Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

At this moment, the nurse who was taking care of Fu Miaoxi came out of the ward: "Mr. Jiang, Doctor Pei, the young lady inside has woken up and said she wants to see Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Qingyan walked into the ward first and unexpectedly met the eyes of Fu Miaoxi, who was lying on the bed staring at the door.

"Miao Miao?" Jiang Qingyan rarely saw Fu Miaoxi's eyes like this. He was worried that she might be feeling unwell. He quickly walked over, sat beside the bed, and looked her over. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Pei Yunjing followed and walked into the ward: "Does your head still hurt?"

Fu Miaoxi noticed that there were outsiders and calmed down a little. She felt her whole body and said, "I feel a lot better now, but it still hurts a little."

Pei Yunjing nodded: "Wait until this bottle of medicine is finished, then take the temperature."

He looked at Jiang Qingyan and said, "Order her some liquid food that's easy to digest. She hasn't eaten in a whole day and night."

Jiang Qingyan touched Fu Miaoxi's forehead and felt relieved after confirming that the temperature was no longer so hot.

"I had someone make her some fish soup, it should be here soon."

"I have to cook some porridge or something for her. She needs some carbohydrates."

"it is good."

"Then I'll go out for a walk first. I think your hospital is interesting."

Hearing the hidden meaning in Pei Yunjing's words, Jiang Qingyan raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

"You should focus on Miss Fu first. We can deal with the rest of the matters in a few days. There's still time."

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "I'll call you when this bottle of medicine is finished."

After Pei Yunjing left, Fu Miaoxi reached out her hand, which was free of needles, from under the quilt and held Jiang Qingyan's hand which was placed on the bedside.

Jiang Qingyan was a little surprised. This was the first time Fu Miaoxi took the initiative to get close to him. "What's wrong, Miaomiao?"

He now spoke softly to Fu Miaoxi, for fear of scaring this little girl who would break at the slightest touch.

Fu Miaoxi smiled, and her face became more energetic: "Uncle, I'm sorry."

When the little girl said this, half of her face was beaten red, and she was wearing a blue and white hospital gown. A thin section of her pale neck was exposed, and she looked fragile and had a suffocating broken beauty.

Jiang Qingyan felt a pang in his heart. He knew that saving Fu Miaoxi had come at a great cost, but this was his responsibility, and the one who least needed to apologize was Fu Miaoxi.

If we were to settle accounts, those evil people who protected each other, the police who dared not take action, Si Chen and others who assisted the evil, and even himself who failed to protect Fu Miaoxi, would have to be ranked before Fu Miaoxi.

It was they who should say sorry, not his Fu Miaomiao.

"Guai Miaomiao, you didn't do anything wrong, you don't need to feel sorry for me."

"But I seem to have caused a lot of trouble for my uncle."

"That's no big deal." Jiang Qingyan helped Fu Miaoxi up, wrapped her body with a quilt, hugged her from behind, and lifted up her hand with the needle hanging on it.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I won't let any of the people who harmed you this time go."

Fu Miaoxi tilted her head and rubbed Jiang Qingyan's face, and whispered a thank you: "Thank you, uncle."

"Okay, dear, don't be so polite to me. Your safety is the most important thing to me."

Fu Miaoxi turned sideways and leaned closer to Jiang Qingyan's arms, like a frightened little animal nestling in its owner's arms for comfort.

Jiang Qingyan then realized something was wrong: "What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you scared?"

He ruffled Fu Miaoxi's hair and kissed her forehead soothingly: "I'm right here. It's okay, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt my sweetheart."

Fu Miaoxi was sullen and didn't say anything or look up.

"Talk to me, huh? You haven't seen me in a few days. Don't you miss me?"

Fu Miaoxi's voice was a little choked: "I think so."

"Why are you still crying?"

Fu Miaoxi still said stubbornly: "I'm not crying, I just feel uncomfortable."

"I know Miaomiao is not feeling well. Take good care of yourself these few days. When the fever goes away, I'll ask Pei Yunjing. If he says she can be discharged, I'll take her home, okay?"

Go home? Fu Miaoxi had experienced a day on the line between life and death. Her psychological defenses were being rebuilt, and she was a little sentimental.

"I have no home anymore...Uncle, that's your home."

Jiang Qingyan felt a pang in his heart, knowing that the girl was frightened.

She was less than 20 years old and had been kidnapped, beaten, and even almost forced to become a surrogate mother. She also learned that the mastermind behind the scenes was extremely powerful and there was almost no chance of being saved.

Now that I have been reborn after a disaster, I am afraid I will need to take it easy for a while.

Jiang Qingyan had the girl's hair tangled around his fingers and twisted it into a curl: "Pei Yunjing asked me these past two days if I like you."

"Honestly, I don't know."

Fu Miaoxi slowly raised her head, stopped crying, and looked at him blankly.

Jiang Qingyan kept holding her in his arms, lost in his own thoughts: "Maybe it's because of my family, I have no expectations for love, nor any interest in understanding it."

"When I was a student like you, or after I came to power, many people expressed their affection for me, and some even threw themselves directly into my arms."

"But I have absolutely no intention of spending the rest of my life with them. Neither they nor the love they describe can arouse my interest."

"But you are different. The first time I saw you, I thought you were beautiful, innocent, and full of life."

Jiang Qingyan lowered his head and rubbed Fu Miaoxi's nose: "I really want to keep you by my side, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to take good care of you, this little flower, and that your petals will wither and die."

"Because I'm such a boring person. All I do every day is work. And I'm much older than you. You're at an age where you should be experiencing more of life, but I've lost the desire to explore most things in the world."

Jiang Qingyan touched the uninjured half of Fu Miaoxi's face and whispered, "I did think about this yesterday. I can give up anything but you. Although I know this is unrealistic and that if I give up everything, I will lose the ability to protect you, but at that moment, that was indeed the thought."

"Pei Yunjing said this is love, so I must like you very much. But I am also worried about how long this kind of love can last. If I no longer like you in the future, what will you do?"

"Miao Miao, I don't seem to be born with the ability to love, but I don't want to see you wandering around in fear all day long. So stay by my side, treat where I am as your home, and wait for me to give you and myself an answer, okay?"

Jiang Qingyan spoke in a firm tone and with a gentle expression. It was the first time he opened his heart to someone, simply because her arms were his only soft spot.

Fu Miaoxi was still not fully conscious, and was just thinking intuitively, why didn't her uncle suddenly become so timid and cautious, why didn't he ask her if she liked him?

Could it be that no matter what her answer was, it would not be able to shake his determination?

But she couldn't bear to express her doubts. She just wanted to use this moment of warmth to comfort her body and mind that had been exhausted in the past few years.

Fu Miaoxi leaned on Jiang Qingyan's shoulder and rubbed him gently, as if to say yes.