Rose Manor

Chapter 105 Jianian was beaten
No invitation is required for the memorial service. Any family in the circle who has contact with the Pei family will go to express their condolences upon hearing the news.

The Fu family has always paid attention to etiquette, so naturally they will not lag behind others in this aspect.The person in charge of the overall situation in the family now is Fu Jichen, and the old man has also spoken, asking him to show up on behalf of the Fu family.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when Fu Jichen returned to the villa in Yunding Palace from his old house.

Cheng Jin was cleaning in the living room. When he saw him coming back, he took two steps forward and said, "Sir, he's back."

"Has she had dinner?" Fu Jichen put on his indoor slippers and glanced upstairs.

"Have eaten." After Cheng Jin answered, he thought for a while and asked him, "Have you eaten, sir? If not, I will go to the kitchen to make some. The ingredients are all there, so it won't be a hassle."

Fu Jichen finished his work in the company and went to his old house after seven o'clock. It was already past dinner time, so he hadn't eaten yet.

"Just do something simple." He rubbed his brow, looking exhausted.

"Hey, please wait a moment." Cheng Jin put down the rag and went to the kitchen.

Fu Jichen loosened his tie, walked into the elevator, and reached the third floor in the blink of an eye. When he came out of the elevator, he heard a burst of cello music. It was Shen Jiannian playing the piano.

The melody is slow and low, long and long.

If the music could reflect a person's state of mind, he thought he could tell that it was expressing sadness.

Fu Jichen took off his suit and rolled it on his arm. He walked into Shen Jia Nian's room with steady steps. She was wearing a light pink sweater and white loose trousers. She was as delicate as a flower blooming on a branch.The black hair was all tied up, and the head was slightly lowered. The back of the neck was white, and the light shone on it, like jade.

The song was about to end, and Shen Jia Nian accidentally caught a glimpse of the tall and slender figure. The music of the piano suddenly stopped, and he was hanging there with the bow in his hand: "When did you come back?"

Fu Jichen walked over and threw his suit at the end of the bed: "Just arrived. Why don't you continue to pull it?"

Shen Jianian's shoulders slumped, and his face was full of dejection.The coquettish look that was revealed unconsciously was very similar to that of a child who was punished by the teacher for staying in class to do homework. Although he complained, he had no choice but to do anything.

And that's true.

She said with a frown: "I can't play this piece well, the rhythm and emotion are all messed up. Master gave me homework after class and told me to finish it well. He will check it tomorrow."

Fu Jichen curled his lips and smiled, brushing away a strand of hair from her forehead with his fingers, and asked casually: "Is there any punishment for not completing it?"

"Yes." Shen Jianian said, "We need to clean the piano room and wipe all the instruments. It sounds like a big project."

He could see her depression these days, and there was nothing he could do to comfort her. It was rare to see her so focused on practicing the piano, and he couldn't bear to tell her the news about Pei Che's funeral.

At this time, Cheng Jin knocked on the door, but when he didn't come in, a voice came from outside: "Sir, dinner is ready. Do you want to eat it in the restaurant downstairs or let me serve it to you."

"You haven't had dinner yet?" Shen Jianian asked in surprise.

"Well, do you want to have something to eat with me?" Thinking that Cheng Jin was still waiting outside the door, Fu Jichen turned around and said, "I'll go down later, you go and do your work."

When Cheng Jin heard that the latter sentence was addressed to him, he agreed and went downstairs first.

Shen Jianian put away the cello and put it away, then subconsciously rubbed his wrist: "I'll accompany you. Come up and practice a few times after eating."

Fu Jichen had a gentle smile in his eyes. He held her hand and pulled her closer. He pressed her wrist with his fingertips: "Are you tired from practicing the piano?"

"It's okay, but my hands are a little sore after practicing for a long time."

Because it is something she loves, no matter how tired she is, Shen Jia Nian enjoys the life of practicing cello every day.

The two came to the restaurant, but Cheng Jin didn't call the chef. She was a good cook and quickly cooked a few home-cooked dishes using the available ingredients.

Shen Jia Nian was not too hungry, so she mainly stayed with him, holding the chopsticks and picking up the vegetables.

When they were almost done eating, Fu Jichen poured a glass of boiled water, looked at the girl opposite her who lowered her eyelashes and picked out some scallions, considered it for a while, and said, "If you want to go to the Pei family's funeral the day after tomorrow, I can take you with me."

He used to be very concerned about the existence of Pei Che, a sweetheart who couldn't fault anything. Even though there was hatred and Shen Jianian pushed him far away many times, he still missed her. He ran away from the family for her and got drunk late at night. .He really doesn't like people thinking about him.

But now that things have come to a point, he won't care about a dead man.

Shen Jianian dropped a scallion shred between the tips of her chopsticks into the bowl. Her eyes were fixed on Fu Jichen's face for a few seconds, her expression dull, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about, or she did, but didn't want to believe it.

"Pei Che's funeral." Fu Jichen took a sip of boiled water and mentioned the name.

Shen Jianian's eyes immediately turned red. She didn't want him to see her losing her composure. She pushed away her chair and stood up, saying in a panic: "I'll go upstairs to practice the piano. You eat slowly."

Fu Jichen sat still, his eyes following her back to the stairs. She staggered and almost fell down several times.He watched with deep eyes until the figure disappeared.

The veins on the back of Fu Jichen's hand holding the water glass were stretched, and his finger bones turned white.

At this moment, he realized that Pei Che's death might not be an end. It was the moonlight that remained in Shen Jia Nian's heart and could not be erased.

No matter how time passes, there will always be a place in her heart that belongs to him and cannot be completely occupied by another person.

Shen Jia Nian stumbled back into the room and pressed his back against the door. He no longer had the strength to move a step, so he slid down the door and fell to the ground.

What Fu Jichen said to her kept echoing in her ears, Pei Che's funeral...

Therefore, whether his bones were found or the Pei family members confirmed that he was dead after searching in many ways to no avail.

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On the day of the Pei family's funeral, it started to rain continuously. The sky in Beicheng was shrouded in clouds. The wind was very light, and the rain was blown sideways, making it cool.

It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, and spring rain brings joy to the cultivators, but everyone present has a solemn or sad face.

When Fu Jichen got out of the car, the driver held up a long-handled black umbrella with a slightly tilted surface and covered it above the car door.Fu Jichen buttoned up his suit, turned around and looked into the car.

Shen Jianian took one leg out, and the next second, his hand was held by him, and she got out of the car with the help of his hand.

She wore a long black woolen coat, with a length of black jeans exposed under the hem, and her long hair was loose.When the wind blows, the hair blows over the plain face. Due to the poor complexion, the whole person looks weak and thin.

Fu Jichen did not let go of his soft, boneless hand, and led her into the mourning hall in front.

Pei Che's bones were not found, and there was no urn. Only a black and white photo was placed in a wooden frame.Shen Jianian recognized it at a glance as his ID photo taken in high school.

Compared with him now, there is not much difference except that his eyebrows are a little green.

He is such a handsome and handsome person to begin with, and he may still look like this when he is 30 years old.Unfortunately, she couldn't see it.

Shen Jia Nian tried his best to endure it and did not let himself cry.

Fu Jichen secretly squeezed her fingers, temporarily let go of her, walked to the two elders of the Pei family alone, and said to them like other guests who came to express condolences: "My condolences."

Pei Fengnan's hair was mostly white, and there were a few deep wrinkles on his face. He thanked him with numb eyes: "The hotel has prepared some wine. Mr. Fu went over to have a drink after he finished his work."

Fu Jichen glanced at the person not far behind him, thinking that she would not be willing to stay here, so he found a reason to decline.

Pei Fengnan didn't say anything, but supported his wife who was shaking a little.

Zhou Ruo caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd, and his dilated pupils suddenly tightened. He threw away her husband's hand and ran towards that person tremblingly.

Shen Jianian stared at the photo and was slapped unexpectedly. There was a buzzing in her ears. She covered half of her burning face and slowly turned her head to face a face filled with grief and indignation.

Zhou Ruo's face was full of tears, and he pointed at her and yelled: "You still have the nerve to come here! You are a pest, it's all your fault, it's you who hurt A Che! Give me back my son!"

(End of this chapter)