Chapter 347 Don’t you hate me?

Chapter 347 Don’t you hate me?

"Come in."

Fu Yusheng opened the bedroom door with a tray in his hand. His eyes swept across the sleeping Fu Chen, and then across Song Yan. She was not asleep, not even lying on the bed. She sat with her back straight, looking at the bright moon in the sky outside the French window. To him, she was like a doll.

A person without life and emotion.

"Are you feeling okay?" He put the tray on the coffee table in front of the French window and turned to look at her. She was still a little pale because of the fever, but Fu Yusheng knew that she was troubled by something else. "Do you want to take the medicine first or drink the chicken soup first?"

"Give me the medicine," she said, finally turning to look at him, with a look in her eyes that Fu Yusheng couldn't understand. "I have a headache. Take the medicine first, wash off the taste with chicken soup, and then go to bed. You know I don't like bitter things."

"I know," Fu Yusheng handed Song Yan the antipyretic medicine and a glass of water. "You shouldn't let the medicine dissolve and swallow it all in one go. You hate taking medicine because you always let them dissolve in your mouth and then drink it. Try swallowing them first and then drink the water."

"Don't nag so much, wrinkles will appear earlier." She took the pills from him and put them into her mouth one by one. "If this happens, then what's the point of marrying you? After all, I married you for your face and money, right? So take better care of yourself."

Fu Yusheng rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, dragged the chair behind the coffee table to the bedside, and watched Song Yan do the opposite, put it down and immediately drank the water. She put the pill in her mouth and paid immediately.

Her face wrinkled with bitterness and she coughed loudly and retched, the bitter taste filling her mouth.

"Here you go," he handed her a cup of chicken soup and sighed softly. "I told you to swallow the medicine first, not drink it all at once. How come you're almost thirty and still don't know how to drink medicine?"

"Shut up," she coughed and took a sip of chicken soup. The creamy taste of the soup washed away the bitter taste in her mouth, and Song Yan sighed contentedly. "I rarely get sick, so I don't need to learn how to take medicine correctly."

Compared to other people, her yin energy has always been high, so she rarely gets sick. This was a very rare time for her to get sick, and it was very serious.

"You should learn something, even if it's useless to you." Fu Yusheng replied, he wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he knew she wouldn't tell him, so even though he felt bad seeing her like this, he could only wait until she recovered before asking. What was going on in her mind.

Song Yan didn't answer. She took a sip of the chicken soup and smiled softly. "You added a lot of herbs in it. It tastes really good."

"Chen Chen told me that you always buy herbs and add them to your meals and bath water." These days, Fu Chen has become closer to Fu Yusheng. Although he cannot be said to be really close to his father, at least it is no longer as painful as before when Fu Yusheng came to see him.

The two chatted about many topics that interested them. During one of the conversations, Fu Chen told him that Song Yan would always buy a lot of herbs when he got a large sum of money.

"I thought it might come in handy while you're recovering, so I asked Assistant Xu to send a bunch to my apartment in advance." Fu Yusheng didn't quite understand what Song Yan was doing. He tried to fit into her world, but he could feel that she always kept her distance from him instead of blaming her. "That's why I use traditional medicine methods to cook these days."

"I know, I noticed it without you saying anything," Song Yan was indifferent to Fu Yusheng's attempt to get close to her, but she was not blind, she could see that he was sincerely caring for her, but it was not enough. She felt his warmth, but it was far from enough to fill her cold heart that had stopped beating long ago. "Yusheng, you don't have to care about me so much. After all, you never cared about me. Are you afraid that I will take Chen Chen away from you, or because Mr. Fu has returned to China, why are you taking care of me? Suddenly?"

"You must have a fever, don't you?" Fu Yusheng said calmly, looking at Song Yan, who looked at him sharply, and it was obvious that her brain was already feverish. She was so fragile, she wasn't wearing fashionable clothes, nor did she have the kind of unkind aura that wrapped her up like a cocoon, this wasn't good, oh, this wasn't good... Song Yan absolutely couldn't be so fragile, she had to be strong. "I'm just taking care of you because that's what I should do."

"Don't you hate me?