Chapter 141 Sharing a Bed

Chapter 141: Sharing the Bed

"Fu Tinghua."

On their way home, Su He suddenly called out to Fu Tinghua.

"Yes?" Fu Tinghua paused and turned his gentle gaze toward her.

"We're in the countryside. Aren’t you afraid people will gossip if you hold my hand like this?" Su He couldn’t help but ask.

"No. This way, they’ll stop gossiping about our marriage being troubled."

Fu Tinghua tightened his grip on her hand as he spoke.

Su He: ...

"Yeah, Dad, you have no idea—some people even said that if Mom divorced you, they’d introduce her to someone else!"

Zai Zai blurted out, making both adults freeze.

"Oh? Really?" Fu Tinghua said, his tone icy.

"They were just joking," Su He said helplessly. She never expected her normally reserved son to be such a big mouth.

"It’s fine. Your mom and I won’t get divorced," Fu Tinghua smirked slightly as he replied.

Hastily changing the subject, Su He brought up the matter with Fu Yanju.

"What do you plan to do about Fourth Sister’s situation?"

"The Chens will likely come by tomorrow," Fu Tinghua said, his eyes glinting coldly.

"What? That soon?" Su He was surprised.

Her husband was more complex than he let on.

"You don’t need to worry."

As he spoke, Fu Tinghua took the opportunity to gently pat Su He’s head.

Su He: ...

Was he teasing her again?

She couldn’t help wondering if Dr. Fu was touch-starved—each time they saw each other, he found sneaky ways to make contact.

But since he did it so naturally and had such a handsome face, she couldn’t even bring herself to mind.

After giving the kids their bath, Fu Tinghua suddenly asked them, "Do you think you can sleep by yourselves tonight?"

Su He, nearby: ?!?

"Yeah!" Zai Zai shouted.

Niu Niu looked between her dad and mom, hesitating for a moment.

Finally, under her dad’s hopeful look, she also replied, "Yes."

Su He: ?!?

Wait, you three just decided without me? Didn't even ask what I think?

But to keep the kids from noticing and show them a normal marriage, Su He didn’t argue with Fu Tinghua.

After sending the two children back to their room, Su He pulled Fu Tinghua out and asked, "What's your deal?"

Fu Tinghua put on an innocent face, even blinking at her. "I'm not doing anything."

Oh, now you're playing innocent?

"You're still on probation. The month isn't even up yet," Su He snapped.

But then Fu Tinghua suddenly pulled her into his arms, letting his chin rest lightly on her head.

Su He jumped at the sudden gesture but soon felt the warmth radiating from him and his strong, steady heartbeat.

Her body trembled slightly before gradually relaxing.

"But you're my wife. And sleeping separately like this isn't healthy for our relationship—it'll give Zai Zai and Niu Niu the wrong idea," his voice came from above, a little muffled.

"I just want you close to me."

"I won't try anything, promise."

"Please? Come on? Sweetheart?"

As he spoke, Fu Tinghua gently stroked Su He’s forehead.

Su He, who always gave in more easily to tenderness than force, was completely defenseless against Dr. Fu.

When he called her "sweetheart," she broke out in goosebumps.

Fu Tinghua’s voice was just too pleasant.

Why didn’t it make her cringe at all when he said that?

Since they’d end up sharing a bed sooner or later, what did it matter if it happened now or later?

And just like that, Su He was talked into sharing a bed by Dr. Fu.

She knew better than to trust a man’s words—phrases like "I’ll just stay on the outside" were absolutely unbelievable to her.

But when Dr. Fu said he wouldn’t do anything, he really meant it.

Su He took a shower first and then climbed right into bed.

She slept on the inside, leaving plenty of space for Fu Tinghua.

It hadn’t felt like a big deal earlier, but why was she getting nervous now?

After all, in her past life, she'd been single for over thirty years—still untouched.

Fidgeting under the covers, she hadn’t been lying there long when the bedroom door creaked open.

The sound startled her, and her eyes flew shut as she played possum.

Despite usually being calm and fearless, when it came to situations like this, she found herself tensing up.

Fu Tinghua wore a white tank top paired with black loose shorts, looking effortlessly casual.

He had just stepped out of the shower, his hair still damp as he towel-dried it.

The tank top wasn’t loose—it clung slightly to his skin, accentuating his toned physique, with his eight-pack abs faintly visible.

This simple outfit exuded a unique charm, especially with his handsome face, making him irresistibly captivating.

Luckily, Su He had her eyes closed—otherwise, she would’ve probably gotten a nosebleed.

Fu Tinghua walked up to the bed and, seeing the petite figure lying there, his lips quirked up slightly.

He could tell at a glance that she wasn’t really asleep—she was just faking it.

As a surgeon, one of the first things he learned was how to detect whether a patient was lying or pretending to sleep.

After drying his hair sufficiently, he set the towel aside.

Then, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes naturally fell on the person pretending to be asleep.

Su He felt someone’s gaze fixed on her and couldn’t help but regret faking sleep.

How was she supposed to fall asleep tonight with him watching like that?

While lost in thought, she suddenly felt a fresh, clean scent wash over her.

Then, her lips turned cool.

This time, it wasn’t just a quick peck like before.

Yet, he didn’t linger either—he stayed on her lips for about three seconds before breaking away.

“This jerk!” Su He thought angrily. “Exploiting my ‘sleep’ again!”

Originally, Fu Tinghua had given her the impression of being aloof, mature, and distant.

But now, Su He was revising her opinion.

How could Dr. Fu be so shameless, taking advantage of her like this and sneaking a kiss while she was ‘asleep’?

Suddenly, rustling sounds filled the room.

A moment later, the lights went off.

Fu Tinghua climbed into bed.

Her heart pounded—why did she feel so nervous?