Chapter 24: Actually didn

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Feng Tingshen had returned.

"Dad!"

"Mm." Feng Tingshen entered and walked toward the bedside.

Seeing this, Rong Ci wanted to put Feng Jingxin down to make room for Feng Tingshen, but Feng Jingxin was unwilling to leave, leaning in her arms and reaching out to Feng Tingshen.

Feng Tingshen leaned over and picked up Feng Jingxin.

When he held Feng Jingxin, he was very close, and Rong Ci could smell the familiar men's perfume on him.

It's just that, besides that familiar perfume, there was also a faint, elegant women's perfume drifting into her nose.

This perfume, she had just smelled on Lin Wu at the banquet today.

Rong Ci turned her face away, got up, and pulled away the distance between her and Feng Tingshen until she couldn't smell those scents anymore.

Feng Tingshen's hand, wearing an exquisite watch, gently rested on Feng Jingxin's fair forehead, then looked at Rong Ci: "What's the temperature now? Has it gone down a bit?"

Rong Ci had to repeat the doctor's words: "It has already turned from a high fever to a low fever, but it's still not very stable and might spike again."

"Mm."

Feng Tingshen sat on the edge of the bed holding Feng Jingxin. Feng Jingxin leaned in his arms and was unwilling to come down, but frowned: "Dad, your coat is so hard..."

Feng Tingshen took off his coat and handed it to Rong Ci. Rong Ci took it reflexively and held it in her arms. It wasn't until she clearly smelled the two intertwined perfumes on the clothes that she suddenly remembered that she and Feng Tingshen were about to divorce.

If it were in the past, she would have felt that being able to hold his coat like this was also a kind of happiness, so happy that she couldn't bear to let go easily.

But now, she casually put the coat aside and said to Feng Jingxin: "I'm going downstairs to boil porridge."

With Feng Tingshen and Rong Ci both home, Feng Jingxin's spirit improved quite a bit. Hearing Rong Ci say this, she nodded obediently: "Mm, thank you, Mom."

Rong Ci smiled, turned, and left Feng Jingxin's room.

Watching her departing back, Feng Tingshen's gaze fell on the suit jacket she had placed on the back of the chair.

After putting the porridge on to boil, Rong Ci started preparing other seasonings.

By the time she washed her hands and came out of the kitchen, twenty minutes had already passed.

Rong Ci hesitated for a moment and went upstairs.

Arriving on the second floor, just as she turned, she saw Feng Tingshen standing by the window at the end of the hallway on the phone: "The fever has already gone down, don't worry."

Was he chatting on the phone with Lin Wu?

Would Lin Wu really worry about Feng Jingxin?

Rong Ci withdrew her gaze and entered Feng Jingxin's room.

Feng Jingxin had finished the IV and was asleep.

She had broken into a sweat, and Aunt Liu was carefully wiping the sweat for her.

Seeing her, Aunt Liu hurriedly gave up her position and handed the towel to her—she thought she wanted to take care of Feng Jingxin personally.

After all, Rong Ci had always been like this in the past.

Regarding Feng Jingxin and Feng Tingshen's affairs, she would always do everything herself.

Rong Ci shook her head.

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much of it, and again lightly changed Feng Jingxin into dry clothes.

Rong Ci sat on the sofa in the room, and after Aunt Liu finished, she asked: "Has the doctor left?"

"Mm."

"What did the doctor say? Will it spike again?"

She was considering whether to stay overnight here.

"The doctor said it shouldn't."

"That's good."

Since Feng Jingxin was fine, she probably wouldn't need to stay overnight here tonight.

The porridge was still boiling in the pot. Rong Ci sat for a while, then went downstairs. Aunt Liu was in the kitchen, saying: "I'll watch the fire, you're tired too, Lady, sit down and rest for a while."

Rong Ci left the kitchen and saw Feng Tingshen sitting on the living room sofa reading a newspaper.

Seeing her, Feng Tingshen looked over, then returned his attention to the newspaper.

Rong Ci's footsteps paused.

If it were in the past, she would definitely have sat over and spent more time with him without disturbing him.

But now...

They had nothing left to talk about.

Thinking of this, she turned and went upstairs, and Feng Tingshen didn't call her to stop.

Rong Ci had some doubts in her heart.

She thought he would definitely hold her accountable for her and Yu Moxun "bullying" Lin Wu.

But he didn't say anything at all...

Rong Ci had just gone upstairs when Feng Jingxin woke up, her face listless as she came out of the room to find her: "Mom, I'm hungry, is the porridge ready?"

"Almost." Rong Ci asked Aunt Liu: "Is she still running a fever?"

Aunt Liu smiled: "No fever."

Rong Ci was relieved, then turned and entered the kitchen. Five or six minutes later, she poked her head out and said to Feng Jingxin: "Xin Xin, the porridge is ready."

Rong Ci served the porridge and looked toward the door, only to find Feng Tingshen following along.

Feng Jingxin: "Mom, why is there only one bowl? Dad is eating too."

Rong Ci didn't know Feng Tingshen was also going to eat. Before she could speak, Aunt Liu smiled: "I'll go get a bowl."

Rong Ci didn't intend to eat herself, but she had the habit of making a bit more. Feng Jingxin didn't eat much, so it would be enough if she and Feng Tingshen each ate a little.

After serving the porridge, Rong Ci sat down and ate her porridge silently.

Feng Tingshen had already taken off his watch, his slender fingertips pinching the spoon, stirring gently, his demeanor elegant and very pleasing to the eye.

After Feng Jingxin tasted a mouthful, she narrowed her eyes in satisfaction: "Haven't eaten it in a long time, so fragrant."

Aunt Liu smiled: "Now that you've returned to the country, you can eat it whenever you want in the future."

"Mm!"

Rong Ci listened and paused, but didn't speak.

Feng Tingshen was sitting opposite her, also not speaking.

Feng Jingxin was very happy, and as if thinking of something, she acted spoiled toward Rong Ci: "Mom, will you accompany me to sleep tonight, okay?"

Rong Ci was about to refuse, but seeing her face was still pale and had no color, she agreed: "Alright."

Feng Jingxin only ate one bowl, and Feng Tingshen didn't eat much either; the porridge in the pot wasn't finished when they left the dining room.

Feng Jingxin loved cleanliness and insisted on taking a bath even when she had a cold.

Rong Ci was afraid she would catch a cold, so she had to go in to supervise her.

After Feng Jingxin finished her bath, Rong Ci hesitated for a moment, then turned and went to the master bedroom.

Feng Tingshen wasn't there.

Rong Ci thought her things had been cleared away by Feng Tingshen's people.

Entering, she discovered that the bedroom hadn't changed since she left.

Some of her daily necessities, such as slippers, hand cream, face cream, and water cup, were all still in the positions she remembered, not a single change.

As if she had never left.

Rong Ci entered the walk-in closet inside and pushed open the sliding door, only to find that her things inside hadn't decreased either.

However, it might also be because they hadn't officially divorced yet, and it wasn't good to disturb the old lady, which was why Feng Tingshen hadn't let anyone move her things.

She withdrew her thoughts, took a set of pajamas and a towel, left the master bedroom, and went to Feng Jingxin's room.

Feng Jingxin was sitting on the bed playing with a tablet. Seeing the clothes in her hand, she felt strange: "Mom, are you going to take a bath in my room?"

Rong Ci: "Mm."

She hadn't been in the bathroom for long when Feng Tingshen entered Feng Jingxin's room.