Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 249 - 223: Protecting Ji Sang Has Become Instinct

Chapter 249: Chapter 223: Protecting Ji Sang Has Become Instinct

Fu Yisi watched the somewhat adorable Ji Sang, his heart having long since softened into a mass.

She had only complimented Ling Yuxuan a few times. Ling Yuxuan was just a young lad—what was there worth caring about.

Don’t be too excessive.

Fu Yisi told himself that in his heart.

He actually knew that, on a certain level, his possessiveness was somewhat frightening. Especially when it came to Ji Sang, he couldn’t stand others seeing her beauty, couldn’t stand others receiving too much of her attention, couldn’t stand others receiving her praise.

He would get jealous.

But he could still restrain these feelings because he didn’t want Ji Sang to feel constrained by his excessive possessiveness. It shouldn’t be that way—she loved photography so much, loved freedom, and was so outstanding and dazzling.

Fu Yisi raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose; what was he just doing?

In the short span of half a minute, Fu Yisi’s thoughts flew rapidly changing in his mind.

Indeed, he was very calm, able to quickly adjust himself even when he felt a tinge of sourness and discomfort in his heart.

All just to prevent Ji Sang from discovering his somewhat excessive possessiveness. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

Fu Yisi raised his hand, wanting to rub Ji Sang’s head and apologize, but the car was suddenly hit.

Ji Sang had just unbuckled her seatbelt, and the not-so-light impact caused her body to immediately lurch forward. Fu Yisi reacted instantly, his hand swiftly extending towards the dashboard in front of the passenger seat.

Just in time, Ji Sang’s head bumped into the back of Fu Yisi’s hand.

"Hisss-"

Ji Sang cried out in pain. The man, using one hand to undo his own seatbelt, hurriedly steadied Ji Sang.

"Let me see."

Fu Yisi lifted Ji Sang’s chin with his left hand, and was met with the noticeable swelling on her forehead, and her reddened eyes from the pain.

The corners of the man’s mouth were pursed, his throat tense.

"Do you feel dizzy?"

Ji Sang shook her head slightly.

"It hurts."

That hit just now might have made her a little dumbfounded.

The pain left her mind somewhat blank.

Fu Yisi’s voice was somewhat tight.

"We’re going to the hospital."

Ji Sang quickly grabbed his hand.

"No need, it only hurt a lot at the beginning, now it’s just a little bit sore."

"Really?"

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Fu Yisi was still not very reassured, holding Ji Sang’s chin to carefully examine for a long time. He even leaned in and, in a way reminiscent of coaxing a child, gently blew a few times.

"Does it still hurt?"

Such childish behavior was somewhat inconsistent with Fu Yisi’s usual image.

Ji Sang felt a bit like laughing, but as she began to smile and saw the man’s serious demeanor, her heart suddenly melted into a mess.

"Eh? After you blew on it, it seems like it doesn’t hurt anymore, huh?"

Then Fu Yisi, being a doctor, actually bent down and looked at Ji Sang.

"Really?"

"Mhm."

Fu Yisi then blew on Ji Sang’s bumped forehead for a long while.

It was only interrupted when the person who hit their car came up to knock on the window, breaking the childish yet tender atmosphere between them.

Fu Yisi’s expression changed rapidly. He rolled down the window, his eyes as if filled with ice, gazing at the person outside.

"Sorry, I couldn’t brake in time."

"If you can hit a car that’s stopped right here, then you should go to the hospital if your vision is bad."

"Sorry, so sorry, I was really sorry, I got a call, here’s what, I’ll leave you my phone number, the repair costs, I’ll compensate you later."

After saying that, the person outside handed over a business card.

Fu Yisi, not sparing the person outside another glance, naturally, did not bother with the business card passed over.

Today Fu Yisi was driving that Range Rover. Given the collision, the person’s car outside would likely have suffered more significant damage, comparatively.

But what Fu Yisi was concerned about wasn’t the damage to the car, but rather that Ji Sang had been hurt by the collision.

On other matters, Fu Yisi, due to his personality – cold, averse to trouble – would not care.

But this matter had hurt Ji Sang.

The man clearly didn’t want to resolve the matter with such a simple solution.

His left hand picked up the phone, ready to call the police.

People outside the car hurriedly spoke up,

"Brother, don’t, I really have an urgent matter, I couldn’t brake in time, my wife is still waiting for me at the hospital. Brother, please be kind, I promise I’ll compensate you."

He seemed desperate, his voice trembling.

Ji Sang spoke up,

"I don’t feel the pain anymore, let’s forget about it for now, we can talk about the compensation later."

Who knows, maybe the guy really had an emergency.

Fu Yisi’s lips were pressed tightly together, he didn’t say a word.

Clearly, he didn’t want to let it go so easily; at least on this matter, he wasn’t willing to be magnanimous.

The atmosphere grew somewhat tense.

Still, Ji Sang spoke up and let the person outside the car go first. After he had left, Ji Sang reached out to tug at Fu Yisi’s clothes.

"I really don’t feel the pain anymore."

Fu Yisi sighed.

"Do you still not want to casually unbuckle your seat belt?"

"Not anymore."

Ji Sang wrinkled her nose, then muttered softly,

"It’s all because you suddenly ignored me."

Fu Yisi: ....

It was his fault.

Ji Sang huffed lightly.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over and noticed that Fu Yisi’s right hand was hanging by his leg.

It had been that way since just now.

Ji Sang’s brow furrowed slightly, then remembered that when she hit her head, she clearly didn’t feel like it was against the dashboard.

"Let me see your right hand."

Ji Sang’s face looked rather unwell, and her voice was tense.

Fu Yisi’s right hand moved slightly and he smiled,

"Why do you need to see my right hand when it’s perfectly fine, huh?"

But Ji Sang remained serious,

"Fu Yisi, stop sidestepping the issue, show me your hand right now."

Fu Yisi was silent for a moment, then sighed

He lifted his right hand and brought it in front of Ji Sang.

The light inside the car wasn’t very bright, but Fu Yisi’s hand was very pale to begin with, so the large reddened and somewhat swollen area on the back of his hand was easily visible.

A surgeon’s hands are very important.

Twice now, including the last time at the police station and just now, Fu Yisi showed no mercy to his own hands for her sake.

Ji Sang’s nose tingled, and she mimicked what Fu Yisi had done earlier by bowing her head and blowing on his right hand.

As she blew, Ji Sang sniffed,

"Are you stupid?"

Fu Yisi used his left hand to rub Ji Sang’s head,

"Should I just watch you get hurt? Besides, it was an instinctive reaction."

His brain hadn’t even processed what had happened before his body had naturally made the decision.

Protecting Ji Sang had already taken root in Fu Yisi’s heart, it had become instinct.

Because Fu Yisi’s right hand was injured, Ji Sang insisted on switching drivers, and although she initially thought going to the hospital was making a fuss over nothing, she now suggested they should go to the hospital for a check-up.

She was worried something might happen to Fu Yisi’s hand.

It hadn’t been long since the last injury, and now it had been harshly hit again.

Coincidentally, Fu Yisi also wanted Ji Sang to get checked out.

As it happened, when the car stopped at the entrance of City First Hospital, Dean Han hurried out the door.

Seeing Fu Yisi and Ji Sang, he greeted them with a beaming smile,

"I’m going to be a grandfather, heh heh."