Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband

Chapter 107: Chapter 81: Don’t Try Too Hard

After Ji Sang sent a general description of the situation to Su Ge, he replied with a single line:

Ah Shang, you really hit the jackpot.

Yes, indeed, isn’t it a jackpot? She never expected that this arranged marriage could go this far. Without any emotional foundation, Fu Yisi was able to fulfill all his duties as a husband completely.

It is precisely because of his actions that he provided her with the sense of security she had always lacked.

It seems, a person like Fu Yisi is very hard not to like.

Whether it’s his aloof coldness or the tenderness and doting that occasionally shows in front of her, he really attracts other people’s attention easily.

Sometimes she can’t help but wonder

If it had not been her at the blind date with him, what would his reaction have been?

Would he have proposed marriage from the start? Would he treat her with the same dedication?

Then, Ji Sang found that she didn’t really like this hypothetical scenario.

After all, she was the one who had the blind date with Fu Yisi, married him, and she is the one he likes now. Why should she think about a hypothetical situation that couldn’t possibly exist?

Ji Sang put down her phone and lay peacefully in the bathtub, enjoying the tranquility and happiness of the moment. However, when her gaze fell on the marks on her collarbone and waist, her face still uncontrollably blushed.

She didn’t feel much about it earlier downstairs, but now the embarrassment started to surge.

She has always known how tempting Fu Yisi’s abstinent demeanor is.

But she never anticipated that when this man desired, it would be like this.

Completely irresistible.

The air in the bathroom seemed to become thin all of a sudden, and Ji Sang didn’t continue to soak but quickly cleaned herself and put on a bathrobe.

Passing by the mirror, she caught sight of the marks on her neck and collarbone, and with a blushing face, she grasped the bathrobe’s neckline, wrapping it tight again. It wasn’t until she sat down at the vanity to do her skincare routine that she suddenly realized

With so many marks on her neck, what was she going to do at work tomorrow?

Ji Sang wrinkled her brows in annoyance, mumbling softly,

“Fu Yisi is like a dog.”

Biting her neck, collarbone, there’s not a single spot that looks presentable.

How much concealer would she need to use tomorrow?

The man who had just tidied up downstairs and rushed up heard this remark. His delicate brows moved slightly; as he walked behind Ji Sang, he propped his hand on the vanity, positioning himself to encircle her in his arms,

“What did you say?”

Ji Sang got startled by him, shooting him a glare,

“How come you came up without making a sound?”

She had been scared like this several times.

Fu Yisi casually picked up a strand of Ji Sang’s hair, as if checking if it was completely dry,

“What did you just say?”

Ji Sang: ….

“No… nothing.”

Ji Sang somewhat guiltily avoided Fu Yisi’s gaze in the mirror, uncomfortably lifting her bathrobe’s neckline a bit more.

But there were simply too many marks; no matter how she adjusted, she couldn’t completely cover them up.

Fu Yisi noticed her movements and naturally saw those red marks. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand came to rest on the nape of her neck, stroking lightly a few times.

Suddenly, the man clicked his tongue as if in regret or helplessness,

Ji Sang: ….

“What’s wrong?”

Fu Yisi stared at the marks somewhat absent-mindedly,

“When will these fade?”

“… I’m not sure.”

She was also being given hickeys for the first time, and, given how forceful Fu Yisi had been, she wasn’t too clear when the marks would fade.

“This way….”

Fu Yisi’s voice was very soft as he adjusted Ji Sang’s collar for her.

“We still need to be careful in the future”

Can’t exert too much force.

“… …”

Ji Sang really doesn’t want to, and doesn’t have the thick skin to discuss this topic with Fu Yisi. After quickly tending to things, she sat on the bed. Fu Yisi also took his clothes and entered the bathroom.

At this moment, Ji Sang remembered that her intention today was to get Fu Yisi to look at that picture of Red Roses.

It’s already nine o’clock now; typically, they go to sleep around ten-thirty. Normally, after showering at this time, Fu Yisi wouldn’t go to the study but would sit by the bed and read medical journals.

How to get him to go to the study?

Until Fu Yisi finished showering and came out, Ji Sang couldn’t think of a way. Fu Yisi, as usual, casually wiped his hair and then lifted the quilt to sit next to Ji Sang.

The moment he picked up the journal, Ji Sang suddenly turned towards him.

“This journal is all in English.”

The man paused his movements, looking at her strangely.

He had been reading this journal for two days and, although they didn’t talk much before sleep, he didn’t believe that the little woman didn’t know this was an English journal.

Moreover, she wasn’t the type to be curious about journals.

So…

Was there something on her mind?

The man subtly raised his eyebrows, took the journal, and specifically showed it to Ji Sang.

Ji Sang touched her nose, aware that her question was somewhat silly, then sat back down and pretended to tap on her phone, casually asking,

“Have you finished all your work at the hospital?”

“Mhm.”

Fu Yisi stopped the movement of flipping the page, his fingers lightly tapping, as if waiting for Ji Sang’s next move.

“Mhm… Can I also take a book to read? I don’t seem to be very sleepy.”

“Read this kind?”

The man slightly raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to look at the woman who was clearly uncomfortable.

Most books in his study were related to medicine; the others were about business, stock investments, and such.

As far as he understood Ji Sang, she wouldn’t be interested in these types of books.

“Mhm… Can you pick one for me, please?”

Ji Sang didn’t care how abnormal her behavior was at the moment. Fu Yisi must have already sensed something was amiss, so she simply thickened her skin further.

“Hm?”

Ji Sang tugged at the man’s sleeve.

“Is that okay?”

Fu Yisi looked down at Ji Sang’s expectant eyes, slightly surprised.

What was it that made her resort to acting coy?

“Okay.”

The man closed the journal, threw off the thin blanket, and got out of the bed. As he left the bedroom, Ji Sang also quietly got out of bed and followed behind.

The study wasn’t far from the bedroom. Ji Sang had just reached the doorway when Fu Yisi had already entered the study.

Moonlight streamed like water, with occasional chirps of summer creatures from outside.

The man stood at the doorway of the study, stunned.

The fiery red roses appeared so vivid, radiant, and intensely alive before his eyes.

It was just like that day when he had bought the fresh flowers, still dazzling and lively.

No wonder.

No wonder this woman was a bit different tonight; it turned out she had prepared this.

Fu Yisi suddenly raised his hand to his forehead, turned around, stared at the empty doorway, and said with a light laugh,

“Aren’t you coming to admire them with me?”

Ji Sang, hiding quietly at the door: …