Chapter 6

A gentle voice echoed softly, pulling Ji Nuannuan out of her dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw Fu Jinghan sitting beside the bed, looking at her with a worried expression.

“Mm… I had a bad dream.”

Ji Nuannuan’s face was still streaked with tears as she rubbed against Fu Jinghan, smearing his clothes with them.

Fu Jinghan gently picked her up and held her in his arms, comforting her in a low voice, “Don’t cry. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I’m here now.”

Looking at Fu Jinghan, Ji Nuannuan couldn’t help but think—yes, dreams are the opposite. In this life, she would love this man with all her heart.

As she lay in his arms, her emotions gradually settled. Sleepiness returned, and Ji Nuannuan yawned repeatedly.

“It’s late now, Nuannuan, go to sleep,” Fu Jinghan said as he tucked her into bed and started to get up.

“Mm. Huh?”

Half-asleep, Ji Nuannuan heard him say he was leaving. Her drowsiness vanished instantly, and she grabbed his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.

It was then that Ji Nuannuan remembered—in her past life, they had never even shared a room.

Back then, just seeing him irritated her. She thought he stood in the way of her love for Wei Yang. How could she ever have done anything with him?

But this life was different. She didn’t want Fu Jinghan to leave her side, not even for a moment.

“The bed is cold. Stay with me~” she said sweetly, pouting.

Fu Jinghan was stunned by her sudden request. “Nuannuan… are you serious?”

“Mm~ please?” Ji Nuannuan tugged at his shirt, swaying it as she pleaded.

“But you used to say you’d rather die than sleep in the same room with me. Even when I offered to sleep on the couch, you wouldn’t allow it.”

His voice was full of sadness and pain.

Ji Nuannuan’s heart ached at the look on his face.

She knew her sudden change was drastic. But she didn’t want to waste any more time with him—not in confusion, not in misunderstandings.

She couldn’t explain everything.

She tugged hard at his shirt again, and Fu Jinghan, caught off guard, stumbled forward onto the bed.

As he fell toward her, Ji Nuannuan shut her eyes tightly.

But instead of the expected weight, she felt nothing. She opened her eyes and found his face right in front of hers, their noses nearly touching.

Fu Jinghan had caught himself with both arms on the bed, suspending himself above her.

“Silly girl. Were you trying to get squashed into a pancake?” he teased gently.

Ji Nuannuan could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Thump, thump.

Her face flushed bright red.

“I-I just wanted you to stay. I got flustered and didn’t think it through.”

“Does your wrist still hurt?” he asked, glancing at the bandage on her wrist.

“No… it doesn’t.”

Their faces were still so close, her heart raced faster than ever.

Hearing his concern made her heart flutter even more.

Fu Jinghan studied her face—gone was the heavy makeup. Now, with her bare face and the faint blush on her cheeks, she looked soft and delicate.

She was wearing his white shirt, and her softness pressed against his chest.

He felt his throat dry up. Unable to resist, he kissed her.

His kiss deepened, passionate and consuming. Ji Nuannuan responded clumsily but with growing intensity.

Their positions made it clear—Ji Nuannuan could feel a certain change in the man above her.

The air grew sweet and warm. The atmosphere was just right.

But just as things were about to move further, Fu Jinghan abruptly stopped and got off the bed.

“Nuannuan, I don’t want it to happen like this. I’ll wait until the day you truly accept me.”

His voice was hoarse as he said this, leaving a dazed Ji Nuannuan lying in bed while he walked into the bathroom alone.

She knew… he was afraid this was all just a fleeting dream.

Inside the bathroom, Fu Jinghan couldn’t stop thinking about her. He looked down at his body’s reaction and silently turned on the cold water…

Who knows how long the cold water ran.

When he finally came out, Ji Nuannuan had already fallen asleep. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if troubled by another dream.

Fu Jinghan reached out and gently smoothed her frown before lying down beside her.

Sensing his presence, Ji Nuannuan snuggled close, curling up in his arms and drifting into a deeper sleep.

Fu Jinghan looked at her peaceful face and felt like he was in a dream.

Just yesterday, she was willing to die for someone else and hated even looking at him. But now she said she missed him and wanted him near. How could he believe this?

He didn’t know what was going on, but… wasn’t this the life he had always dreamed of?

Perhaps because he was by her side, Ji Nuannuan didn’t dream of fire again after falling asleep.

And for Fu Jinghan—ever since their marriage, with her endless tantrums and his insomnia—he thought tonight would be yet another sleepless night.

But holding her in his arms, he fell asleep without even realizing it.

It had been a long time since they both slept this well.

The next day.

Ji Nuannuan opened her eyes lazily. She reached for the empty space beside her—he was already gone.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was already noon. He must have gone to the company.

Her stomach growled as soon as she woke up. She threw on a random outfit and bounced downstairs, ready to eat.

As she came down, she saw Aunt Zhang and greeted her sweetly.

“Good morning, Aunt Zhang!”

Aunt Zhang was pleasantly surprised by her politeness.

Even more astonishing was the fact that the young lady wasn’t wearing her usual over-the-top makeup. Her bare face made her look especially pure and innocent.

Aunt Zhang had noticed some changes yesterday, but she never imagined that the relationship between the young couple had really improved. After all, the young master had looked very happy when he left that morning.

And the only person who could affect his mood was Miss Ji.

“Good morning, Miss Ji,” Aunt Zhang replied warmly.

“Aunt Zhang, I’m hungry. Is there anything to eat?”

“Of course, Miss Ji. The young master ordered your favorites to be prepared before he left this morning.”

Looking at the table full of her favorite dishes, Ji Nuannuan felt her heart warm—Fu Jinghan was so good to her.

In her past life, when she was trapped in that warehouse, she couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten properly.

Yesterday, she had been too worried about Fu Jinghan to eat well. Today, she devoured everything like a starving child.

After eating most of the food, she called Aunt Zhang over.

“Aunt Zhang, later, please tell Uncle Liu to find a few movers and clear out everything in my bedroom’s walk-in closet.”

“All of it?” Aunt Zhang was stunned. That room was normally off-limits, even to them.

“Yes, everything. And also, tell everyone—don’t call me Miss Ji anymore. Call me Young Madam.”