nashuaworldcup Chapter 491 You Can't Lose Your Wife
Chapter 491 You Can't Lose Your Wife
Wen Yang had been observing her reaction.
Xu Fangli's chopsticks paused almost imperceptibly in mid-air.
The rising steam, carrying the unique sweet and pungent smell of seafood, assaulted my nostrils, making the spasms in my stomach even more pronounced.
She took a breath discreetly, and even smiled at Wen Yang as she picked up the dumpling: "I remember last time we came, you said that the crab roe dumplings here weren't authentic. Why did you order crab roe dumplings again?"
"The crab roe dumplings were pretty good."
Wen Yang looked at her.
Fang Li picked up the crab roe dumplings from the plate with her chopsticks.
The moment the dumpling enters your mouth, the rich flavor of crab roe explodes on your tongue.
Fang Li's throat instinctively contracted, and a strange sour taste instantly welled up between her teeth.
She frowned almost imperceptibly, forcing herself to chew slowly, imagining that she was eating a tasteless steamed bun, her movements mechanical and emotionless.
"How about it?"
Wen Yang rested her chin on her hand, staring at her intently.
"It's alright, but it's still far inferior to the one in the Dan Palace."
Xu Fangli swallowed her food and calmly picked up another one. "The meat filling seems to be too loose; it doesn't have much texture when you chew it."
Wen Yang's gaze swept over every inch of her expression like an X-ray.
Xu Fangli pretended not to know, ate the second one in big bites, and then pretended to choke and immediately lowered her head to drink some lemon water.
The cool liquid washed over my esophagus, temporarily suppressing the nausea that was churning inside me.
She let out a soft sigh of relief, and her expression returned to normal the moment she looked up.
"By the way, when are you planning to hold the opening ceremony for 'The Great Dream Never Ends'?"
Fang Li casually spun the tabletop turntable to distract Wen Yang, "I'll probably stay a few more days this time. Remember to let me know in advance when you've set the dates."
"Don't worry, I can't keep you from telling anyone else."
Wen Yang was indeed swayed, and said with a smile while biting her chopsticks, "You are the mother of the one who never wakes up from her dream, the boss of Xingli, and the editor-in-chief of this drama. You can't be left out."
As she spoke, she suddenly narrowed her eyes warily. "Wait, don't change the subject."
Xu Fangli picked up a slice of steamed fish; the fish meat was snow-white and drizzled with light soy sauce.
This was one of the few foods on the table that wouldn't offend her.
"Who changed the subject?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I was just asking casually. This is just normal conversation."
Wen Yang opened her mouth, but ultimately glanced at her without saying anything and buried herself in her food.
Xu Fangli took the opportunity to serve herself a bowl of boat congee, the rice grains cooked until they bloomed, mixed with shredded squid and crushed peanuts.
She sipped the porridge slowly, the hot congee soothing her rebellious stomach.
Wen Yang's doubts seemed to be temporarily appeased, and she began to talk at length about the progress of the company's recent new films and the competition for screenings during the Spring Festival.
Fang Li listened with a seemingly expressionless face, but the discomfort in her stomach did not subside.
She secretly pressed her lower abdomen under the table, where it felt like a melting block of ice had been inserted, the chill spreading through her veins to her limbs.
She told herself that the light pink bloodstains she saw on her underwear that morning must be a sign of her period.
It's only been delayed by three or four days compared to usual, perhaps due to the immense pressure I've been under lately. After all, I've had to deal with Sheng Qianrui, handle Song Yuchen, and keep those scheming relatives from the Han family in check...
"Fang Li?"
Wen Yang waved her hand in front of her eyes, "What's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"
Xu Fangli suddenly snapped back to reality, and after hearing Wen Yang's words clearly, she realized that fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of her forehead.
She pulled out a tissue and patted her face lightly, smiling slightly: "Don't you think the air conditioning in this restaurant is too strong? There are so many people eating at this time. I only drank half a bowl of porridge and I started sweating."
To prove she was alright, she even picked up a piece of chicken feet with black bean sauce.
The moment the food touched her tongue, her stomach convulsed violently, and she almost had to dig her nails into her palms to keep her expression unchanged.
Wen Yang looked at her several times to make sure she was alright before raising her hand to fan her neck and saying, "It seems a little hot."
The two ate for a while longer without incident.
Fang Li endured the nausea and forced herself to finish the entire chicken foot, which caused the acid in her throat to become uncontrollable.
"I'm going to the restroom."
She suddenly stood up, and in her haste, she knocked over the water glass on the table.
The pale yellow liquid seeped onto the tablecloth, and Wen Yang immediately stood up. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you alright?"
Wen Yang reached out to help, but Fang Li quickly and gently stopped her, saying, "It's okay, I just got some oil on my hands from eating chicken feet. I'll go wash my hands."
"......oh."
After asking the waiter, Fang Li left the restaurant and went straight to the restroom next door.
As soon as the bathroom door was locked, Xu Fangli rushed to the sink.
The violent vomiting came quickly and violently; crab roe dumplings, congee, lemon water—all the food I managed to swallow turned into a bitter torrent that rushed out of my throat.
Her trembling legs could barely support her body, so she had to grip the edge of the marble countertop, her knuckles turning white from the force.
for a long time.
Fang Li only stopped gagging when there was nothing left in her stomach to vomit.
She looked up with tears in her eyes. The woman in the mirror was pale, her lipstick smudged by water, like a withered rose.
After calming down for a while, Fang Li turned on the tap, scooped up some water to rinse her mouth, and then her stomach churned again. The sound of the rushing water masked another round of dry heaving.
Several minutes later, she finally straightened up.
Cold water splashed on her face as Xu Fangli stared at her wet reflection.
Wen Yang's earlier suspicions suddenly resurfaced in Fang Li's mind, and she unconsciously placed her right hand on her lower abdomen.
"Will not......"
She whispered to herself.
Although I kept telling myself this, a seed of doubt eventually took root in my heart.
After thinking about all sorts of random things for a while, Fang Li sighed, took out her lipstick from her bag, and began to touch up her makeup.
At that moment, the phone next to me suddenly vibrated.
It was a message from Han Xi.
[If they're watching too closely, you might not be able to come back tonight. If you're scared, go back to the hillside and get some sleep.]
Xu Fangli replied after reading: 【Okay.】
After sending the message, she hesitated for a moment and added: "I think I might be getting my period; my stomach is a little upset."
Within seconds, Han Xi dialed the number: "Are you feeling unwell? Does it hurt?"
The background noises sounded like papers turning and hushed conversations, suggesting there were other people around him.
Fang Li was too embarrassed to say anything else, and only said, "It's okay, just normal."
She adjusted her collar in front of the mirror, making sure no one would notice.
"I'll just drink some hot water in a bit."
"Then when you go back to Banshan tonight, I'll have Aunt Rong prepare brown sugar ginger tea for you in advance."
"No need. I need to visit Grandpa and Mom tomorrow morning. It's convenient to go from Guanlanting. I can also make ginger and jujube tea. I'll make it when I get back."
Han Xi's voice deepened, "Then remember to drink it, and also, don't touch cold water, don't..."
"Avoid raw or cold foods, avoid catching a cold, and avoid staying up late."
Xu Fangli laughed and replied, "President Han, you're becoming more and more like Aunt Rong, so talkative."
"It's your own fault for always disobeying me."
Fang Li smiled.
"Alright, Wen Yang is still waiting for me, I can't chat with you anymore."
"Okay, remember to let me know when you get home."
"Don't worry, Mr. Han, you won't lose your wife."
The two chuckled softly.