Zhu Yilan was in a daze when he suddenly heard the man in the back seat say in a low voice: "Stop the car."
Next to it is a large supermarket. It's not even ten o'clock, the lights are bright, and there are only a few people coming in and out.
It was inconvenient to park at the entrance, so Qu Mo drove forward for a short distance, looking for a suitable parking place. The car finally stopped under a camphor tree ten meters ahead.
Zhu Yilan sat upright: "Mr. Chen, do you want to buy something?"
Fu Jichen was too tired to speak, so he gathered his clothes and got out of the car, striding towards the supermarket he just passed.
Zhu Yilan reacted a second too late, then regained consciousness and quickly pressed on his seatbelt to chase him out, still able to walk as fast as he could on his stiletto high heels.
"Mr. Chen, I will help you buy whatever you need." Zhu Yilan ran too fast and panted slightly.
Fu Jichen's steps didn't stop and tended to go faster and faster: "I'll go by myself."
Does he mean that he doesn't need her to follow him? Zhu Yilan was heartbroken. Even if it was such a trivial matter, it was hard for her not to care.
Since when did she lose control of her heart?
After watching the man enter the supermarket, Zhu Yilan walked back to the car, looked up at the starless and moonless night sky, and took a deep breath, feeling the heavy feeling in his chest that was hard to relieve.
"Hey, Qu Mo, where did Shen Jia Nian come from?" Zhu Yilan asked the man squatting on the side of the road smoking, "Who is she?"
Qu Mo is Mr. Chen's personal driver and follows him every day. No one knows better than him when Shen Jianian appears.
The person being asked looked indifferent and expressionless. He raised his eyes and glanced at her, threw down half of the cigarette, raised his foot and stamped it out. He thought her words fell on deaf ears and left after he heard them.
Zhu Yilan was ignored and felt unhappy: "Qu Mo, didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Qu Mo picked up the extinguished cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can nearby. His expression was poor and his voice was dull: "You are confused and dare to inquire about the boss's private affairs."
He couldn't control what Zhu Yilan wanted to do, but he didn't understand the rules so much that he wouldn't say a word that he shouldn't have said.
Zhu Yilan was deflated and looked a little ugly. However, after Qu Mo reminded her, she also realized that her emotions were a little out of control, so much so that she forgot her identity and seemed ignorant of the importance.
After blowing the cool night breeze for a while, his depressed mood eased a little. Zhu Yilan turned his head and saw Fu Jichen coming out with a white shopping bag in his hand.
Zhu Yilan subconsciously stood up straight, waiting for someone to come closer, and couldn't help but glance at the plastic bag. The translucent bag contained... condoms, and a box of cookies.
Did she read that correctly?
He went to the supermarket himself just to buy these two things?
It's Shen Jia Nian again, right? The cookies he bought were for Shen Jia Nian, and the family planning supplies he bought were for Shen Jia Nian, right?
Zhu Yilan deeply felt the feeling of heartache and numbness, as if someone stabbed her heart with a blunt knife, and she lost consciousness after the pain.
It was a pity that the man was completely unaware of her thoughts. He walked past her like a gust of wind, without even giving her a look, and he bent down and got into the car.
Zhu Yilan walked to the passenger seat. Because she was restless, the toe of her shoe hit the car body when she got into the car. The pain almost made her burst into tears and she could not recover for a long time.
*
Rose Manor arrived, and after the car stopped, Fu Jichen carried the shopping bags and went down. His figure was slender and straight under the street lamp, with a superior head-to-body ratio, as if he had been painted stroke by stroke by the world's most outstanding painter with a scale.
Zhu Yilan looked at the man steadily through the car window, determined to fight for herself once, even if the consequences were catastrophic, she was willing to bear it.
"Have you moved to Huajingyuan?" Qu Mo turned the car around and drove out of the gate and asked.
Zhu Yilan came back to his senses, glanced at him, and said, "Trouble."
Qu Mo didn't answer. It was too late to take a taxi. It was natural to take her back and it was not a trouble.
The Rose Manor behind him is isolated by the shadows of trees, like a paradise far away from the world.
On the way up the elevator, Fu Jichen took off his suit jacket and hung it on his forearm, untied his tie, put one hand into his trousers pocket and took out the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, bit it between his lips, and took out his lighter.
The third floor arrived in a blink of an eye. He didn't have time to light it up and walked out of the elevator with a cigarette in his mouth.
No one came up at night, and the long corridor was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Only the sound of leather shoes treading on the floor stopped outside Shen Jianian's door.
Fu Jichen glanced at his watch. It was past ten o'clock. He didn't know if anyone inside was asleep.
He unlocked the door without knocking and went in. The room was dark, and the only light source came from the street lamp outside the window. It was blocked by a thin layer of gauze curtains. The light that came through was as pale as the moonlight covered by clouds and mist.
In such a dark environment, Fu Jichen still saw the person lying on the bed.
She was sleeping on her side with her back to him, and her shoulders were pitifully thin under the quilt.
Fu Jichen was afraid of disturbing her rest, so he didn't stay in the room for too long. He gently placed a box of cookies on the bedside table, trying not to make any noise, then turned around and left, closing the door.
He remembered that she had eaten this cookie during the day when she was taking medicine, and there was only one piece left in it.
The footsteps disappeared outside the door. Shen Jia Nian opened his eyes on the bed, turned over and faced outside. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw clearly an extra iron box on the bedside table.
Originally there was one, but now there are two, exactly the same.
*
The next day, the weather, which had been sunny for a few days, began to turn cloudy, and the temperature dropped accordingly, as if it jumped from summer to winter overnight.
I don’t know how many times this kind of weather will have to jump over and over again before winter can truly come.
Shen Jia Nian was still weak and slept until she woke up naturally. She had no intention of going to the company. Fu Jichen's real purpose was not to make her an assistant to the president anyway.
After resting in the room for most of the day, someone knocked on the door: "Miss Shen, can I come in?"
A young female voice, probably a servant at home. Shen Jianian leaned on the lounge chair by the window, with a blanket covering his legs, and said in a calm voice with a hint of laziness, "Come in."
The door was pushed open from the outside. Shen Jia Nian looked up and saw a festive face with curved eyebrows. She had seen it before and heard Zhou Rongzhen call her Xiao Ai.
Xiao Ai was followed by several ladies wearing business suits and small silk scarves around their necks.
"Ms. Shen." Xiao Ai was in a high mood, her voice was clear and full of excitement, "The temperature has cooled down. Sir, I sent you the latest autumn and winter clothes, as well as matching jewelry and bags! I took a quick look, and they were all very interesting. It looks good! Come and see what you don’t like, and you can exchange it.”
Shen Jianian did not show the happy expression that Xiao Ai expected. She was stunned for a moment, slightly embarrassed: "Miss Shen?"
"Leave it alone."
Shen Jianian picked up the magazine on the side and flipped through it, completely aloof from the incident.
Xiao Ai stood there blankly, and the clerks at the luxury brand stores behind him did not dare to move around. Each of them was holding several exquisite paper bags in their hands, like human-shaped shelves.
The air was silent for a moment, and Xiao Ai sighed helplessly. He could only make the decision on his own. He led a few people to the cloakroom and sorted the things into the cabinets.
The clerks left one after another. Xiao Ai walked hesitantly to Shen Jianian and asked her with concern: "Are you unhappy?"
Shen Jianian's emotion was light, and it was not directed at her: "No."
Xiao Ai pursed her lips and said no, but her expression was clearly unhappy.
Xiao Ai didn't understand and opened her mouth to ask something. Suddenly she heard familiar footsteps approaching from far away. She shrank her neck and closed her mouth. She turned around and saw that it was indeed her husband who was coming.
