I can’t stand it anymore! My ex-husband pushed me against the wall and kissed me every day

“Not seriously.”

Shen Yi shook his head, "Because, for now, you only have slight resistance... However, you only started to show symptoms last night, so it's hard to say how it will develop."

"That……"

Sheng Xiangsi thought about it and said, "Could you please prescribe some medicine for me first?"

"That's fine."

Shen Yi nodded, prescribed some medicine, and then reminded him, "It's the same as before. Don't take too much medicine."

I wrote out the prescription and handed it to her.

"If the symptoms get worse, you can't just rely on medication, you must come here in time."

"Okay, got it, thank you."

"You're welcome, you should."

After taking the prescription, Sheng Xiangsi thanked him and got up to go outside to get the medicine.

...

Return to Ting Chin Bay.

In the afternoon, Sheng Xiangsi took Junjun back to the room for a nap. She didn't sleep well last night and was also ready to take a nap.

She coaxed Junjun to sleep first, then got up and took out the newly prescribed medicine from her bag.

He poured out a pill and was about to swallow it.

The phone beeped.

It was a message from Fu Hanjiang.

[Have you had lunch yet? I made an appointment with that French designer today, remember? I'm on my way, I'll pick you up when I come back, and we'll go together.]

There is such a thing.

Sheng Xiangsi suddenly realized and looked at the calendar. It was definitely today.

This designer is well-known in the industry, and just the day before yesterday, she was still looking forward to it.

But now, it's completely impossible...

Engage in a wedding dress? Get married? Spend the rest of your life with him?

Sheng Xiangsi frowned. She didn't want to be in their current state.

However, if she confronted Fu Hanjiang head-on, she had tried many times before... and it was impossible to succeed.

So, what else can we do?

Suddenly, Sheng Xiangsi lowered her head and looked at the small white pill in her palm...

My heart twisted and I had an idea.

Then, I unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle and put the medicine back... I didn't take it...

He turned around to look at the sleeping Junjun, raised his hand to touch her tender little face, smiled bitterly, and got up to leave.

Not long after going downstairs, Fu Hanjiang came back.

"Xiangsi." Fu Hanjiang stared at her face and looked at her carefully. "How was your morning?"

"Yeah." Sheng Xiangsi's expression was calm, without any ups and downs, "Nothing bad."

As he walked out, he said, "It's almost time, let's go."

"it is good."

Fu Hanjiang hurriedly followed, wanting to hold her hand. Just as he raised his arm, Sheng Xiangsi took a step back, her almond-shaped eyes swiping at him sharply.

He clearly refused, "Don't come near me, don't touch me... Otherwise, I won't go."

"Got it!" Fu Hanjiang immediately withdrew his hand, "I'll do as you say!"

Without looking at him again, Sheng Xiangsi bent down and got into the car.

Fu Hanjiang frowned, feeling anxious.

At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling that Xiangsi was not going to marry him anymore.

...

Drive to the bridal shop.

I met the designer at the agreed time.

Not just the designer himself, but also his entire team.

"Miss Sheng."

The designer first made a detailed inquiry, "What are your requirements? I need to understand."

Then, give examples.

"For example, do you have any particular favorite styles or designs? Or do you have any particular dislikes or types of designs or designs..."

"Including favorite elements, taboo elements, etc...."

The designer said, "According to Mr. Lu's request, we will design a unique and unique wedding dress for you. Therefore, your opinion is very important."

Sheng Xiangsi frowned and didn't speak for a while.

"Lovesickness?"

Fu Hanjiang looked at her nervously, his Adam's apple rolling. He missed her so much, why didn't she say anything?

Could it be that she really doesn't plan to get married? Does she not want a wedding dress anymore?

"Ok?"

Sheng Xiangsi glanced at him before explaining to the designer, "I actually don't know how to give advice. I don't seem to like anything in particular, nor do I particularly dislike anything."

"It's ok."

The designer smiled and nodded, "That's normal. So... Miss Sheng, can you tell me what kind of clothing style you usually prefer?"

"Also, what jewelry do you like, what food do you like to eat, what hobbies do you usually have, what books do you read, what movies do you watch, etc."

The designer concluded, "These all represent a person's aesthetic taste. If you tell me more, I can understand you better and design a wedding dress that suits your aesthetic taste."

"I understand." Sheng Xiangsi suddenly realized and nodded with a smile, "Then let me tell you..."

His voice was soft and he spoke in a leisurely manner.

"Ok."

The designer took notes on the tablet, "Please speak slowly, the more detailed the better..."

On the side, Fu Hanjiang watched silently, his anxious heart slowly letting go.

Xiangsi answered so carefully, like a bride-to-be who was looking forward to her wedding...

He was overthinking it. She was not unwilling to marry him because she was angry.

That's fine.

As long as they are together, everything else will pass.

As for her being angry and unwilling to get close to him...it was only temporary.

He was patient and coaxed her.

On Qingjun's face, the features slowly relaxed and he looked at his fiancée who spoke softly and tenderly with a smile.

"Miss Sheng, we have almost understood this. Let's go inside and take your measurements."

"Ok."

Sheng Xiangsi stood up with a smile and let the French chief personally measure her body.

"I'll measure you myself, understand your body shape, and be able to better design a wedding dress that's right for you."

"Thank you for your trouble."

From communication to measurement, it took more than two hours.

After it was over, the store manager came over to communicate with Sheng Xiangsi.

"Miss Sheng, when can we arrange another time for the bridesmaids' dresses?"

This French designer is only responsible for bridal dresses and does not take on bridesmaid dresses, which are handed over to other designers in the store.

I was unable to come the past two days, so I need to make another appointment.

Sheng Xiangsi remembered this, but she couldn't make a decision on her own.

So he said, "I'll discuss it with my friend, and I'll contact you after it's confirmed."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

The store manager smiled, bowed and escorted them out of the store.

"Take care, Mr. Lu, and take care, Miss Sheng."

...

"Acacia."

Fu Hanjiang looked at his watch and said, "I still have some things to deal with, so I won't send you back... Let Mu Yun accompany you."

Fearing that she would be unhappy, he added, "I'll rush to the company to finish my work, and then go back immediately so as not to delay having dinner with you and Junjun."

"Yeah, no problem."

Sheng Xiangsi nodded gently, not looking unhappy at all, and raised her hand to stroke her hair while speaking.

"Then go and get busy."

Fu Hanjiang noticed that she was wearing a watch on her wrist, the same one she and he wore as a couple.

Unconsciously, he raised his lips and said, "I'll take you to the car first."

"Ah."

Sheng Xiangsi got into the car and drove out.

She saw from the rearview mirror that the man was standing there until the car drove away and he could no longer be seen.

Sheng Xiangsi looked away and curled her lips almost imperceptibly.

He picked up his phone, edited the message, and sent it to both Yu Huanxi and Bai Ran. The content was the same.

After a while, the cell phone rang. It was Bai Ran calling.

"Hey."

"Lovesickness..."

On the other end, Bai Ran asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?"