.

He frowned but said nothing. He wiped her feet clean with his eyes lowered, pulled the quilt over her with one hand, got up and went to the bathroom.

Shen Jia looked at the child's sleeping face with soft eyebrows, as if there was only the child left in the world and nothing else.

Fu Jichen came out of the bathroom and looked at this scene. He had no other thoughts except feeling sad. After thinking for a moment, Fu Jichen walked up to the bed and held Shen Jianian's hand.

She raised her eyes slightly and shifted her attention from the child to his face. She saw that he had something to say, so she waited quietly for him to speak.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down. Fu Jichen squeezed her fingers and said in a dull voice: "Jianian, let's... go see a psychiatrist."

Tomorrow’s two updates will also be in the evening~