Shen Jia Nian was embarrassed to trouble others. After thinking for a while, he politely declined Fu Yuling's kindness: "No need..."
"Go get another one."
Before Shen Jianian finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fu Jichen's words. She looked at him, and the latter nodded and motioned for her to follow.
Seeing that Shen Jianian was still hesitant, Fu Yuling said, "Don't be polite to me. We are about the same height. You should be able to wear my clothes."
"Okay then." Shen Jianian said with a slight smile, "Sorry to trouble you."
Fu Yuling: "It's a trivial matter."
She took the lead to leave, leading Shen Jianian upstairs like a host.
Before taking two steps, she noticed that something was wrong with the footsteps behind her. Fu Yuling looked back and saw Shen Jia Nian following her, while her brother Fu Jichen followed Shen Jia Nian step by step.
There was a crack in Fu Yuling's expression, and he couldn't help but complain: "Brother, what are you doing? I won't eat Miss Shen, so you have to follow me when I take her to change clothes?"
Shen Jianian also said, "Wait for me downstairs. I'll be down soon."
Fu Jichen put one hand in his trouser pocket, ignored Fu Yuling, and only replied to Shen Jianian: "I will accompany you."
Shen Jianian couldn't change his mind, so he had to smile helplessly at Fu Yuling in front of him.
Fu Yuling withdrew his gaze without saying a word and looked forward, his face a little cold.
Is Fu Jichen afraid that she will bully Shen Jia Nian?
Although she did think about giving her some clues, she had not forgotten how embarrassed she was when she was blocked from entering Yunding Palace on a rainy day last time.
When he arrived outside the room, Fu Yuling held the doorknob and opened it, turning sideways to invite Shen Jianian in.
Her room was very large, with the cloakroom alone occupying over a hundred square meters. As she entered, the flowing lights lit up, illuminating the entire space.
"You see which one you like, pick whatever you want."
Fu Yuling glanced at Fu Jichen behind him and spoke to Shen Jianian.
Rows of clothes are hung in the wardrobes on both sides of the aisle according to the season and color. At first glance, they look like paint boxes, which is dazzling. There is a whole wall of glass cabinets in the front where shoes and bags are placed.
Fu Jichen scanned the gaudy fashions, which did not match Shen Jia Nian's usual dressing style. He helped to select them and picked out a white long-sleeved dress: "This one."
The style is relatively simple and the colors are not that eye-catching, which is more suitable for Shen Jiannian.
Fu Yuling glanced at the sound and almost bit her tongue. It was a limited edition item that she asked a friend from abroad to buy from a fashion show!
The cross-border express delivery took almost a month. I haven't worn it since I got it, and the tags are still on it.
But she had already told Shen Jianian to pick whatever she liked, and there was no way she would do anything to slap her in the face. She gritted her teeth and said generously: "If you like it, Miss Shen, just wear it."
Shen Jianian thanked her and said, "I'll take it to the store for dry cleaning and return it to you later."
Fu Yuling really liked this skirt, otherwise she wouldn't be willing to wait for a month, and she didn't express any objection to Shen Jianian's words.
Shen Jia Nian wanted to change clothes, and the other two people came out of the cloakroom.
Fu Yuling's eyes fell on Fu Jichen. This was the first time he had entered her boudoir as an adult. He was not like other boys who entered a girl's room and looked around, which seemed very frivolous. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, looked down at the message, and occasionally raised his eyes to glance in the direction of the cloakroom.
The temperature in the room was warm and suitable. He took off his coat and wore a precious handmade shirt. The hem was tucked into his trousers. His waist was narrowed by a black belt. He had a tall and strong figure, and the texture lines were faintly reflected on his back. Gives people a sense of security.
"I've turned it around for you." Fu Jichen suddenly raised his head and looked towards her.
Fu Yuling's eyes didn't have time to dodge, and she met his eyes. She was stunned for a few seconds: "W-what?"
"Check your phone." Fu Jichen reminded her.
Fu Yuling picked up the mobile phone that was placed on the table when she first came in. A transfer message from the bank was across the screen. After clicking it, she counted the zeros in total.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Buy the skirt that Jianian is wearing." Fu Jichen put the phone back into his trouser pocket and said calmly.
Fu Yuling frowned, and the boss looked unhappy: "She said she would give it back to me after wearing it."
"not enough?"
"……no."
The money he transferred was more than enough to buy this dress, but she didn't like it. He made it seem like he and Shen Jianian were a close family, and she was an outsider who needed to be measured by money.
Shen Jia Nian came out of the cloakroom, holding the cheongsam she had changed into.
The catwalk skirts of first-line luxury brands are very heavy-duty and are entirely white. If you look closely, you will find some silver-gray silk threads inside, which will only shine under the light. The waist is embellished with a circle of pearls and rhinestones. The style looks simple, but the details are exquisite.
Fu Yuling felt a little pain in her cheeks when she saw her dressed so brightly.
She originally planned to wear it at her little sister's birthday party in order to achieve a quiet and stunning effect. This skirt was the most suitable.
Now that the skirt has been bought by her brother, she has no chance to wear it again.
Fu Jichen held Shen Jianian's hand and said as he walked: "Let Auntie clean the stains on the cheongsam briefly, and then take it to the dry cleaning shop to see if it can be saved. If you like it, go back to that cheongsam shop and get another one customized. It’s not difficult either…”
His words faded away and became increasingly inaudible. Fu Yuling fell behind and closed the door behind him, looking at the pair in front of him with dark eyes.
In the past, I only relied on hearsay about how my brother doted on his girlfriend in Yicheng. I also heard from Fei Bai how gentle and considerate he was to the girl. Today, after seeing it with my own eyes, I realized that what he said was true.
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The unhappiness before the meal did not extend to the banquet.
Fu Jianfang had a strong personality, but he was not a cold-blooded person. After the banquet, he made a point of apologizing to Shen Jianian again in front of the old man on behalf of his son.
Shen Jia Nian couldn't embarrass his elders, so he kept saying that he didn't mind.
This incident is over.
The meal was enjoyable and the atmosphere was harmonious, and the meal lasted for more than an hour.
The servants came over to clean up the dishes, and the rest of the people went to the chess and card room, where they spontaneously formed games. Those who played poker played poker, and those who played mahjong played mahjong.
The mahjong game was short of three, so Chen Jinghui called Fu Jichen over to make up the numbers: "Fu Da, how many rounds can you play? It's been a long time since my brothers won the money in your pocket."
Fu Jichen chuckled: "It's not certain who will win."
Chen Jinghui's desire to win was aroused, and he patted the mahjong table: "If you say so, I will make you lose everything today, so call me grandpa."
Several men spoke without scruples in private. When these words came out, Chen Jinghui realized that he had made a mistake. Now in the old man's territory, he dared to call himself Fu Da's grandfather. He was tired of living.
Chen Jinghui broke into a cold sweat and glanced left and right. Fortunately, the old man was not here, otherwise he would have to slap himself in the mouth to apologize to the old man.
Zhou Zhizhen looked at his cowardly look and tapped him from the air with the hand holding the cigarette: "You, you don't have any control over your mouth, you dare to say anything."
Ye Shu: "Stop talking nonsense, are you coming?"
Fu Jichen didn't answer them, glanced at Shen Jia Nian, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Seeing this, Ye Shu couldn't help but joke: "Isn't it right, Fu Da, you have to be strict with your wife before you get married? You have to look at your wife's face to play cards, can you do it?"
Shen Jianian had seen them joking with each other at parties before, and she was still a little uncomfortable at the moment, especially the word "wife", which made her ears warm.
She smiled shyly and said to Fu Jichen, "You go play cards with them, and I'll watch TV for a while."
Before Fu Jichen could make any further comment, the nanny came over and sent a message: "The old gentleman is in the study, please come over, young master."
The expressions of several people present changed more or less.
Zhou Zhizhen looked at the person next to him, lowered his voice and said, "Is the old man planning to settle the score after the fall?"
Chen Jinghui shrugged: "Who knows."
The mahjong game couldn't be set up. Fu Jichen shook Shen Jianian's shoulder and asked her to sit on the sofa and eat some fruit. He would go back after he finished chatting with the old man.
Shen Jia Nian sat down. Her skirt was a bit short. She put her knees together and turned her calves to one side to prevent exposure. She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Jichen's back as he walked upstairs. His hands were intertwined, and she guessed in her heart why the old man was looking for him.
Outside the study room on the third floor, Fu Jichen raised his hand and knocked on the door. When he heard the old man telling him to come in, he opened the door and saw the old man's majestic face.
"What I said to you in the hospital that day, you completely ignored." The old man turned over with a cold look and scolded him, completely ignoring his face.
(End of chapter)
