It was not bright yet, and Shen Jia Nian was woken up by the alarm bell that suddenly rang. She was so sleepy that she wanted to turn it off, but someone was one step ahead of her, took the charging cell phone on the bedside table, and turned off the alarm.
The room fell silent, and Shen Jianian blinked, her eyes dry and sore, reminding her of the fact that she had cried.
She was like a man possessed last night and vented her anger at Fu Jichen. She could feel his hand tightening around her waist, which was a little comforting.
Looking back now, Shen Jia Nian felt that he had lost his mind and complained to Fu Jichen.
"woke up?"
Fu Jichen's voice was a little hoarse when he woke up in the morning, breaking the silence in the room.
Shen Jia Nian rolled his eyes and looked at him unexpectedly. He was inexplicably embarrassed and without saying a word, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed and hid in the bathroom.
Fu Jichen leaned lazily on the bedside and watched Shen Jiani close the bathroom door. His figure flashed past behind the blurry frosted glass door, with a smile in his eyes.
Is she embarrassed?
To be honest, she suddenly started crying last night, which startled him. He thought he was going too far and made her cry. After listening to her telling some things intermittently, he realized that it was probably because of her cousin.
After washing up, Shen Jia Nian deliberately stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes. When he came out, he didn't see Fu Jichen and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Jia Nian sat in front of the dressing table and put on simple makeup, focusing on covering her red and swollen eyelids. Thinking of having to go downstairs to dine at the same table with Fu Jichen later, she had an escape mentality.
Can you avoid him for a while?
As soon as the thought passed through his mind, Zhou Rongzhen came over and knocked on the door. His voice sounded at the door: "Jianian, sir, you asked me to hurry you up. You're almost late for work."
"Come right away." Shen Jianian put down her eyebrow pencil and turned her head and said.
"Okay, I'll go down first."
Zhou Rongzhen didn't come in, turned around and left, her words drifting away with her footsteps.
Shen Jia Nian slowly changed his clothes and went to the restaurant. Fu Jichen had already finished his portion and was leisurely reading the day's financial newspapers with his legs crossed.
Hearing the scraping sound of the chair opposite, and the newspaper covering his face moving down a little, Fu Jichen glanced at her, with a smile in his eyes.
Shen Jia Nian didn't look at him. She buried her head and stuffed the buns into her mouth. Her cheeks were bulging and she was a little choked. She scooped up the gruel and took a big sip, then swallowed the food in her mouth.
Fu Jichen shook the newspaper and laughed: "Eat slowly, no one will compete with you."
Shen Jianian choked. Didn't he say he was going to be late?
The doorbell rang, and a servant went to open the door, negotiated a few words with the people outside, and brought in a large white box that he could tell at a glance contained something.
Shen Jia Nian casually glanced over and paused, his eyes widened as he stared at the piano case held in front of him by the servant. He instantly forgot all the embarrassment and unpleasantness and asked Fu Jichen for confirmation: "Is it my piano?"
Got it so quickly? Shen Jia Nian couldn't believe it.
Fu Jichen's voice came from behind the newspaper, with a mysterious tone: "I don't know, take a look."
Shen Jianian put down the uneaten buns, stood up and wiped his hands, walked over in two quick steps and took the piano case from the servant.
The piano case was heavy, and it was difficult for the servant to hold it, but it seemed weightless in Shen Jianian's hands.
Seeing her picking it up easily with one hand, the servant looked surprised.
Little did they know that this was what Shen Jia Nian carried on her back every day. It had long since become a part of her body. Carrying it was as natural as breathing and eating.
Shen Jianian opened the piano case on the sofa in the living room. It was her cello, lying intact inside.
Her fingers gently touched the strings, and some emotions surged through her heart, which no one but herself could understand.
"How did you do it?" Shen Jia Nian buttoned up the piano case and returned to the restaurant to ask Fu Jichen.
"Bought at ten times the price." Fu Jichen said lightly.
Shen Jia Nian took a breath and fell silent.
Three million was nothing to her when she lived a wealthy life in the past, but now it is a sky-high price. From yesterday to today, she spent more than six million on Fu Jichen.
Shen Jianian's mood was a little complicated. After thinking about it, he said in a low voice: "I will return it to you in the future."
When she gets back the Ling Yue Group, her debt to Fu Jichen will be paid off one by one, and they will no longer owe each other anything.
*
Yin Shuyao sent a lot of messages to Shen Jianian last night. Shen Jianian responded to the first few messages, but the rest were all lost. She sold the piano in anger.
She is not stupid. Since she wants to sell it, of course she will sell it to the highest bidder.
Three million is almost the price of that dress. She can use this money to choose a dress of the same price. There are so many beautiful dresses, why should she worry about the ones Shen Jia Nian tried on?
After successfully getting the payment, Yin Shuyao reluctantly swallowed the anger she felt in the store yesterday.
However, it doesn't mean that she will let Shen Jia Nian go.
Yin Shuyao had a busy day at the company. It was almost time to get off work. She picked up the mobile phone on her desk and turned her chair to face the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky in the evening was almost orange-red, with a few white clouds floating in clear outlines, enclosed by the window frame, like a giant oil painting.
Yin Shuyao put one hand on the armrest of the chair, tapping her fingers one by one. After five minutes of silence, she clicked on the screen of her mobile phone and called her mother, Hu Yuzhi.
"Baby girl, are you in a better mood today?" Hu Yuzhi said in a brisk and joyful tone, "I'm still picking out the dishes for the wedding banquet in the hotel. Come over when you're done and we'll have dinner together."
When she heard about the wedding, Yin Shuyao couldn't help but curled her lips and agreed: "Okay."
"By the way, what did you want to say to me when you called me?"
"Mom, is there anyone around you?" To be cautious, Yin Shuyao had to ask first.
Her tone was solemn, which sounded unusual. Hu Yuzhi suppressed her expression and waved to the waiting manager. The hotel manager had a look, nodded lightly, exited the door, and closed the door considerately.
Hu Yuzhi was the only one left in the spacious and bright luxury box. She cleared her throat: "Okay, let's talk about what you have to say now."
"Mom, you said yesterday that you would find a way to drive Shen Jia Nian out of Yicheng. I agree." Yin Shuyao said, "But you don't have to worry about this matter. I have my own way."
"What can you do?"
Hu Yuzhi was thinking about this matter when she was free. It was like it was stuck in her throat. Even after the whole day, she could not think of a feasible solution.
"Just leave it alone. I'm just telling you to prevent you from affecting my plan." Yin Shuyao looked at the sky darkening little by little outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The gorgeous rosy clouds disappeared and were gradually replaced by gray. The corners of her lips Smiling, "Just wait and see, I promise to make her get out of Yicheng in disgrace."
Shen Jianian was like a thorn in her flesh, which had to be pulled out sooner or later.
Yin Shuyao opened the encrypted photo album on her phone. The group of photos in it were her trump card. If one of them was circulated, it would be enough for Shen Jianian to drink a pot.
She had to choose the right moment...
Might as well take advantage of it now.
Shen Jia Nian lost her beloved cello and was hiding in a corner crying bitterly. She would definitely not be able to bear a "fatal blow" to her at this time, so she would obey her words and leave Yicheng and stay away from her world.
So what if there is someone behind you?
It is impossible for Shen Jianian to tell a second person about a photo of this size.
