Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 165 A Strong Sense of Happiness (2)

Mi Jing just woke up from a nightmare, still shaken. Suddenly, she felt the bed sink nearby. Next, she fell into the embrace of a familiar figure, her waist wrapped by strong, muscular arms. His gentle voice flowed into her ears, calming her slightly.

Still scared, Mi Jing raised her head in a fluster, anxiety flickering in her eyes as she stared blankly at the enlarged handsome face in front of her and mumbled, "My face?"

"It’s okay, your face is fine, it healed a long time ago." Shen Lingxing gently patted Mi Jing’s back, comforting her softly, "Honey, did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmare?

Listening to Shen Lingxing’s question, Mi Jing fully came back to her senses. But the nightmare just now was too real and too terrifying, causing her to still feel a lingering fear.

The unease in her heart hadn’t dissipated; Mi Jing glanced at the window. Although there was no sunlight, the light coming from outside assured her it was still daytime, completely different from the darkness, eeriness, and coldness in the dream...

Slowly retracting her gaze, Mi Jing looked at Shen Lingxing again. Seeing his handsome face, she then buried her face into his chest suddenly, holding him tightly!

For no apparent reason, why would she have such a dream? Today was just the first time she officially met Zhao Yufan, why did he appear in her dream, and in such a terrifying nightmare?

Surrounded by a familiar scent, Mi Jing gradually calmed down and said muffled, "I had a terrible nightmare where not only was my face disfigured, but that person also choked me and stabbed my chest twice with a knife, scaring me to death."

No wonder, the first thing she was concerned about was her face.

Shen Lingxing chuckled lightly, "Silly girl, it’s just a dream, nothing real. I’m here, don’t be afraid."

His voice was soothing and gentle. Listening to it made Mi Jing feel a sense of peace, making her rely on him even more, "Then stay with me, don’t leave."

For the first time, Shen Lingxing felt Mi Jing relying on him so much. He was delighted and laughed softly, "I can’t."

"Oh." Mi Jing’s face was filled with disappointment, and her voice carried a hint of sadness, "You have to go back to work, right?"

"Not going back to work." Shen Lingxing withdrew his large hand from Mi Jing’s back, then caressed her head and tousled her hair, saying, "You’re drenched in cold sweat, I need to get you some clothes to change into."

Hearing this, Mi Jing lifted her eyes, glanced at Shen Lingxing’s chest, and only then did she realize that his navy jacket was stained with faint marks of water, no, to be exact, it was her cold sweat.

To prevent Mi Jing from catching a chill, Shen Lingxing used a tissue to wipe the cold sweat off her face and neck, then wrapped her tightly in a blanket before turning around and heading to the closet to find her clothes.

Since she needed to change clothes, Mi Jing simply went into the bathroom for a hot shower. So when Shen Lingxing returned from the closet, Mi Jing was no longer on the bed, and the quiet atmosphere was lightly filled with the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Knock, knock—

Shen Lingxing, holding Mi Jing’s pajamas, walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand, and knocked, then called out, "Honey, clothes."

Two seconds later, the bathroom door opened a small crack, and steam floated out along with a small, fair hand reaching out. The delicate jade-like hand was so fair that it seemed as if it could drip water immediately, white as the first snow, yet not a trace of paleness could be seen. And it wasn’t just her hands that were tender and fair!

Suddenly, Shen Lingxing couldn’t help but have his mind wander, flashes of certain images swept through his brain, and a rush of hot blood surged down to his lower abdomen!

"Give it to me." As the soft and clear voice fell, the small hand waved. Shen Lingxing snapped back to reality, resisting the urge to barge in, and quickly handed the pajamas to Mi Jing.

Given the cold weather, Shen Lingxing didn’t want Mi Jing to catch a cold due to a moment of impulse.

Striding into his study, Shen Lingxing opened the files on the table. Originally, he came back to get these documents. After hearing Chu Chen go on and on about Mi Jing on the phone, his mind couldn’t fully concentrate, so he planned to check on Mi Jing while he came back to pick up the files. But upon returning, he no longer wanted to go back to the hospital. Anyway, there were no surgeries scheduled for today; some matters could be handled by Jiang Jian, so he took out his phone and called Jiang Jian, gave some instructions, then hung up and went downstairs.

Ring, ring, ring—

The sudden ring of the landline broke the silence in the house. Shen Lingxing was boiling water to make tea when he heard the phone and immediately put his task on hold to answer it in the living room.

"Hello, Mr. Shen, good day. This is the security guard of the community. Someone wants to deliver a pot of black roses to you. May we let them in?" The moment Shen Lingxing picked up the phone, he heard the organized and brief report from the security guard.

Black roses?

Chu Chen mentioned on the phone that he saw Mi Jing and Zhao Yufan in a glass rose house, so these roses...

Thinking of this, Shen Lingxing’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Who sent them?"

"A person named Professor Yang." The security guard on the other end paused, probably asking the person delivering the flowers, then replied to Shen Lingxing.

Professor Yang was Zhao Yufan’s aunt, which Shen Lingxing had learned from Chu Chen, so it wasn’t impossible for Zhao Yufan to borrow Professor Yang’s name to send flowers to Mi Jing.

"Tell the person delivering the flowers that I am allergic to pollen and cannot have flowers at home, and convey my thanks." With that, Shen Lingxing hung up the phone with a click.

A mere pot of flowers trying to win over his wife?

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"Who was on the phone just now?" Mi Jing came downstairs and saw Shen Lingxing’s gloomy face, feeling puzzled about who had upset him.

"Just a boring scam call."

Shen Lingxing casually made up an excuse, and Mi Jing believed it, asking no more questions.

Afterwards, Shen Lingxing walked into the kitchen to continue making tea. Mi Jing, curious, followed him in.

"What’s this?" Mi Jing asked with wide eyes as she saw Shen Lingxing put something different from usual tea leaves into the teapot.

"Herbal medicine." Shen Lingxing replied concisely.

"Are you sick?" Mi Jing asked with slight concern, staring at Shen Lingxing’s sharply defined handsome profile.

"No."

Then this is...

Alarm bells rang in Mi Jing’s mind. Was this meant for her?

Herbal medicine is terribly bitter, isn’t it?

Though she was a foodie, she really didn’t like herbal medicine, which was both bitter and foul-smelling—she disliked it extremely!

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