Living together on the third floor, Shen Jia Nian had never set foot in Fu Jichen's bedroom. She stopped outside the door with a tray and knocked on the door with one hand.
The two soft sounds of "dong dong" were particularly clear in the quiet corridor late at night.
He retracted his hand and held one end of the binaural tray, waiting for a second or two, but there was no response coming from it.
Shen Jia Nian couldn't help but wonder, was Fu Jichen so drunk that he lost consciousness?
I always feel that a person like him, who has a distinguished status and a deep and unpredictable mind, will not let himself fall into a passive situation when going out to socialize. How many people from the Fu family in Beicheng, the most likely future power holders of the Junshan Group, dare to embarrass themselves?
Shen Jianian knocked on the door again, tapped his knuckles on the door several times, and called tentatively: "Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu?"
The people in the room still showed no reaction at all.
The door was ajar, Shen Jia Nian sighed secretly and reached out to push it open.
In such a large bedroom, only two wall lamps above the bedside were turned on. The light was dim and yellow, surrounding a large dark bed underneath. The man was fully clothed and lying on the bed, with a corner of the quilt covering his waist and abdomen. The suit jacket he took off was placed on the back of the sofa at the end of the bed. The tie was wrapped around his cold white wrist. He probably pulled it off and forgot to throw it away when he was in a daze. open.
As the footsteps approached, Shen Jianian heard the man's slightly heavy breathing and saw the deep wrinkles between his brows, which may be due to discomfort.
Shen Jianian put down the tray in his hand and hesitated for a moment, silently thinking that he should repay his kindness for helping him many times. She leaned closer and tried to wake him up to drink soup: "Mr. Fu?"
At such a close distance, no matter how she called, the person on the bed showed no sign of waking up, as if he had fallen into a coma.
Shen Jia Nian was helpless and a little discouraged. He glanced at the sobering soup that was no longer steaming. He felt anxious and reached out to squeeze his shoulder: "Fu..."
As soon as a word came out of his mouth, his wrist was gripped tightly with great force, and the area where it was held ached.
Shen Jianian's shoulders shrank in shock. She didn't see clearly when the person on the bed opened her eyes or moved her hands. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat.
Fu Jichen's eyes were as dark as a whirlpool, and he stared at her for a long time, as if trying to distinguish something. Then he relaxed his grip on his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"
Shen Jianian's heart beat wildly for several beats. After a long time, he regained his frightened soul and said, "Aunt Rong asked me to give you sobering soup."
Fu Jichen closed his eyes and took a breath. He half stood up and leaned against the bedside. He picked up the cup of sobering soup on the bedside table and swallowed it, his brows always furrowed.
"I'm going back to my room first, you go to bed early."
Shen Jianian spoke a little faster. After speaking, she was about to turn around, but someone held the same part of her wrist. She paused and looked at the owner of that hand.
While Fu Jichen put down the white porcelain cup, the hand holding her wrist secretly exerted force. Shen Jianian was pulled back by him, and his calves hit the edge of the bed. His body's center of gravity was unstable and he fell onto the large bed.
I felt the world spinning for a while, my eyes were covered with a thick shadow, and the man's breath lingered on the tip of my nose, a faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and an invisible aura of aggression.
Shen Jianian put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, with fear and panic in her eyes: "Fu Jichen, what are you going to do?"
The current situation easily brought back Shen Jia Nian's unbearable memories of that rainy night.
Fu Jichen's tiger's mouth locked her jaw, and under his palm was the woman's white skin, which felt very good to the touch. It was as smooth and tender as a peeled lychee, and she shuddered slightly. She had taken a shower, her long hair was as smooth as satin, and her body exuded the fragrance of gardenia. She was only wearing a soft matte pink nightgown. The fabric was as silky as cold water, and it only touched her body temperature. Warm.
"Follow me and help you get back the Lingyue Group." Fu Jichen lowered his neck and pressed his thin lips against her hot ear. His voice was as low as a ghost, "How about it?"
All Shen Jianian's struggles stopped in an instant and she stared at him in surprise: "What do you mean?"
Fu Jichen's eyes were only half drunk. Unlike drunken gibberish, his behavior was calmer than that of ordinary people when they were sober. Such calmness is frightening for no reason.
"Don't you understand?" Fu Jichen raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly and heartlessly, "Miss Shen, you don't really think this deal is so easy to conclude, do you?"
How could Shen Jianian not understand? What he wanted was not as simple as her being his personal assistant. What he wanted was...her. To be precise, it was her body.
She was naive again, and actually thought that he must be a kind-hearted person because he loved taking care of flowers and plants and adopting stray cats and dogs.
Fu Jichen turned over and got off her body and went to the bathroom.
He was not in a hurry, waiting for her to think clearly.
The sound of gurgling water rang in her ears. Shen Jia Nian stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, her eyes gradually becoming foggy, just like the frosted glass in the bathroom that was blurred by water vapor.
Shen Jia Nian was desperate and helpless, and vaguely seemed to be holding on to a piece of driftwood. She raised her hands to cover her eyes. Fu Jichen's words that day were still in her ears: I said, wait until you think about it before discussing this deal with me.
It turned out that this was his idea from the beginning, but she didn't understand. She just said that apart from this body, she had nothing else to worry about.
Not long after, Fu Jichen came out wrapped in a nightgown. His short hair was wiped with a towel. It was not completely dry and smelled slightly damp. The smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was washed away, replaced by the refreshing smell of body wash. It is a herbal smell, which is not pleasant at first, but becomes addictive after a long time.
"Think about it." He sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand with one hand.
The tone was affirmative, not questioning.
She was still lying on his bed, which was the best answer. She could have taken advantage of him to take a shower and go back to her room, but she didn't do that. More than ten minutes were the last time he gave her to think about it.
Time has passed and there is no chance to look back.
Shen Jianian took away the hand covering her eyelids, and as soon as she touched his eyes, her body that had finally calmed down trembled uncontrollably.
Fu Jichen turned off the light, leaned over and covered her under him, in the same posture as before. He stroked her face with his palms, trying to make her less tense.
How could Shen Jia Nian relax? He clenched his teeth even more tightly. His body was stiff and shaking violently. He soon broke out in sweat, soaking the quilt underneath him.
In the darkness, Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes, tears rolling into the quilt from the corners of his eyes.
Should she be grateful? Fu Jichen was considered gentle, and this incident was not as painful as she had imagined before.
She heard him call her name: "Shen Jianian..."
She burst into tears, wishing that she was not Shen Jianian.
*
Shen Jia Nian didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, the seat next to him was empty, and the sheets were slightly cool, indicating that the man had been up for quite some time.
At least you don't have to face him now, which is nice.
When she woke up, her whole body was sore and weak, and there was a dull pain in the seams of her bones. It felt like the entire skeleton had been dismantled and reassembled.
There was no sticky unpleasant feeling on her body, it must have been because someone had cleaned her after she fell asleep. As for who this person was, she no longer had the energy to think about it.
Shen Jia Nian was like a fish stranded on the beach, lying quietly. She didn't care what time it was, what she would do if she was late for work, or who would handle the piled-up work... All these were forgotten by her.
She calmed down for a while and moved her arms and legs. The pain doubled in her body in an instant. She frowned, endured the discomfort, put on her nightgown, and walked back to her room barefoot.
He didn't go anywhere and just hid in the bathroom.
She wanted to take another shower to wash away the smell and traces of that person left on her body.
*
Fu Jichen didn't get up very early. After dinner, he went upstairs. He didn't see Shen Jia Nian sleeping peacefully on the bed as expected. He searched in the cloakroom and bathroom but couldn't find her.
Turning around and going to the guest room, as soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of shower water coming from the bathroom. Fu Jichen's face looked a little ugly. He had obviously bathed her while she was asleep.
