At 4:35 pm, the plane landed at Beicheng Airport.
There was a Maybach parked in the parking lot of the airport. Qu Mo drove over to pick Fu Jichen up the night he returned from Switzerland. Later, they flew to Jiangcheng and left the car here.
It has been windy in Beicheng recently, and the car has a layer of dust on it.
We were about to drive to Yunding Palace. Fu Jichen, who was sleeping in the back seat with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at the familiar scenery outside through the side window, feeling that everything was different.
There is no longer that kind of person waiting for him at home. After he opens the door and enters the house, he looks over with gentle eyes and gives him a smile.
Fu Jichen closed his eyes again, as if he didn't want to face reality, and placed his palms on the inner pocket of his suit. There was a wallet inside, and there was a photo of her in the interlayer.
The gate of the villa opened, the Maybach slowed down, drove in, and parked under the porch.
The sunset is extremely beautiful, shining on the colorful flowers in the front yard, like a richly colored oil painting.
Fu Jichen got out of the car, carrying not luggage but Shen Jianian's handbag. He opened the door, put on his slippers at the entrance and walked inside.
Qu Mo followed him silently, carrying the silver suitcase he had brought on his business trip and placing it in the living room. After he had nothing to do, he said, "Mr. Chen, I'm leaving first. "
Fu Jichen stood beside the sofa and nodded to him.
Qu Mo turned around and went out, trying to close the door gently, but a gust of wind blew, causing the door to make a "bang" sound when it was closed.
Cheng Jin didn't receive news of Fu Jichen's return. When he heard the door knocking, he came out of his room and saw Fu Jichen's thin appearance. His eyes instantly turned red: "Sir..."
Her pursed lips trembled slightly, and her words choked with sobs: "It was me who failed to take good care of Miss Jianian."
She already knew from Xiao Zheng that her husband returned to Beicheng more than a week ago, and then went to Jiangcheng. No news came back for several days. She was very worried, and was afraid of calling him and causing trouble for him, so she waited patiently at home. From time to time, I asked Xiao Zheng if he knew the whereabouts of Jia Nian. Xiao Zheng contacted Qu Mo and learned that Jia Nian died in a car accident and his body has not been found yet. His husband was even more shocked and couldn't afford to fall ill. Cheng Jin was completely confused.
She repeatedly asked Xiao Zheng to confirm whether she had made a mistake and why Jia Nian had a car accident.
Xiao Zheng knew that she had a good relationship with Shen Jianian. Although they were master and servant, they had been together for so long and had developed a relationship between relatives. He told her in detail that a heavy cargo truck hit the taxi, causing the taxi to roll over and fall into the car. In the river, Shen Jianian happened to be sitting in that taxi.
Firefighters rushed to the scene and rescued only the driver and another female passenger in the car. The door of the back seat was smashed. Maybe Shen Jianian was swept away by the water and was not rescued in time.
Cheng Jin was holding her cell phone in one hand and covering her mouth with the other hand, crying uncontrollably. She never expected that the news she saw while cleaning that morning would be related to the people around her.
Jianian is in that car!
Seeing Fu Jichen at this moment, especially looking at his emaciated figure and haggard face, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice without any warmth, Cheng Jin's emotions that had finally calmed down were a little out of control.
She wiped her tears and knew in her heart that since her husband and Jianian had such a good relationship, he must be sadder than anyone else.
"It's none of your business, you don't have to blame yourself." After saying this, Fu Jichen took his things and went straight upstairs, not bothering with the suitcase in the living room.
When the elevator reached the third floor, Fu Jichen walked out and went to Shen Jianian's room first.
Every scene and everything is the same as when she left, unchanged at all. The books she placed on the bedside table were neatly stacked in a pile; the blanket she used as a shawl was folded into squares and placed on the sofa; the ceramic cup she used was placed upside down in the tray on the coffee table; her skin care The bottles and jars of makeup are arranged in an orderly manner on the dressing table. One of the transparent acrylic boxes contains more than a dozen lipsticks.
Fu Jichen put down his handbag, walked to the dressing table, and opened the drawer. Inside was a jewelry storage box with rings, earrings, necklaces, and hairpins.
He still hasn't figured out why she left.
There are some things that I didn't notice at the time, but now that I think about it, there are clues everywhere.
That night at the airport when she was saying goodbye, she was already ready to leave. Her lingering eyes, her body movements clinging to him, and the kiss she offered were all saying goodbye to him.
The only reason to blame is that he clearly felt something strange in his heart, but did not further verify it. If he had reacted at that time, he would have got off the plane to Switzerland at all costs and held her hand firmly.
Fu Jichen closed the drawer and came to the cloakroom.
She collected all the clothes she had worn and put them in storage boxes. The ones without tags were still hanging in the closet. There was a wooden box underneath, which looked familiar.
He opened the lid and found the custom-made cheongsam. Jia Nian only wore it once. It was stained by ignorant children in the old house. It was cleaned in the store and then put into a box.
Jianian said that rather than wearing it, he wanted to collect it as a work of art.
At that time, he held her in his arms and said with a smile on his lips that if he wanted to make more sets, the cheongsam shop was open there and he could go there at any time to pick out materials.
Shen Jianian smiled and said nothing.
The reappearance of past events is both sweet and torturous for Fu Jichen.
He closed the cabinet door, turned around and walked out. In his bedroom next door, there were traces of Shen Jianian's life everywhere. Looking at the big dark bed, what came to his mind was not some charming and ambiguous picture, but She was sitting on the bed, holding a round iron box in her arms, eating cookies. It was around two o'clock in the middle of the night. She was hungry and didn't want to wake up the chef to make midnight snacks, so she ate cookies to cushion her stomach...
Thinking of her leaving cookie crumbs on his sheets, with a blank and innocent look on her face, Fu Jichen couldn't help but smile, and the curve of his lips disappeared, replaced by endless sadness.
Suddenly his eyes caught something, Fu Jichen's eyes narrowed, he strode over and took a clear look at the things on the table.
It's a fine piece of jade.
If you read it correctly, it was the piece he gave to Jianian as a gift. It was carved into two sections of lotus root, and it was just right to hold it in your hand. Underneath is a piece of paper the size of a bookmark, yellowed and old-fashioned, and seems to have writing on it.
Fu Jichen picked up the handle and saw four upright and graceful small characters: Matches are made in heaven.
He didn't need to think too much about who had left the handle and the note.
She was a little heartless person and left everything behind. Who would he be a perfect match for? Didn't Lu Yanzhi say that she liked him? Since you like him, why should you leave him?
Without him, who else would she want to be with?
If she were standing here at this moment, he would definitely scold her and cry. She couldn't be soft-hearted about this kind of thing. She just relied on his favor and was no longer afraid of him. She left as soon as he said it without saying hello.
With these thoughts in his mind, Fu Jichen slowly tightened his grip on the jade lotus root in his hand. His eyes became red and moist little by little, and aftershocks came from the collapsed ruins in his heart, completely destroying his remaining strength with overwhelming force.
He held the edge of the table with one hand and lowered his head. There were a few dark stains on the paper on the table.
Downstairs, the chef was cooking. Cheng Jin looked at the elevator from time to time. Her husband was probably not in the mood to eat. If she went up to call him, he might not listen to her, and she might make him unhappy.
Cheng Jin sighed and felt troubled for a moment.
Even if you have no appetite, you have to take care of your body and eat something as much as possible. People who are alive have to live their lives. However, she could only dare to think these words silently in her heart, but could not say them out loud.
Just at this moment, the video doorbell in the entrance rang. Cheng Jin pressed the answer button, and a beautiful and graceful face appeared on the screen. She had her hair tied up in a high bun and was wearing a V-neck off-white satin skirt. Wearing a light gray shawl.
Cheng Jin recognized that it was her husband's mother, Ms. Wei Ronghua.
Wei Ronghua showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Open the door for me."
Her tone was not very polite. When entering her son's house, she had to ask the nanny for instructions like an outsider. If she told anyone, she would be laughed at. Of course she felt uncomfortable, but she didn't show it on her face because of her face. superior.
Cheng Jin quickly called the doorman and asked him to let him in. Then he took out a new pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, placed it on the floor mat inside the door, opened the door and went out to greet him.
Wei Ronghua held a dark purple handbag in her arms, walked into the gate on stilettos, and looked at the plants and trees around her. It was not as deserted as she thought, and was even full of flowers, which was very unpleasant.
At first glance, it looks like someone is taking care of it.
She knew her son, he didn't like these scenery. It made sense to hear that Shen Jia Nian was raised here, it must be what she meant.
If Wei Ronghua had seen Rose Manor in Yicheng, he would probably feel that he didn't understand Fu Jichen well enough. (End of chapter)
