Yin Shuyao knows how to poke people's pain, so she put Shen Jiannian's cello for sale on a second-hand website.
She priced an antique-level cello worth several million at 300,000. The purpose was to attract people to buy it as soon as possible, so as to stimulate Shen Jianian and get the pleasure of revenge on her.
The reason why Yin Shuyao knew the original price of this cello was because it was a gift Shen Jiannian received on her eighteenth birthday.
That day, she followed her parents to the Shen family to celebrate Shen Jia Nian's birthday. The banquet hall, which could accommodate hundreds of people, was brilliant. She watched in the dark as Shen Jia Nian was surrounded by people praising her. Those beautiful, expensive gifts piled up into a small mountain.
A seed called "jealousy" took root and sprouted like crazy at that time.
Today in the luxury store, Shen Jia Nian made things difficult for her, so she naturally wouldn't make it easy for her.
This is nothing, it's just an appetizer at most. If Shen Jia Nian refuses to give in, she has a more powerful trump card that can destroy her.
After all, she left room for Shen Jianian and hoped that she would not let him down. Otherwise, she wasn't sure what crazy things she would do.
Shen Jianian's hand trembled slightly as he typed: "What exactly do you want?"
On the night of Mrs. Qin's birthday banquet, she performed in the banquet hall and was taken away in a state of confusion. Her cello was left behind in the hotel. When she went back to look for it a few days later, the hotel staff told her that her cello had been taken away by her family.
She knew it was Yin Shuyao.
The phone vibrated twice and Yin Shuyao had a reply.
Yin Shuyao: "Apologise to me obediently, offer the dress with both hands, and I will withdraw this product information. Please think carefully, I cannot guarantee that your precious cello will still be there if it is too late."
Shen Jia Nian used to be a flower in the greenhouse. She was cared for with great care, and she didn't know the depth of people's hearts. After all, she was too young to fight against her. Yin Shuyao didn't believe she could remain calm when she saw her beloved cello being sold at a low price.
She probably went crazy the moment she received the news.
Shen Jia Nian stared at the words on the screen, his breath stuck in his chest and he couldn't believe there could be such a shameless person in this world.
Yin Shuyao had done so many things that hurt her, how could he have the nerve to ask her to apologize?
Yin Shuyao thought it was not enough and continued to stimulate her: "My dear cousin, have you thought about it? Let me remind you, someone is here to ask."
Yin Shuyao showed a screenshot of the chat to prove that he had not lied to scare her. Someone was indeed interested in the cello and came to ask for specific information.
Shen Jianian's whole body was cold, and he could imagine how proud Yin Shuyao was through the screen.
She can't wait any longer. Yin Shuyao has no bottom line and can do anything. Her mother's relics have been destroyed. She doesn't want to lose the cello that has been with her for several years.
Shen Jia Nian bit his lip and got up from the chair and ran out.
In her desperation, she forgot to knock on the door. When she broke into Fu Jichen's study, she heard a man's voice coming from the computer, speaking natural and fluent French, and the content was work-related.
Fu Jichen is having a video conference with people from abroad.
Realizing this, Shen Jianian stopped and stood frozen a few steps away from the desk, his eyes confused and confused.
Fu Jichen raised his head and revealed a stern face from behind the screen, which was his usual demeanor when working. His voice was light and emotionless: "What's the matter?"
After asking this question, he turned off the microphone, leaving only the screen.
There were a total of four participants in the video. They all stopped at this moment. Only Fu Jichen's slightly raised face could be seen. There was a small brown blood scab on the corner of his lips, and his voice could not be heard.
Shen Jianian tightened her fingers on the phone and said a little faster: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I want to ask you for a favor..."
In order not to take up more of his time, she told the whole story briefly.
"That's it?" Fu Jichen asked expressionlessly, "Is there anything else?"
Shen Jianian quickly shook his head and said, "No more."
"Wait."
Fu Jichen put down two words as light as feathers, and used such a nonchalant tone, as if this matter was not difficult for him at all, and it was not worth thinking about for a few seconds.
He picked up the mobile phone on the table and made a call, instructing the people under him to do it. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the woman standing motionless: "Okay, go to bed."
Shen Jianian heard his own breath of relief and a "thank you" as low as a mosquito.
"What?" Fu Jichen tilted his head and turned his ears toward her, as if he didn't hear clearly.
Shen Jianian took a deep breath and didn't mind repeating: "Thank you for helping me."
Fu Jichen's cold and solemn face showed a smile that broke the ice, and he spoke casually: "If you really want to thank me, take some practical actions, don't just talk."
Shen Jianian's expression immediately changed, and his tone was stiff as he said, "I won't disturb your work anymore."
The moment she turned around, Fu Jichen said, "Go to my room and wait for me."
As expected, seeing Shen Jia Nian's running back, Fu Jichen was in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth kept rising.
Looking back at the computer monitor, the smile on the man's lips subsided and he returned to the serious expression he had a few minutes ago.
Several people in the video watched a one-person mime show, and even though they had doubts in their hearts, they had no solution.
*
At eleven o'clock at night, Fu Jichen completed the day's work arrangements and walked out of the study with his fingers kneading between his brows.
He didn't see Shen Jianian in his bedroom. There was only silence in the room and the sheets and quilt were flat. He smiled slightly at the expected scene and went to the bathroom.
In the guest room, Shen Jia Nian was not asleep. Fu Jichen's words echoed in his ears over and over again, as if he was under some kind of spell.
Go wait for me in my room.
The man's low and ambiguous words sounded in his ears again, and Shen Jia Nian irritably pulled the quilt over his head.
About twenty minutes later, just as she was about to fall asleep, the mattress beneath her sank suddenly. She shuddered and her brain suddenly woke up.
A breath that didn't belong to him invaded.
"Unlock the door, wait for me." In the darkness, the man's voice sounded like a smile but not a smile, exactly the same as the voice that echoed in her ears before.
Shen Jia Nian was pulled into a warm and refreshing embrace, and the hair on his hair stood up: "Nonsense, I obviously..."
The words stopped suddenly, and she suddenly remembered that when she came back from the study, she was so confused that she just closed the door without locking it, which gave him an opportunity, and he misunderstood that she deliberately left the door open for him.
"I didn't." Shen Jianian explained in embarrassment, "I forgot to lock it."
"Oh, I forgot to lock it."
Fu Jichen repeated her words, with a meaningful smile in his tone that really deserved a beating.
"I'm serious." Shen Jianian emphasized.
Fu Jichen gave up arguing with her about whether she forgot to lock the door. His warm palm lingered on her waist, and his voice was low and seductive: "Do you remember what I said?" Not expecting her to react, he simply chose Ming, "Thank you with practical actions."
Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes, silently thinking in his mind that he could not avoid what was coming, and turned over and pressed her lips against his.
If the light was turned on, Fu Jichen would definitely be able to clearly see her expression as if she was looking forward to death. It didn't look like she was doing something intimate with someone, but rather she looked like she was about to die with her enemy.
In this way, Shen Jianian vented all the resentment that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time, like a small animal biting its prey.
Fu Jichen couldn't stand the crazy Shen Jia Nian, so he pushed her away a little and gasped: "If your mouth is chewed to bits, how can you see anyone tomorrow?"
Shen Jianian cursed shamelessly, but she didn't know whether she was scolding him or Yin Shuyao, who was even more shameless. With her eyes red, she moved forward to bite him again.
Fu Jichen heard a small sob in her voice, stretched out his long arm from the quilt, and turned on a wall lamp.
The warm yellow light spreads, leaving nothing behind. Shen Jia Nian's body froze, and she suddenly stopped. She was like a ghost caught in the sun, hiding under the quilt, refusing to let anyone see her hideous and ugly appearance.
Fu Jichen dug her face out from under the quilt and squinted at it for a while: "Feel wronged?"
Shen Jianian sniffed, punched and kicked him, and broke down uncontrollably: "Why are you bullying me? Why, what did I do wrong... Why are you doing this to me... Why!"
Fu Jichen watched the tears reflected in the light pour out of her eyes and roll into the pillow, her heart seemed to be scratched by something.
