Zhu Yilan drove Shen Jianian back to Rose Manor, and the two of them were speechless on the way.
Zhu Yilan wanted to ask something several times, but after seeing the ashen expression on Shen Jia Nian's face, she swallowed all the words.
When getting off the car, Shen Jianian whispered thank you, entered the house, took the elevator upstairs, and locked himself in the room without disturbing anyone.
Zhou Rongzhen, who was busy in the kitchen, seemed to hear the sound of the door opening. She was not sure. She came out and took a look. When she didn't see anyone, she thought she was hallucinating. She was about to go back to the kitchen when the doorbell rang.
Zhou Rongzhen wiped her hands and opened the door. She was stunned when she saw the person coming: "Secretary Zhu?"
"Is Mr. Chen at home?"
"Yes." Zhou Rongzhen took a step back to allow her to come in, "I went upstairs after dinner."
An extremely awkward look flashed across Zhu Yilan's face. The previous incident was always a shadow in her heart, and she no longer dared to intrude into Fu Jichen's private territory at will.
"I wish the secretary has something to do with your husband?" Zhou Rongzhen asked thoughtfully, "Do you need me to go up and tell him?"
Zhu Yilan gave her a faint smile: "It's not particularly important. Let's talk about it later. I'm sorry to bother you."
She turned to leave when she suddenly heard the sound of the elevator door opening. She stopped subconsciously and glanced over there. The person coming out of the elevator was Fu Jichen.
He was dressed casually at home, a dark gray flannel shirt paired with black trousers, indoor cloth slippers on his feet, and his movements were lazy and casual, as if a layer of cold outer shell had faded away, giving him a different kind of charm.
Zhu Yilan forced his eyes not to stay on that person for too long, so as not to reveal his inappropriate thoughts.
"Mr. Chen." She greeted calmly.
Fu Jichen glanced at her and quickly looked away, as if he was looking for someone. When he didn't find someone, he asked her, "Why are you alone, where is Shen Jianian?"
"Is she not there?" Zhu Yilan was confused, "I sent her back."
"Maybe he went back to his room." Zhou Rongzhen interrupted at the right time, "I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening before Secretary Zhu came in."
Zhu Yilan looked at Fu Jichen and hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" Fu Jichen walked to the sofa and sat down, asking Zhou Rongzhen to make a cup of coffee. He would serve it later. He had to deal with some work matters in the evening and needed to refresh himself.
Zhou Rongzhen left the living room, and Zhu Yilan took a step closer and told him what happened in the store: "I don't know that woman. She looked like she had a problem with Shen Jianian, and he deliberately targeted her as soon as she entered the store."
Fu Jichen was leaning on the back of the sofa, a cigarette hanging from his lips, but he had not lit it yet.
Who has a problem with Shen Jianian? He didn't have to think too long and he already had the answer in his mind.
It seems that the lesson given to Yin Shuyao last time was not enough to make her remember.
Zhu Yilan was silent for a moment. He had nothing to say. He took out the black card from his bag, bent down and put it on the coffee table in front of him, and said goodbye to him: "Mr. Chen, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Fu Jichen raised his hand.
Zhou Rongzhen brought the brewed coffee to Fu Jichen: "Has Jianian had dinner? Do you need to cook something for her?"
"Cook it."
Fu Jichen turned his head and lit the cigarette, and the rising light blue smoke covered his slightly narrowed black eyes. He leaned over and picked up the black card, carrying the coffee to the third floor.
Passing by Shen Jianian's room, Fu Jichen stopped and raised his hand to knock on the door. After waiting for a while and no one responded, he held the doorknob and planned to go in directly.
Unexpectedly, the door was locked and he couldn't open it from the outside.
Fu Jichen frowned: "Shen Jia Nian, open the door."
There was no place in the entire Rose Manor that he couldn't enter, so she was able to keep him out.
"Shen Jia Nian." Fu Jichen held a cigarette in one hand, his patience was running out, and he was holding a cup of steaming coffee in the other hand. It was inconvenient to make big moves, so he had to threaten with words, "If you don't open the door, I will have someone bring the key." .”
Less than three seconds after he finished speaking, Shen Jianian opened the door. He didn't have time to wash his face. There were a few obvious tears on his fair cheeks, and his red eyes glared at him: "Why are you so annoying?!"
Fu Jichen was originally concerned about her situation, so he came over to take a look, but was amused by her strange words: "Did I offend you?"
Shen Jia Nian turned around and walked inside. The door was open. He could enter or not enter as he pleased. This was his territory anyway. He could do whatever he wanted. She had no right to interfere.
Fu Jichen entered her room unceremoniously: "I heard you had a quarrel with someone?"
Shen Jianian paused for a moment with his back turned to him. Did he know it so quickly?
Then I thought about it, Zhu Yilan was his secretary, and I would definitely report everything to him.
Regarding this matter alone, Fu Jichen didn't owe her anything. She really shouldn't vent her anger on him. Instead, she did something sorry for him.
"I'm sorry, I impulsively paid you more than three million in the store. I'll go and refund it tomorrow." Shen Jianian apologized to him in a low voice.
Fu Jichen put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray, and a chuckle escaped from his lips: "Who are you insulting? I told you to choose a dress, as long as you are happy."
Shen Jianian was speechless and looked back at him, feeling that he was a little confused. They had only known each other for a short time. Did he think there was too much money to spend?
"Come here." Fu Jichen patted the sofa next to her when she looked over.
Shen Jianian walked over hesitantly, but did not sit down.
Fu Jichen had never seen someone as dull and blind as her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her over. Shen Jia Nian tilted her body and fell into his lap. She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but he held an arm tightly around her waist.
"Fu Jichen, let me go!"
Shen Jianian's face was embarrassed, coupled with an expression of shame and anger. It had a unique charm, which made people have a bad taste, and they especially wanted to tease her.
Fu Jichen had a smile in his eyes and said jokingly: "Aside from this, what else can you say?"
"No!" Shen Jianian twisted and struggled. He was already irritable. After being teased repeatedly by him, his mood couldn't get any worse. "Can you put me down?"
"do not move."
Fu Jichen scolded, grabbed her hand and raised it to his eyes.
Zhu Yilan said that she saw her hand bleeding. Sure enough, there was a cut on the palm of her hand. The wound was a bit deep and had not healed yet: "Foolish people will conflict with others head-on. Smart people will always remember grudges and look for opportunities to pay them back."
Shen Jia Nian couldn't move. Thinking of the broken jade bracelet, his eyes became wet and hot. She raised her head slightly and rolled her eyes to hold back tears.
She didn't want to explain to him that he didn't understand the importance of that jade bracelet to her. There was no way she could still think of staying sane under such circumstances.
Fu Jichen put her on the sofa, went out, brought iodine and cotton swabs to treat her wound, and put a waterproof band-aid on her.
Shen Jia Nian pursed her lips and let him manipulate her. The pain in the wound was only one ten thousandth of the pain in her heart.
Fu Jichen threw away the used cotton swabs and band-aid wrappers. When he raised his eyes, what caught his eye was Shen Jianian's stubborn eyes filled with water.
He was obviously sad and desperate, but he refused to show any vulnerability.
She may not know how endearing this look is.
Fu Jichen's thoughts moved slightly, and he held the back of her head with one hand, pulled her in front of him, lowered his head and kissed her lips, showing a domineering strength that he had never seen before.
Shen Jia Nian only let out a short moan before his lips were sealed, without even a chance to resist.
Distraught and being taken advantage of, Shen Jia Nian became angry and refused to comply.
Zhou Rongzhen carried the cooked noodles to the third floor and stood stunned at the door of Shen Jianian's room. She had experienced the same embarrassment once, and she still didn't know how to react this time.
She wanted to leave quietly and come back later. Inside, Fu Jichen had already let go of Shen Jianian, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Come in."
Zhou Rongzhen retracted her steps and entered Shen Jianian's room with her head lowered. From the corner of her eye, there seemed to be blood coming out of the corners of her husband's lips.
Shen Jianian's face was as red as a shrimp that had been thrown into a frying pan and he couldn't raise his head in front of her.
Zhou Rongzhen didn't say anything else, put down her things and left.
Fu Jichen calmly picked up the coffee on the coffee table and went to the study to work, leaving Shen Jia Nian to have dinner alone in the room.
The temperature on Shen Jia Nian's face could not drop for a long time. He ate a few chopstick noodles hastily and had no appetite.
The phone rang twice, which was WeChat notification tone. She thought it was a message from the work group, but opened WeChat and found that it was from Yin Shuyao.
Before she read the content of the message, her brows furrowed.
Yin Shuyao: "Dear cousin, don't forget that your cello is still with me. Don't you want it anymore?"
Yin Shuyao: "[Picture]"
Shen Jia Nian clicked into the chat interface. Just seeing the small picture made her hands tremble with anger and she couldn't hold the chopsticks.
