CHAPTER 789: CHAPTER 785: EXTRA | FAN HONGSHAN 04

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If it weren’t for their many years of being together, Fan Hongshan would have been scared to her knees by Zhou Yilang’s question, knowing that his disposition was always so expressionless and indifferent.

So, for the past month, the two had not been intimate, and she had not taken any medication!

With this realization, Fan Hongshan had to go back to her room to call someone and take the opportunity to medicate herself.

Zhou Yilang had said to take it after her period arrived, but she had just left and had not taken any yet, unsure whether taking it afterwards would still be effective...

Upon finishing his washing up, Zhou Yilang saw Fan Hongshan with an expressionless face, picking up a pill and frowning slightly before swallowing it, followed by gulping down several mouthfuls of boiled water.

Her slight choking expression made it evident that she was not used to taking pills.

Zhou Yilang felt as though a sharp blade had been fiercely thrust into his chest.

This wasn’t the first time he had watched Fan Hongshan take medication. At the beginning of their marriage, he would always watch her take it every time.

But later on, as Fan Hongshan behaved well, he gradually stopped paying attention to whether or not she took her medication.

It wasn’t until last year, when he went back to his hometown and his grandmother asked why they had no children yet, that he recalled he had never seriously suggested his wife stop taking medication.

The main thing was, with two older children in the house, he didn’t feel the need to have his own biological children to consider them truly his own; things were fine as they were.

Moreover, he had not expected that after so many years, Fan Hongshan had consistently been medicating!

The first time, he only got a year’s supply of the medication... What was she taking now?

As these thoughts crossed Zhou Yilang’s mind, he strode forward and was just about to grasp his wife’s shoulder when his assistant’s voice rang in his ear:

"Sir, your wife just asked whether to buy more of that medication since it’s finished?"

It was in the second year of their marriage, when the medication ran out, and her wife asked him where to buy it, so he directly told her to ask his assistant.

And then, each year when the medication ran out, his wife would automatically ask the assistant... Didn’t he say "leave her be whether she takes it or not" during the fourth year?

Did this woman actually keep taking it until now?

Zhou Yilang knew that he had not paid much attention to his wife.

But, he thought that after he said that sentence, as a wife, she should have immediately stopped the medication, eager to conceive her husband’s child, right?!

"Heh~" Getting startled by the pull, Fan Hongshan was shocked, thankfully she had already swallowed the water, otherwise she would have choked badly!

Her heart still unsettled, Fan Hongshan’s eyes widened as she stared at Zhou Yilang with a flash of discontent, but upon realizing who was in front of her, she quickly concealed her outward emotions and revealed a faint smile:

"Sir, is there something you need?"

The words that had reached Zhou Yilang’s mouth, along with her facial expression, were also swallowed down, ending up as a mere light and shallow question:

"Why are you still taking the medication?"

"Sir, isn’t this what you requested?" Fan Hongshan didn’t give it too much thought, only her mouth’s upward curve grew steeper, reminding him:

"Sir, it’s almost 8:30 am, you’re about to be late for work."

Having taken the medication, Fan Hongshan felt reassured and cheerfully went to the children’s room to tidy up.

She had no idea that Zhou Yilang, standing still, looked distressed.

A woman, actually took medication for eight years just because her husband requested it? She must not care about him at all!

Otherwise, under that circumstance, what slipped out of her mouth wouldn’t have been ’Sir, can we get a divorce?’!

Suddenly, Zhou Yilang came to a stark realization that this woman has always treated him merely as her boss, as ’Sir’; she wasn’t his wife, and he wasn’t her husband!

This conclusion was greatly ironic.

Zhou Yilang went to work with a stern face, and at the same time, his assistant, who had followed him for eight years, was sent back to Beijing for some reason.

Additionally, during lunchtime, the little assistant girl was invited to the company by Zhou Yilang’s bodyguard and left with red eyes after half an hour.

Yet Fan Hongshan was completely oblivious.

In her world, ever since she set foot into the Zhou family, she focused only on her hands.

Her hands were her most prized collection, capable of embroidery, painting, writing, and making various delicacies.

Only in her private storage cabin could she indulge her imagination as she pleased.

Among them, the most beautiful was a portrait of a young girl.

The outline of the girl was not very clear, but the expression in her eyes exuded a mesmerizing quality of ’longing’.

Another painting was of ’plum blossoms’; the plum blossoms of early spring, on the sturdy branches, bore only one exquisite bloom, white with a hint of pale pink, lonely yet proudly admiring itself – the epitome of plum blossom’s elegance.

Because they were precious or perhaps a true reflection of her inner self, Fan Hongshan was quite fond of these two paintings and often took them out to admire.

Fearing the children’s curiosity might damage them, after looking at them each time, Fan Hongshan would place the paintings on the top shelf, where the children, to reach them, had to use a chair for help.

After finishing a painting of ’Qinglian’, Fan Hongshan looked down and noticed it was nearly four o’clock, so she quickly tidied up her watercolor tools.

Upon looking down, she discovered her freshly changed coarse clothing was all covered in paint.

Because she was brimming with inspiration, she paid no mind to herself, the paint staining her clothes, and even her hair was flecked with paint.

After tidying everything up, and because the painting was not yet dry, Fan Hongshan could only rush back to her room to shower, then she started to cook.

The young master had mentioned in the morning that he wanted to eat lotus root soup, and now it was already past five in the afternoon; with less than an hour left, she wondered if she could stew it thoroughly.

Fan Hongshan, absorbed in the kitchen, was completely unaware that outside the door, her husband had returned home.

The kitchen was at the farthest corner, and the sound of Zhou Yilang unlocking the door was so subtle that she, busily chopping and dicing in the kitchen, didn’t hear it at all.

Zhou Yilang only learned from the assistant that his wife had barely left the house in the past few years, and also from the girl, he found out that his wife was quite the artistic soul.

Not only skilled in exquisite embroidery, but she also painted many beautiful pieces, although she never showed them to anyone. The key to the warehouse was hung high, and even though she quite liked her stepmother, she was a bit aloof, never wanting to impolitely peek at things meant to be private.

This was a characteristic the Zhou family still held.

After hearing this, Zhou Yilang became antsy; he picked his time carefully when entering the house.

It was the sound of chopping that made him open the door.

After entering, he changed his shoes, tossed his briefcase into the study, and then went to the ’storage room’ mentioned by the young lady.

This storage room was tucked away in the farthest corner of their bedroom, very small, about five square meters and extremely cramped.

At the time, aside from a shelf against one wall, there was only an easel on the floor.