Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 17 - 9: Fancy a Jawline, Huh?

Ji Sang was truly astonished by Fu Yisi's attentiveness and thought to herself: As expected of a surgeon, his observational power is impressive.

Sitting opposite her, Fu Yisi seemed as if he had seen through her thoughts, his hand idly playing with his cuff.

"Go ahead and eat if you're hungry."

These four simple words were Fu Yisi's slight apology for having made Ji Sang wait for so long. He was a man of few words, not one to speak clearly, but Ji Sang inexplicably understood what he meant.

She thought that although her husband seemed aloof, if she paid attention to his words, she would discover his thoughtfulness. Besides, she found it more relaxing to be around someone who spoke less.

With these thoughts, Ji Sang's brows and eyes relaxed, and even the corners of her eyes carried a trace of joy that she herself didn't notice.

How could she not be happy?

Initially, she had opted for an arranged marriage just to keep her parents from worrying, without any fantasies about her future partner or even the expectation of living together peacefully. But now, it seemed, reality was much better than she had imagined.

And her husband's facial features were simply perfect – she might even be able to convince him to become her model someday.

Ji Sang was secretly scheming her photography plans when she noticed Fu Yisi squinting from across the table.

He had only said a few words – how had this woman suddenly become so cheerful?

He poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Ji Sang.

"We need to go back home this weekend."

Ji Sang looked up from her daydreams to meet Fu Yisi's deep and dark eyes, which seemed to swirl with some emotion she couldn't understand. She felt a sudden sense of oppression and just nodded subconsciously.

On the day she returned, her mother-in-law Ye Lin had already told her that Fu Yisi was not fond of staying at home, often not showing up for months, and reminded her to frequently take Fu Yisi to visit the Fu Family.

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Now, not long after their last visit, Fu Yisi was the one who mentioned going back.

Ji Sang looked down at the cup in her hand, sensing the warmth of the water. She had always been sensitive to what people said, a trait honed by her environment since childhood.

Perhaps this weekend marked a special occasion.

The meal was eaten in an unusual silence.

Ji Sang usually loved dining like this, but for some reason, she felt a bit restless today.

Fu Yisi was deeply distressed.

That was the conclusion she had reached by the end of the meal.

Even though he remained outwardly unaffected, she could still sense an undercurrent of emotion in his solemn eyes.

On the way back, Ji Sang couldn't help but glance over at Fu Yisi several times. She wanted to offer words of comfort but didn't know what to say.

She didn't know why Fu Yisi was suddenly sad, and even if she did, she wasn't very good at offering comfort.

Maybe it was because she had seen Fu Yisi's smile in the hospital garden, or perhaps it was because he had helped her twice in one day, or maybe it was his attentiveness that made her feel that this seemingly cold and indifferent man was actually tenderhearted inside.

Because she had felt a bit of warmth from him.

So, she couldn't help wanting to be nicer to him.

Fu Yisi observed every movement of Ji Sang, and just as he was about to ask her something, the woman in the passenger seat finally turned to him, as if mustering her courage, and asked,

"Are you... unhappy?"

What was clearly a question came out as a statement from Ji Sang.

Fu Yisi turned his head to look at her; Ji Sang's eyes were not dimmed by the night, still clear and bright. It was precisely this clarity that told him she could see through everything.

No one had ever been able to discern his feelings before, but his wife of half a year, with whom he had lived for only two days, did so effortlessly.

Fu Yisi's gaze was too profound, and this silent scrutiny made Ji Sang feel out of place; panic flashed across her eyes, and she quickly turned away.

"I'm not..."

Before she could finish, a pedestrian suddenly jaywalked, and the car was about to crash into them.

"Watch out!"

Ji Sang's eyes widened as she quickly spoke up, but Fu Yisi had already turned and braked in time.

The car finally stopped in front of the pedestrian. Ji Sang patted her chest, relieved, but then the car was suddenly hit hard from behind, thrusting her violently forward. The seatbelt dug painfully into her abdomen.

Especially since she had just had a full meal, the pressure on her stomach almost instantly made her feel nauseous.

Fu Yisi had not expected this turn of events either. He turned to look at Ji Sang, whose face had just regained its color but in an instant turned pale – his brow furrowed deeply.

He immediately reached out to unbuckle her seatbelt, carefully checking for any other injuries.

Luckily, the car behind them managed an emergency brake, otherwise, the impact would not have been so light.

Meanwhile, the jaywalking pedestrian, startled by the incident, fled the scene without waiting for anyone to exit the car.

Ji Sang saw this happen and patted Fu Yisi's hand, which was checking on her.

"He's run away."

Fu Yisi was not concerned with the traffic violator; after verifying that the woman was not hurt elsewhere, he finally moved away from her.

The tension in his forehead eased, but his face turned colder in a way Ji Sang had never seen before.

The car owner behind had already gotten out, cursing and swearing, rudely banging on the window on the driver's side, loud enough for Ji Sang to hear clearly.

Dr. Fu had no intention of getting out of the car and simply rolled down the window.

The vulgar words from the man outside became even clearer, but Dr. Fu did not even glance at him, and then the cursing man slowly fell silent.

This was the best demonstration of the innate authority of a man who had grown up in a wealthy family with profound heritage.

As if unable to contain his irritation, the man outside uttered another sentence,

"Can't you drive?"

But this sentence had already lost its previous aggressiveness.

Dr. Fu's right hand rested on the steering wheel, and he spoke unhurriedly,

"Check the surveillance, there was a pedestrian running a red light ahead, and as for you, you didn't maintain a proper distance."

Finally, Dr. Fu turned his head to look at the man outside,

"Do you still want to claim compensation?"

His fingers lightly tapped a few times on the steering wheel, as if sounding the drums in the man's heart.

The man instantly widened his eyes, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and in the end left with a frustrated "f***."

A few brief sentences had resolved the issue. Sitting aside, Ji Sang watched his undisturbed demeanor and couldn't help but marvel.

Truly a member of the Fu Family.

Even though he had not taken over the Fu Family's business, and was only a doctor, he still exuded an undeniable presence.

Dr. Fu turned his head back, not missing the hint of surprise and admiration that flickered through Ji Sang's eyes. His elegant brows twitched slightly, pushing her leaning body back into the seat, then leaned in to fasten her seatbelt again before stepping on the accelerator to leave.

The car stopped at Dr. Fu's apartment near the hospital, and Ji Sang realized how different Dr. Fu's other car was compared to the one they were in.

If this silver-gray Volvo S90 they were in matched Dr. Fu's understated and cool doctor image completely, then the Range Rover in the garage couldn't be further from Dr. Fu's persona.

Two completely different styles.

Ji Sang bit her lip, no wonder he had let her go to the hospital to find him this morning; for her, driving this Volvo was indeed much more convenient and comfortable than a Range Rover.

The Volvo's rear end had been damaged, so they left it in the apartment's parking garage.

When Dr. Fu sat in the driver's seat, he strangely melded with the domineering aura of the car. His demeanor was no longer the restrained Dr. Fu.

Ji Sang faintly felt that this was the real Dr. Fu.

Along the way, Dr. Fu's expression wasn't good, and the car's speed was much faster than before. When they arrived home, Dr. Fu went straight upstairs to the bedroom.

Ji Sang sat alone on the sofa, rubbing her stomach while falling into contemplation about the promotional video.

During work, it was hard for her attention to be diverted.

But this time, she couldn't help but continuously recall the lines of his jaw.

Dr. Fu had attractive collarbones and a sexy Adam's apple, and she could vaguely sense that his physique under the white coat was impressive. What about a uniform series? The austere temptation of a doctor, the scornful mockery of a wealthy heir... The more Ji Sang thought about it, the brighter her eyes shone.

She was certain that when shot, it would be stunning.

Ji Sang was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice when Dr. Fu had finished showering and came down, until a strip of pills appeared before her.

Looking up in a daze, Ji Sang's eyes were somewhat hazy, still not having extricated herself from her recent fantasies, only to find that Dr. Fu standing in front of her was only wearing a bathrobe!

Exactly like the fantasy she just imagined!

Sexy, abstinent to the point of being fatal.

Ji Sang subconsciously held her breath, unwilling to disturb this moment of beauty.

Dr. Fu clearly had no idea how impacted Ji Sang was by his appearance,

"Take this, it will make you feel better, one is enough."

Ji Sang blinked, then realizing that what he held in his hand was something like a digestive tablet.

"Hmm?"

The person sitting on the sofa had not responded for a full half a minute, Dr. Fu raised an eyebrow, looking at her gaze fixed on himself, his brow slightly raised, and then he thought of what he said when the woman had escaped from his arms in the garden.

Do you like jawlines?

"Ha."

The man's low and sexy voice squeezed out of his throat, successfully calling Ji Sang's soul back.

She looked up and met his somewhat teasing, even mocking gaze, and boom—Ji Sang's face turned as red as if she were in a sauna.

"Cough, cough, thank you."

Dodging the gaze in a fluster, Ji Sang reached out to take the digestive tablet from his hand, but failed.

Sensing the strength on his hand, Ji Sang looked up, puzzled, only for the man to lean down slightly, stopping just a few centimeters from her.

"You like jawlines, huh?"

The suggestive tone at the end of his words was so sexy that it made Ji Sang's heart skip a few beats.