sick wife

Feng Xin took the time to read the chat records, but she didn't move, her whole body became icy cold.

Shang Congshu and Luo Ying are aunts and nephews. Since last year, Luo Ying has asked for Shang Congshu's original essays under the pretext of mentoring Shang Congshu, and several of them have been published in the most influential youth newspapers in China.

And Luo Ying replaced them with her own name, and gained fame with these few articles...

Feng Xin never thought that her aunt, who seems to be kind to Shang Congshu to outsiders, would actually bully and lure Shang Congshu like this in private.

During this period, Shang Congshu continued to fight for his own rights, and he communicated with him many times to no avail. When Shang Congshu was about to file a lawsuit, Luo Ying told Shang Congshu: [If you don’t want Feng Xin to graduate smoothly, you can go to Make trouble, things get serious, the school will not protect you, and it will drag your girlfriend down.No way, who gave you a school manager and good uncle. 】

Shang Congshu: [Mr. Luo, you are trying to force me to jump off a building. 】

The above was Shang Congshu's last message before the car accident. No wonder Wen Yu called Luo Ying after Shang Congshu's accident, but Luo Ying couldn't shirk it.

Probably thought that Shang Congshu really couldn't think about it, so he was too guilty to look at it.

Feng Xin stared at these conversations, every word was as sharp as a thorn, she didn't know that Shang Congshu would be cornered because of her.

Shang Congshu cares more about the stories he writes than the risk of a big incident, and those works are carefully crafted by Shang Congshu just like priceless treasures.

After suffering for nearly a year, she finally decided to use legal means to take back what belonged to her, but her life was choked because she was worried about dragging her down.

In the previous life, Shang Congshu stopped writing essays and poems after he was a sophomore in college. When she asked her occasionally, Shang Congshu mentioned it lightly.

She didn't know that during this period of one year, Shang Congshu was in the fear of being betrayed and threatened by his relatives.

Fengxin doesn't intend to let Shang Congshu suffer this grievance, she must help Shang Congshu get back the right of authorship.

Back upstairs, Feng Xin saw Shang Congshu standing at the door of the kitchen as soon as he entered the door. He didn't know what he was doing and stood there without moving.

Feng Xin approached a little before he heard Shang Congshu talking, facing the empty stove, he said to himself, "Steam slowly on low heat for 10 minutes, don't put too much salt, and pour a layer soy sauce……"

Shang Congshu's expression was very serious, as if there was really someone cooking inside, and she needed to be patiently directed.

Feng Xin recalled that when Shang Congshu first fell ill, he always said that he could hear someone talking, and felt that he was being watched. Later, his illness became more and more serious, and he firmly believed in the illusion that it did not exist.

She didn't know what to do to make Shang Congshu feel better...

Shang Congshu bypasses Fengxin to go to the bathroom, as if he didn't see Fengxin the whole time.

Feng Xin also didn't dare to call Shang Congshu, fearing that Shang Congshu would be frightened and utter nonsense, so she slumped on the sofa, her eyes were sore and uncomfortable.

After a while, Shang Congshu came out from inside, hugged Feng Xin's arm, and said, "It's almost ready, you bring out the dishes, I'll squeeze some fruit, let's eat."

Feng Xin's eyes were slightly smoky, "Cong Shu, we didn't cook."

Shang Congshu rubbed Fengxin's waist, "Didn't I just teach you how to steam fish? Oh, is it because you are afraid that the cooking will not taste good, so you dare not take it out?"

Confirming this guess, Shang Congshu pinched Fengxin's face, and smiled playfully, "Oh, I don't know how good your culinary skills are? It's not that I haven't tasted it, I eat it every time. Need to be clean?"

Feng Xin didn't answer, she held Shang Congshu's hand and hissed: "What do you want to eat? I'll order takeaway for you."

Shang Congshu hummed a few words, then went straight into the kitchen to find out the steamed fish made by Fengxin.

She opened several pots and found nothing.She opened the cupboard again, and there were neatly placed bowls and chopsticks inside, and none of the dishes were moved.

Her expression gradually became subtle, and she suddenly ran to open the refrigerator, only the fruits and drinks stored in her eyes, no ingredients at all.

"Ah Xin, did you throw away the food?" Shang Congshu was a little annoyed, she knew that Feng Xin's cooking skills were a bit bad, but she loved food very much, how could she throw it away behind her back?

She stepped on the trash can and opened it, only to find that there was nothing...

Shang Congshu's lips turned pale, and he walked back and forth in the kitchen, walking the same route over and over again, feeling more and more agitated.

Feng Xin was about to pass by, but Shang Congshu suddenly pulled out all the bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet, the whole kitchen was filled with the harsh sound of porcelain clashing, and reopened the refrigerator that had just been closed, throwing the fruit drinks all over the floor The entire refrigerator was emptied, and my fingers were swollen from the cold.

With a focused expression, she babbled over and over again: "Where? Where did you put the steamed fish, where did you put the steamed fish..."

Feng Xin stepped forward and tightly clenched Shang Congshu's wrists, clasped them together, let out steam from his lips, looked at Shang Congshu's fingers that were still stained with frost, felt so distressed that he could hardly speak.

"I threw it downstairs." Feng Xin said, with a wry smile, "I haven't finished removing the fish, how can I eat it? Shall we order takeaway? I'll make it for you next time."

Shang Congshu pulled his hand back, turned his back to Feng Xin, and was furious, "You would rather throw it in the trash can than give it to me? I don't want to talk to you."

Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu tightly from behind, held Shang Congshu's hand and rubbed it warm, her heart was sore, "Then what should I do if I want to listen to you? If you ignore me, who should I talk to?"

I don't know if it's because Feng Xin's tone is too sad, Shang Congshu suddenly has the illusion that she has ignored Feng Xin for many years, so long that Feng Xin can't hold it anymore.

Obviously they had such a small fight before...

Shang Congshu saw that Fengxin's eyes were red and she seemed to be choking. She calmed down a lot and changed the subject: "Eat, eat pangasius."

She gently pushed Fengxin down, not seeing Fengxin's pitiful appearance, she would feel distressed, "Okay, hurry up and order takeaway! You can't do this next time."

Seeing that Shang Congshu wasn't that angry anymore, Fengxin picked up the phone and ordered Shang Congshu's pangasius fish. After ordering, Fengxin turned on the TV in the living room and played a new movie to attract Shang Congshu's attention. .

She went back to the kitchen to tidy up the things that Shang had thrown from Shu, and the same scene played repeatedly in her mind, overlapping with the memory.

The feeling of being so familiar and deeply tired, just like the previous life, lingered on her body, and the broken bowl in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties.