Chapter 15: So soft that it makes people panic! !

Fu Jingchuan’s deep eyes swept toward the main house and side room—both doors were closed. He figured Jiang Wan and the two kids must have gone down for a nap.

Unconsciously, he softened his steps and followed the mouthwatering scent of food to the kitchen.

When he reached the doorway, Fu Jingchuan couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous.
Why did it feel like he was sneaking around… in his own house?

He frowned, his thick black brows knitting together, and then walked boldly into the kitchen.
What was the big deal? He just wanted to see what smelled so good!
Besides—it was his house. What was there to feel guilty about?

Pressing his lips together, he stepped inside.

But the moment he entered the kitchen, he froze.

Right there on the stove were two plates of leftover dishes and a big bowl of untouched white rice.
Just from the color and texture of the food, you could tell it would taste amazing.

Still… something didn’t feel quite right.

Aunt Tang had been cooking in their home for a few years now, but Fu Jingchuan could never remember the food smelling this good before.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

Before his brain could catch up, his hand had already reached out—he picked up a piece of cucumber.

There wasn’t much left of the cucumber salad.
But as soon as it entered his mouth, his eyes lit up—
Delicious. Crisp, refreshing, absolutely addictive.

Without hesitation, Fu Jingchuan lifted the plate and directly poured the rest of the cucumber slices and leftover dressing into his mouth.

And just like that… he suddenly really felt hungry.

That big bowl of steaming white rice now looked like it was calling to him.

With a large, calloused hand, he scraped the remaining stir-fried cabbage and tofu right into the rice bowl, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and devoured it in big mouthfuls!

When he finished, he even let out a satisfied sigh—
This food was amazing.
Way better than anything the military cafeteria could serve.

He set down the empty dishes and planned to wash them at the well outside.

But just then, he heard a faint sound coming from the main house.

Fu Jingchuan stiffened instantly, the muscles in his arms tensing instinctively.
He listened carefully—it sounded like… crying?

Was it Jiang Wan?

A strange tightness clenched in his chest.
He dropped the dishes without hesitation, took a long stride, and headed toward the main room.

He paused at the door, hesitating slightly—then gently knocked twice.

In a deep, concerned voice, he asked:
“Jiang Wan? Are you okay?”
“Are you feeling unwell?”

“…Mmm… Mom… don’t go… sob sob…”
“No… don’t…”

In her previous life, Jiang Wan’s parents had died in a car accident when she was just a child.

Right now, she was reliving that moment in a dream—
Their blood-covered bodies lying in the road, covered with white sheets by medics.
Her throat let out hoarse sobs, her face buried in the pillow as she whimpered like a heartbroken little animal.

Fu Jingchuan’s brows knitted tighter.
For some reason, his chest began to ache dully.

In a panic, he pushed gently on the door.

It wasn’t locked.
It creaked open immediately.

“Ugh…”

Still trapped in her nightmare, Jiang Wan was unaware.
She flailed in distress, her white cotton nightdress having ridden up slightly, revealing most of her slender, snowy legs.

Fu Jingchuan, just stepping inside, suddenly froze—
His dark eyes darkened dangerously.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if a fire had been ignited in his chest—
Hot, dry, and tingling right up to his scalp.

This isn’t right, Fu Jingchuan scolded himself.
He shouldn’t be looking at a woman like this while she was sleeping.

But his eyes wouldn’t listen to him.
They were fixed straight on that exposed whiteness.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm golden glow over her skin—
Smooth, delicate, glowing like the finest white jade.

So different from his own.

Fu Jingchuan didn’t know what had come over him.
His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, and his gaze dropped to his own broad palm.

It was rough, hardened by years of farmwork, sun exposure, and countless dangerous missions.
His skin was covered in thick calluses.

His throat tightened.
And then a ridiculous thought flashed across his mind—
Would he accidentally break her just by touching her?
Even if not… would it hurt her?

“Don’t… don’t leave me…”
Jiang Wan’s beautiful little face was scrunched up, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, soaking her long, curled lashes.

Her eyes were red. Her delicate body trembled with sorrow.

Fu Jingchuan opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

Before he knew it, his long legs had already moved, carrying him straight to the side of the bed.

He crouched beside her, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised his hand—
but had no idea where to place it.

Just then, as if sensing something, Jiang Wan reached out in her sleep and wrapped her soft hand around his.

That sweet, soft scent completely surrounded him.

He didn’t dare move, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might explode.

Jiang Wan’s hand was small, her palm tender and warm.

Like tofu… or like a peeled egg.

But soon, Fu Jingchuan’s attention was no longer on her hand!

At this moment, Jiang Wan was practically cradling his hand in her arms!!

His rough fingertips… seemed to touch something incredibly soft!!

So soft it made his heart tremble in panic!!

Fu Jingchuan was too nervous, his breathing grew heavier.
The muscles in his thick thighs were tensed like stone, a bit too forcefully!

And the next second—
As if he suddenly couldn’t hold on any longer—
His knee buckled out of nowhere, and he actually dropped down on one knee!

“Mm… …”

Unexpectedly, just as he was overwhelmed, completely lost and dazed—

Wrapped in the blanket, Jiang Wan suddenly sat up without warning!

Then, those glistening almond-shaped eyes of hers opened as well.
Her gaze was still foggy and misty, like a wounded little deer!

The heat surging in Fu Jingchuan’s chest eased a little.
He instinctively furrowed his sword-like brows, immediately sensing something wasn’t right.

Even though Jiang Wan’s eyes were open, she didn’t seem awake!

What was going on?

Fu Jingchuan stayed kneeling on the ground, holding his breath.
He didn’t dare move.

Then, a memory flashed in his mind—something the army medic once said:

Some people sleepwalk.

It usually happens when they’re burdened with emotional stress—some sorrow they can’t let go of, or overwhelming psychological pressure.

And a sleepwalker… must never be forcefully woken up!

Fu Jingchuan didn’t really understand the details of sleepwalking,
But he watched with his own eyes as Jiang Wan—expression blank—wandered around the room, then climbed back into bed and fell asleep again.

That confirmed it for him:
Jiang Wan was sleepwalking!

His expression turned somber, and his long phoenix eyes lingered on her peacefully sleeping face.
His lips pressed into a thin line.

Could it be… Jiang Wan was carrying emotional wounds too?

She seemed to have cried earlier, muttering something like “Mom, don’t go.”

Wasn’t she the adopted daughter of the Jiang family?

Could it be… she had biological parents after all?