Chapter 2209 - 2211: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi
Chapter 2209: Chapter 2211: Jiang Nuan vs. Fu Yi
"You don’t have to be like this. My leg injury has nothing to do with you, you don’t have to feel obliged to take responsibility for me."
Fu Yi drank down the remaining coffee in the cup in one gulp, put the cup down, pushed away the chair, and stood up. From Jiang Nuan’s perspective, she could only see his lowered eyelids and eyelashes coated in the sunset glow.
"It’s late, go back home and rest early, you still have work tomorrow."
Seeing that he was about to leave, Jiang Nuan was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to ask him to stay just like before, and in her anxiety, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.
"Fu Yi, I have something to tell you, will you listen to me first?"
Fu Yi stopped, his gaze shifted from her slender fingers to her face, silent, "Go ahead."
Jiang Nuan took a breath of relief, raised her eyes, full of worry, "Promise me you won’t interrupt me first."
"..."
Why should he promise? She had the right to speak, and he also had the right to choose not to listen halfway through.
The expression on Jiang Nuan’s porcelain-white face was particularly stubborn, "Promise me first!"
Fu Yi moved, restrained his expression, and went to pull her hand away, "Say what you want to say, if you don’t want to, then forget it."
Jiang Nuan’s breath hitched, being coldly rejected by him for the first time. She was supposed to be scared enough to back down by his coldness, but her grip on his sleeve only tightened!
"Then leave."
Like a suddenly temperamental girlfriend, her tone was obviously tinged with pettiness.
Fu Yi truly didn’t want to stay any longer, fearing that if he did, the decision he had made with difficulty would crumble.
His gaze darkened, hearing her words, he reached out to pull Jiang Nuan’s hand away.
Once.
Didn’t loosen.
Twice.
Gripped tighter.
As time passed, he still hadn’t managed to pull away, and the irritation in his chest accumulated more and more, a shadow creeping onto his cold face, his lips involuntarily pressed together.
He realized that unless he used brute force, he couldn’t pull Jiang Nuan’s hand away, so he simply let go, his eyes deep, looking at Jiang Nuan, and said coldly, "How can I leave if you don’t let go?"
Jiang Nuan pressed her lips, as stubborn as always, "You’re free to go, I’m not stopping you. It’s my freedom to put my hand wherever I want."
Fu Yi’s temples throbbed, "Let go!"
His tone was a bit harsh.
Jiang Nuan held tighter than before, the small bones protruding at her knuckles, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his unyieldingly, sparks flying, "I won’t! If you have the guts, shake my hand off and leave."
She gripped forcefully, and forcibly pulling her hand away would certainly hurt her fingers, and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. But Jiang Nuan’s unreasonable attitude was clear, he couldn’t leave unless he shook her hand off!
Fu Yi only felt a heavy stone pressing on his chest, weighing down on his heart. With each breath, the stone pressed down an inch.
He grabbed the slender, fair wrist of the little woman, his brows tightly furrowed in frustration, "Nuannuan, what exactly do you want to do!"
Jiang Nuan held her head high, her slender neck like a swan’s, eyes tranquil like autumn water, "I want you to sit here and listen to me properly, without interrupting and without leaving."
The words "without leaving" were particularly gentle, like a feather gently drifting down onto Fu Yi’s heart.
Fu Yi could find a thousand reasons to refuse her, but couldn’t bring himself to say them.
Especially when he saw her eyes, moist and focused on him, even the hardest heart would soften.
"I shouldn’t have come out with you!"
He spoke as he stopped being stubborn, returned to his seat, pulled out the chair, and sat down again. Clearly still wearing a cold expression, with a face saying ’I refuse to talk to you,’ yet there was an unseen helplessness in his eyes.