Chapter 119: Hot and Cold

Mu Yinyin closed her eyes once more. Even though she was somewhat more conscious in her current state, she still felt deeply uncomfortable.

In fact...

She desperately wanted to let go of her reason and throw herself at Fu Siya.

She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on in this half-awake state without the medication.

The female doctor soon prepared the injection and approached Mu Yinyin, looking at both of them to confirm once again, “If this medication is injected, it will take full effect. Madam, are you absolutely certain about this?”

“I’ve made up my mind,” Mu Yinyin answered without hesitation.

Fu Siya’s expression grew darker.

Yet, he said not a word.

Seeing this, the doctor fell silent as well and proceeded to administer the injection.

The effect, as she had explained earlier, would cause dizziness and unconsciousness. Thus, Mu Yinyin only maintained her brief moment of clarity before slipping back into unconsciousness.

Fu Siya furrowed his brows and spoke in a deep voice, “When will she wake up?”

The female doctor, still somewhat nervous, replied cautiously, “Her condition is like sleep. She should wake up normally tomorrow. Without an alarm, it will be according to her own biological clock.”

“Stay next door. Make sure she’s alright before you leave,” Fu Siya instructed without even glancing at her, his gaze fixed instead on the woman who had sunk back into unconsciousness.

The doctor nodded and, unwilling to linger, left the room promptly, knowing she could be summoned at any moment if there was an emergency.

Soon, only the two of them remained in the room.

Fu Siya sat beside the bed, watching the woman lying there with steady breathing.

Her exquisitely beautiful face was still flushed, and her closed eyelashes trembled slightly, as if her sleep was restless.

Noticing the faint crease between her brows, Fu Siya raised his hand to smooth away the furrow.

But the moment he withdrew his hand, his expression abruptly shifted.

When had he ever cared for anyone like this?

With Nan Shiqing, it was because she had saved his life. But what did Mu Yinyin mean to him? Why was he treating her this way?

His gaze toward Mu Yinyin darkened with a sinister edge.

Before he could pull back his eyes, the phone suddenly rang.

Fu Siya frowned slightly and looked at the incoming call.

Initially reluctant to answer, he hesitated briefly before rising and stepping into the living room to pick up.

“Shiqing.”

The two words were cold and devoid of emotion.

Nan Shiqing’s hand trembled involuntarily as she held the phone. It had been several days since they last contacted, yet Fu Siya showed no sign of missing her. She was always the one who reached out to maintain contact.

Had he never longed for her?

She bit her lip unconsciously, a trace of sorrow in her eyes, and slowly spoke, “Siya, it’s been a few days. I’m a little worried about you.”

Her voice was soft and fragile, threaded with genuine concern.

Fu Siya frowned but, restraining his temper, replied slowly, “What could be wrong with me? It’s late. Your health is fragile; you should rest early.”

“I... can’t sleep.”

She was so overwhelmed with longing for him that sleep eluded her. Her mind was consumed by thoughts of this man, always yearning to be with him.

But...

Fu Siya had become unpredictable—sometimes cold, sometimes indifferent.

No... there was no warmth left.

When she was unconscious before, at least she could hear his gentle, patient voice.

He kept urging her to wake up quickly, promising to take her somewhere. Back then, she was deeply moved and filled with anticipation.

Now...

After waking, Fu Siya’s words often revolved around her poor health and the need for rest.

In truth, she was perfectly fine, truly without any issue. But afraid that he would doubt her if she said otherwise, she could only comply and take care of herself as he instructed.

Yet!

This was not the life she desired.

She only wanted to be with Fu Siya. She wanted to marry him!

But...

No matter what she tried, the man seemed to drift farther away from her.

“Siya...” Nan Shiqing took a shallow breath, sadness tinging her voice. “Do you hate me now?”

Even over the phone, Fu Siya could almost see her lowering her head, biting her lip in hurt and frustration.

His eyes flickered, and he spoke softly, “Don’t overthink.”

His tone was gentler than before.

Yet Nan Shiqing could still sense his impatience.

She truly didn’t know what to do anymore.

If she didn’t contact him for too long, he might forget she existed. Sometimes, she needed to assert her presence.

But...

If she called when he didn’t want to see or hear from her, it would only annoy him.

Just like now.

If he never wanted to see her, she couldn’t always refrain from calling.

“I’m not overthinking, Siya. If I’ve done something wrong that made you hate me, please tell me. I’ll change. I don’t want you to misunderstand me forever...”

They used to be in frequent contact, especially when she was hospitalized. He visited almost daily, sometimes more than once a day.

But now...

Now...

The contrast was painful, especially after Fu Siya and Mu Yinyin’s divorce. Mu Yinyin’s drastic transformation not only terrified Nan Shiqing but also drew Fu Siya’s attention away.

Of course...

If Nan Shiqing knew that Fu Siya was right beside Mu Yinyin now, even having just risked his own safety to save her, she might go mad.

“Don’t overthink,” Fu Siya repeated, his brows knitting tighter, impatience fully showing.

He turned to glance at the bedroom but realized he had closed the door to avoid disturbing Mu Yinyin.

His voice was flat, “It’s late. Get some rest. I’m on a business trip in the United States. I’ll come back to see you in a few days.”

“United States?” Nan Shiqing’s voice was stunned, but beneath the shock lay profound disappointment.

He left without telling her?

“Mm.” Fu Siya seemed oblivious to her unease, his tone losing patience again. “Listen to me and rest early. I’m hanging up now. Don’t make your family worry.”

With that, he ended the call.

“Hello, Siya...!” Nan Shiqing cried out in frustration, but the line was already dead.

In a fit of anger, she threw the phone across the bed with such force it bounced back.