At Family Mu’s Hospital, the wounded couple Shangguan Ning and Jing Yichen had gotten slightly better in spirit and body. Jing Yichen still couldn’t get off the bed, but had slightly better facial expressions compared to yesterday.
Jing Yichen had driven out all the bodyguards from the room. He didn’t want his conversation with his wife to be heard by those people.
Shangguan Ning stayed right next to Jing Yichen. She couldn’t change the medicine for him because of her own injured arm, so Mu Qing had to do the job. But she didn’t want the nurses to feed him. She fed Jing Yichen herself with her uninjured arm.
Shangguan Ning was annoyed just by the thought of her husband being fed by a nurse. She would probably lose it if she really saw it happening.
Although the woman was the nurse at the hospital, still she was a woman!
Seeing his wife driving out the enthusiastic nurse out of the ward again, Jing Yichen smiled secretly.
She really was a jealous woman!
Even if Shangguan Ning hadn’t turned down the nurses, Jing Yichen would not have accepted it. He wouldn’t accept being fed by anyone else than Shangguan Ning, be it a woman or a man. He would rather pick up the spoon to feed himself and tolerate the pain.
Shangguan Ning had hurt her upper right arm. So she couldn’t use it to a great deal these days and her continuous use of her left hand had made it more flexible.
Jing Yichen’s sickbed could be adjusted automatically, saving Shangguan Ning’s strength to help him up.
She pressed the button and the upper side of the sickbed was raised.
She used her left hand to put the white towel in warm water to soak it. Then she wrung the towel half dry, spread it open and wiped Jing Yichen’s hands and face.
She brought the porridge to the bed and tasted it to check for its temperature. Finally, she scooped one spoonful and raised it to Jing Yichen’s lips.
Seeing her determined efforts and no care for her own pain, Jing Yichen felt his heart soften.
If that killer had not killed himself, he wouldn’t have allowed him to die so easily. He would have definitely made him taste what it was like to stay alive and suffer.
Jing Yichen opened his mouth and swallowed down the porridge obediently even though he hated it.
No one had taken such good care of him ever like this even when he had got seriously sick or injured. She took care of him as if he were a kid, cleaning him, helping him dress and feeding him.
It felt really nice to be taken care of by someone so lovingly. That made Jing Yichen feel that he was a family man now instead of being alone.
Suddenly a thought struck him and he said, “Did you take care of Xie Zhuojun in this way earlier?”
He looked unhappy and sounded quite displeased as if his treasure had been robbed by someone.
Startled, Shangguan Ning burst into laughter.
She stuffed the last spoonful of porridge into Jing Yichen’s mouth and chuckled. “Don’t worry. I never fed him, because when he woke up from the coma, his limbs were too stiff to move. In order to recover as soon as possible, he had to use the chopsticks to feed himself, as per the doctor’s instructions. So, I and the other two nurses never fed him.”
“Although I was engaged to him, I barely talked with him. I even felt embarrassed to do anything for him. So the two professional nurses did everything and I was only in charge of telling him stories.”
Jing Yichen knew very well how shy Shangguan Ning could get. She was definitely not someone who would get close to any man for no reason. When he had just married Shangguan Ning, she even flushed when he touched her hands and would get completely red in the face when he said something lustful.
Jing Yichen felt better, but the next minute he pouted childishly. “I want to hear stories too!”
Shangguan Ning chuckled. She lowered his bed and said gently, “Alright, Baby Jing, but can you allow your wife to eat first so that she can tell you stories on a full stomach?”
Baby Jing?
The name sounded terrible.
But before Jing Yichen objected, Shangguan Ning said proudly, “How does the name sound? Let’s name our son Baby Jing in the future, easy to remember and speak. Sounds very much like a happy name.”
Jing Yichen’s eyes sank. He said helplessly, “My wife, can we not name our son this easily? Don’t you want to consult his father?”Read more chapter on NovelFull
He would be the heir of Family Jing. And he would be the President of Jingsheng Enterprise in the future. President Baby? His wife was indeed creative.
Jing Yichen decided that when they had a son in the future, Shangguan Ning was definitely not going to name their child. Her ideas were terrible.
Speaking of that, when were they going to have a son? They had been married for half a year now and her stomach was still silent. Maybe Mu Qing should conduct a check up.
Seeing Shangguan Ning finishing her breakfast and her injured arm, Jing Yichen gave up the idea of making her tell the stories.
When she finished the food and the nurse removed the tableware, Jing Yichen patted the empty place next to him. “Come, lie down here.”
“If I move I will hurt your wound.” Shangguan Ning disagreed. “Didn’t you want me to tell you a story? I will sit by your side and tell you the story, alright?”
“I am not a three-year-old child or a broken-headed vegetative man. What do I need stories for? I was just joking. Come to my side. I want to hold you. If you don’t come, I will get up to bring you here, myself.”
Shangguan Ning compromised instantly. “Alright, alright! I will lie down with you. You stay still.”
Jing Yichen might really have done what he said. But his wound would bleed again if he moved.
Shangguan Ning, who was dressed in a set of baggy patient gown, removed her slippers and lied down to Jing Yichen who was also dressed in a patient gown but still looked extremely good.
Jing Yichen stretched out his arm to bring her closer and Shangguan Ning also took hold his waist. That made them finally feel at ease.
“Yichen, you mustn’t do that again next time, okay? I was so scared!”
Shangguan Ning’s voice was low. She didn’t dare think back to what happened two days earlier, because whenever she thought about that, her heart ached and she started to cry.
Jing Yichen knew what she meant. Ignoring the pain on his wound, he turned and kissed her forehead as he said softly, “There won’t be a next time.”
If there was a next time, I am still going to stand before you, without a doubt.
