Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 276 - 250: Young Master, Have You Really Handled a Gun Before?

Chapter 276: Chapter 250: Young Master, Have You Really Handled a Gun Before?

Fu Yisi’s expression was indecipherable, his head lowered as he looked at Ji Sang in his arms, silent for a long, long time.

So long that Wu Jing’s legs began to tremble, so long that even the composed Cao Zheng started to worry about Wu Jing’s recklessness.

"Hmm..."

Ji Sang in the man’s arms moved slightly, breaking the heavy chill in the room.

Fu Yisi gently patted her back as usual, hoping to make her sleep more peacefully. However, unexpectedly, Ji Sang opened her eyes, looking at Fu Yisi with a confused expression.

In her subconscious, she was still worried about Fu Yisi’s injury.

So, she couldn’t sleep peacefully at all.

"Didn’t you sleep?"

Ji Sang’s voice was a bit hoarse and soft, very different from her usual cool tone. Wu Jing, being younger, raised his head curiously to peek at the bed despite his fear upon hearing the unusual voice.

But he only dared to take one look.

Fearing discovery by the young master, which would only make things worse for him.

What Wu Jing didn’t know was that Fu Yisi’s possessiveness and keenness were indeed somewhat astonishing.

Even just a look, Fu Yisi noticed extremely quickly.

But Wu Jing should be thankful that Ji Sang was still in Fu Yisi’s arms at that moment.

The man was always different in front of Ji Sang and others.

"Dozed off a bit, not sleepy, sleep some more?"

Ji Sang snuggled in Fu Yisi’s arms, shook her head,

"No more sleep."

She was there to take care of him; how could she comfortably sleep in a hospital bed?

The man didn’t insist.

It was only when Ji Sang sat up that she noticed there were two other people standing in the room.

Ji Sang: ....

She touched the back of her neck with her hand, her face slightly reddened. Were these two people watching her as she woke up??

"Cough cough... Were you discussing something?"

Only then did Fu Yisi look up at Cao Zheng and Wu Jing.

"The discussion is over, go now, Wu Jing, a 30kg load for 10 kilometers."

Wu Jing: ....

30kg load for 10 kilometers... Although their previous training was similar to military, this level of punishment could skin him alive!

Although he was inwardly crying out, Wu Jing had to agree without any complaints.

Cao Zheng was just slightly surprised, but didn’t make any move to help.

After the two left the room, Ji Sang then asked,

"Why did you make him run so far with a load?"

Fu Yisi lowered his eyes, not letting Ji Sang see the emotions inside, while playing with her hair,

"He did something wrong."

If you make a mistake, you should be punished.

But what did he do wrong?

Ji Sang slightly frowned, remembering what Wu Jing said outside the operating room.

She pursed her lips, buried her head in Fu Yisi’s shoulder, and then asked,

"How about I make porridge for you tonight?"

His diet had recently been restricted to just soup and porridge.

Fu Yisi’s hospital room was a VIP one with a small kitchen included, ample for Ji Sang to prepare dinner for Fu Yisi.

But...

After the appendicitis surgery, one must pass gas before they can eat.

Initially, Ji Sang was not aware of this. She only found out from the nurse who came to check, after waiting a long time for Fu Yisi to eat the porridge but he kept avoiding it.

Unusually, there was a light blush on Fu Yisi’s face.

Ji Sang couldn’t help but laugh, teasing,

"Is this matter so difficult to speak of?"

Fu Yisi pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It’s not that it’s difficult to speak of, it’s just..."

He had previously gotten a stomach ache in front of her; though he didn’t collapse, it was still somewhat embarrassing. He wanted to maintain a good image in front of Ji Sang.

Ji Sang actually understood this, but she still wanted to tease Fu Yisi.

"Hey, if I were the one who had the surgery, would you despise me?"

"No."

The man quickly replied, then furrowed his brows and added,

"You wouldn’t know how to operate."

Ji Sang: ...

"Just now, the nurse taught me how to promote gas expulsion. Want to try it?"

Appendicitis surgeries like these were completely manageable during Fu Yisi’s internship, so he naturally knew various methods for gas expulsion.

He gladly agreed.

However, what the man thought was applying a hot compress and massaging the abdomen in a clockwise direction, while Ji Sang learned to massage the Zusanli acupoint.

Although both involved massage, the differences were significant.

Fu Yisi could squat down without reservation to wipe Ji Sang’s feet clean, yet he was reluctant to have her camera-holding hands press on his own feet.

The man withdrew his legs slightly.

"No need, it’s ticklish."

Ji Sang: ???????

She hadn’t even touched him yet?

Fu Yisi gestured with his hand, asking Ji Sang to come closer,

"There’s another method that’s even more effective."

"Hmm?"

The man then had Ji Sang go to the bathroom and get a hot towel.

By the time Ji Sang returned, Fu Yisi had consciously rolled up his clothes.

Revealed before her were his surgical scar and... his impressive abs and Adonis belt.

Ji Sang hesitated,

"Is this... really okay?"

She was afraid of touching his wound.

"Hmm, after the hot compress, just massage for a while, it’s much more effective than the previous method."

Concerned about touching the surgical scar, Ji Sang knelt on one knee on the bed and focused intensely on massaging Fu Yisi, occasionally checking on how he felt.

Originally, Fu Yisi just wanted to tease her but didn’t expect to make himself uncomfortable.

His breathing became a bit unstable, and with only the two of them in the hospital room, it was very quiet. Ji Sang immediately noticed it, and her massage movements ceased.

Why did it feel, a bit strange?

After stopping, the touch under her hands felt even more real.

She could even faintly feel the pulsation beneath the Adonis belt’s vein.

Ji Sang: .....

"Fu Yisi, are you doing this on purpose?"

The man did not deny it; perhaps because of his injury, even his self-control was lower than usual.

His breathing was somewhat heavy.

Ji Sang immediately got off the bed and avoided looking at the man on the bed,

Her face flushed with embarrassment.

Because she had just caught the moment Fu Yisi reacted.

Since they had genuinely slept together, Ji Sang had never directly seen that place change.

Just now, she saw it from such a close distance.

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became, the more shocking it was, and the air here seemed to be thinning, stifling her. Ji Sang quickly grabbed the towel and went directly into the bathroom.

Fu Yisi: ...

The man raised his hand to his forehead.

Did he just dig his own grave?

...

After running thirty kilometers with weight, Wu Jing was spent and lay on the ground motionless, only the sound of him gasping for breath proving he was still alive.

Cao Zheng stood with his hands behind his back,

"Can you still go on?"

Wu Jing silently smiled, his voice hoarse,

"Won’t die."

Only then did Cao Zheng sit down, looking up at the night sky.

"Take this experience as a lesson; things that shouldn’t be said should stay buried deep in one’s heart."

Wu Jing was young, having been with the Fu Family’s security team for only two years and specifically with the team dedicated to Fu Yisi for just a year. He had only heard about Fu Yisi’s past from some seniors.

"Brother Zheng, did the young master really... handle guns before?"