Chương 95: The Scars on His Back
And what was that scent on her? It smelled so good.
"Xiangsi," Fu Hanjiang tried to suppress the budding feelings within him, "what perfume are you using?"
"Hmm?"
Sheng Xiangsi was taken aback. "Perfume?"
She almost imperceptibly curled her lips. How could she afford such a thing?
"No perfume. It must be the scent of my shampoo."
Once the disinfectant had dried, she carefully placed a band-aid on his wound. "All done."
She let go, tidied up, and stood to throw away the trash.
"Oh."
Fu Hanjiang nodded, feeling inexplicably disappointed.
They left the pharmacy, and it was quite late.
Chen Zhong drove Sheng Xiangsi back to Wenchang Road. Fu Hanjiang got out of the car and walked her to her apartment.
"Get some rest."
Fu Hanjiang stood at the door, not entering.
"Mm." Sheng Xiangsi pointed at the box on the floor. "Thank you."
Although she could have queued all night to buy it, this price was indeed thanks to him.
"Won't you invite me in for a bit? I drank some alcohol tonight and I'm feeling a bit thirsty."
"..."
Sheng Xiangsi hesitated. It didn't seem appropriate to refuse after accepting his help.
Surprisingly, Fu Hanjiang didn't immediately come in.
"Well..." Sheng Xiangsi stepped aside. "Come in for a glass of water."
She didn't have a water dispenser, so if he wanted water, she had to boil it.
Sheng Xiangsi grabbed a kettle to fetch water, but unexpectedly, the faucet broke off, and water sprayed all over her head and face.
"Ah!"
Sheng Xiangsi screamed in surprise.
"What happened?"
Fu Hanjiang was startled. When he turned around, he saw Sheng Xiangsi in a sorry state and rushed over to help.
As soon as he approached, he got splashed with water too!
"Pfft..."
Fu Hanjiang raised his hand to wipe the water off his face. Seeing Sheng Xiangsi looking even more pitiful than him, he quickly grabbed her.
"Why are you just standing there? Move away!"
He pulled her behind him, and the water sprayed all over him like a fountain.
Sheng Xiangsi, hiding behind him, looked at him apologetically. "Sorry... really sorry..."
"So why on earth do you live in such a rundown place?"
Fu Hanjiang's face was dark. As soon as he opened his mouth, water sprayed into it, making him look even more frustrated.
"You, stop talking," Sheng Xiangsi said softly.
"?" Fu Hanjiang glared at her and pulled her outside.
Sheng Xiangsi shook herself free. "I need to go downstairs and handle this."
Not only was it a waste of water, but if it kept spraying, it would flood the apartment and seep downstairs, causing trouble with the neighbors.
Fu Hanjiang frowned. Handle it? How was she going to handle it?
Sheng Xiangsi explained, "The water valve is downstairs. I need to buy a new faucet too."
After explaining, she turned to leave.
"Stop!"
Her arm was grabbed.
Fu Hanjiang looked at her with a complicated expression. "Why should you go? Am I just a decoration?"
Didn't she see him?
He, a grown man, couldn't let her run up and down to do such things.
"You stay here, I'll go."
He pressed her down into a chair and headed for the door.
"Hey!"
Sheng Xiangsi objected, "I can go myself!"
"Stay put!"
Fu Hanjiang left without looking back.
Sheng Xiangsi was stunned, sitting there in a daze. She couldn't help but worry. Could he manage? Did he know where the water valve was?
And where to buy a faucet?
She underestimated Mr. Fu.
He was a pampered young master, but he was still human. Humans have mouths; if he didn't know, he could ask, right?
After a while, the sound of water stopped in the bathroom.
Sheng Xiangsi quickly got up to check. To her surprise, Mr. Fu had indeed found the water valve.
So, he should be able to buy a faucet too, right?
Of course.
Ten minutes later, just as Sheng Xiangsi changed into dry clothes, Mr. Fu returned.
Although West Twelve Street was chaotic, it had one good thing: a strong sense of community life. You could find anything you needed just by going downstairs.
There was a hardware store at the corner, and Fu Hanjiang had noticed it earlier.
"You bought it?"
Sheng Xiangsi reached out to take it. "Give it to me."
"Don't move."
Fu Hanjiang grabbed her wrist, giving her a sideways glance. "Why should I give it to you?"
Sheng Xiangsi blinked. "I'll install it."
What?
Fu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes again. What was wrong with this girl? Did she not see him as a man?
"Why should you install it? I'll do it. You're a girl; do you even know how?"
Sheng Xiangsi pursed her lips, silently thinking: Yes, I do.
The Sheng Xiangsi Fu Hanjiang knew wouldn't know, but the Sheng Xiangsi who had spent years in Philadelphia did.
Not only could she replace a faucet, but she could also change light bulbs.
Labor in the U.S. was too expensive, and she couldn't bear to spend her hard-earned money. To save money, she had to do things herself.
Over time, she learned how.
Fu Hanjiang had no idea about this, glaring at her. "I'll do it."
He had no choice but to seize the opportunity to show her that he was a man, a man she could rely on.
"Get the tools."
He said, turning towards the bathroom.
"Oh, okay."
Sheng Xiangsi nodded, a bit worried. Could a pampered young master like him handle this?
To her surprise, Mr. Fu not only could handle it but did it very well.
With his strength, he easily replaced the faucet in no time.
Sheng Xiangsi was amazed, a bit surprised.
Her stunned expression pleased Fu Hanjiang. He raised his eyebrows smugly. "Done."
"Mm." Sheng Xiangsi snapped out of her daze. "Thank you."
She stood up and said, "Wait here."
"Oh." Fu Hanjiang didn't ask, obediently staying put.
A moment later, Sheng Xiangsi returned and said to Fu Hanjiang, "Take off your shirt."
What?
Fu Hanjiang raised his arms to cover his chest, shaking his head. "No!"
"Mm?"
Sheng Xiangsi was puzzled by his reaction. Did he think she was going to do something to him?
Sheng Xiangsi was exasperated. "Do you really think I want to do something to you?"
"No, not that..."
Sheng Xiangsi ignored him, turning her back.
"Take off your shirt. Give me your wet clothes."
Oh.
Fu Hanjiang understood. She wanted him to change out of his wet clothes.
But...
He hesitated.
His back harbored secrets—covered with scars, densely packed and frighteningly hideous.
In this world, besides him, only Fu Hanchuan and Yao Leyi knew this secret.
Even during his brief marriage with Sheng Xiangsi, the few times they were intimate, it was with the lights off.
He didn't want her to see, didn't want anyone to see the scars on his back.
That past was something even he struggled to face.
At this moment, Fu Hanjiang closed his eyes, his face pale with a cold sweat, his body trembling slightly...
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