Rose Manor

Cheng Jin went out and trotted to Wei Ronghua, clasping his hands up and down, with a slightly reserved smile on his face: "Madam, you are here."

She didn't have much contact with her husband's mother, having only met her twice in total. In her impression, this lady was elegant, generous and easy-going.Maybe it's because she comes from a famous family. Even if Mrs. Fu smiles at her, she will give people a sense of superiority and power, and they don't dare to get close to her.

"Is Ji Chen at home?" Wei Ronghua changed his hand to carry the bag, lifted up his skirt with his right hand, and walked up the steps.

She came to Yunding Palace at this time. She had obviously inquired beforehand and knew that Fu Jichen had returned from Jiangcheng. She would ask this question, but it was just a casual greeting.

"I'm here," Cheng Jin said hurriedly, "I just came back not long ago."

"he……"

Wei Ronghua wanted to ask him how he was, but after thinking about it, he still didn't ask. Since he had come here, it was better to see it in person than to know it from other people's mouths.

After entering the house and putting on new slippers, Wei Ronghua smelled the aroma of cooking coming out of the kitchen: "Are you cooking?"

"After my husband came back, I was worried that he was running around outside and didn't have a good meal, so I asked the chef to prepare dinner early." Cheng Jin followed her words and asked, "Do you want to stay for dinner, madam?"

"It's true that I haven't had a meal with him for a long time." Wei Ronghua put his handbag on the sofa with a sigh in his tone.

"Then I'll ask the chef to add more dishes." Cheng Jin didn't know what the relationship between mother and son was. Hearing this, he felt somewhat relieved, "If the wife can stay, I think the husband will be in a better mood."

"Is he in a bad mood?"

Wei Ronghua sat down on the sofa, noticed the key words in her words, and his expression became slightly stagnant.

Cheng Jin knew she had made a mistake and looked embarrassed. She should not have talked about her employer's affairs.

"It's okay, just tell me. I just came here to see how he is doing recently." Wei Ronghua said and couldn't help but sigh. In the end, she was just a mother who cared about her son's living conditions, unlike other mothers in the world. It’s no different. “He doesn’t go back to his old home often, and he’s often busy with work. It’s not easy for me to meet him.”

Cheng Jin also has children. She works out of town and doesn't see her a few times throughout the year. He can understand her mood: "My husband has lost a lot of weight when he came back this time. He is not in a good mood. I heard that he was ill in Jiangcheng and has not recovered yet." Is he gone? He doesn’t talk much, so I don’t dare to ask more questions.”

Wei Ronghua was stunned and his heart dropped: "Is he sick?"

She really didn't know this.Fu Jichen has a strong body. He has rarely been sick since he was a child. The last time he got sick probably dates back to when he was in school.

"Yes, I heard that I had a high fever and lay in the hotel for several days. Fortunately, my husband's friend was there to help take care of him." At this point, Cheng Jin couldn't help but think of Shen Jianian, and his mood sank.

Wei Ronghua gathered his shawl and frowned slightly, worried about Fu Jichen's health.After talking for a long time, he was nowhere to be seen. She asked Cheng Jin, "Is he upstairs?"

"I went up as soon as I came back and never came down." Cheng Jin said, "Do you want to go up and have a look?"

Wei Ronghua hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of ​​going upstairs: "No, I will just wait for him here."

Cheng Jin nodded, turned to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, and told the chef to cook more dishes.She put the cup on the coffee table in front of Wei Ronghua, and then went upstairs to call someone.

As the elevator went up, Cheng Jin held his hands and felt a little uneasy.

She didn't see anyone in Jia Nian's room, so she went to the next door. She stood outside the closed door and thought about it for a few seconds. She raised her hand and lightly knocked on the door and said, "Sir, the lady from the old house came to see you." ”

After waiting for a while, the door was opened from the inside, and Fu Jichen walked out.

He had taken a shower and changed into a set of home clothes, a black pullover sweater and dark gray casual pants. He felt refreshed and less depressed. The thin figure and haggard face were not easy to change in a short period of time. .

Cheng Jin calmed down and said softly: "Madam is waiting for you downstairs. She has been here for a while. I chatted with her for a few words. She cares about you very much."

Fu Jichen didn't say anything. He went downstairs to the living room and saw Wei Ronghua sitting on the sofa. She was holding the bone plate in one hand and the handle of the teacup in the other hand, drinking tea slowly.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Wei Ronghua put down his tea cup and turned his head to look. What he saw with his own eyes was more intuitive than what others described.

Wei Ronghua stood up uncontrollably and looked up and down. Her eyes were full of distress. Her son, who had always been high-spirited and energetic, was now thin and angular. His loose sweater looked empty on his body, and there was an abnormal look on his face. Pale and sickly.

"Why are you here?" Fu Jichen looked as usual and his voice was calm.

"Your dad said you would attend tomorrow's board meeting. I knew you were back and came here to see you. I heard you were sick. Why are you so thin?" Wei Ronghua said in a scolding tone, "You can't take care of such a big man. Own."

Cheng Jin gave mother and son enough room to talk, and went to the kitchen to watch the chef cooking.Fu Jichen just said lightly: "I'm fine. You can go back."

Wei Ronghua felt a little congested and said sadly: "I told Cheng Jin that I would stay and have dinner with you tonight. If you are so anxious to drive me away, don't you welcome me here?"

Fu Jichen heard the deliberate intimacy and subtle grievance in her words, and was in no mood to deal with it: "If you want to stay, just stay."

He sat down on the single sofa, folded his right leg on his left leg, and his trouser leg rubbed up, exposing his rugged ankle.

Fu Jichen took out the cigarette case from his pocket, found a lighter under the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and smoked it quietly. He had nothing to talk about with his mother.

Wei Ronghua sat down again, frowned as he watched him smoking, and expressed disapproval in his words: "I smoke even if I'm cured. Why don't I pay so much attention to my body?"

Fu Jichen listened to her but didn't answer.

Wei Ronghua was in a heavy heart. Sometimes he really didn't know what attitude to take towards him. He often felt tired in his heart. He tried his best to please and accommodate his son, but he didn't even have a slightly warmer expression on his face.

Whose mother and son are like this?

In the past, I only thought that when he grew up and matured, he would have a calm and reserved temperament, and would not show his emotions. He would always care about her as a mother in his heart, but she was more than just a son, and Fei Bai was not like him.

Wei Ronghua sighed silently and asked knowingly: "Cheng Jin said you were in a bad mood when you came back. What's wrong?"

Of course she knew it was because of Shen Jia Nian. When she first heard the news about Shen Jia Nian's car accident, she had panicked, fearing that her son would know that she had gone to Shen Jia Nian to force her to leave and put the blame on her. The relationship between mother and son, which was originally as thin as water, condensed into ice.

Now I feel that even if Shen Jia Nian is dead, she will be a time bomb. He might be found by Ji Chen one day, and he may still have lingering feelings for her and cause trouble.

You don't have to worry about this when you're dead.

Regardless of how sad he is now, as time goes by and his mind is occupied by other things, he will naturally forget about that person.

Fu Jichen held the cigarette between his fingers and took it down. White smoke overflowed from his lips. He didn't tell the truth and said perfunctorily: "It's a business matter. The people below didn't handle things properly. Something went wrong. It didn't go well."

Wei Ronghua took a sip from the tea cup and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't mention Shen Jia Nian. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "That's why you should be angry."

The mother and son didn't have much to talk about, and the conversation between you and me came to an end after just a few words.

Cheng Jin came over and said it was time to eat, which broke the deadlock.

After dinner, Wei Ronghua didn't stay long and asked to go back to his old home. Fu Jichen got up to see him off and said, "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"No, I'll call Lao Liu. He's eating nearby." Wei Ronghua had a smile on her face, holding her bag in one hand and patting his arm with the other. No matter what, she didn't care about her son. The concern is real. There is no hatred between mother and son. They both say that broken bones are connected with tendons. "The work is never finished. Don't tire yourself too much. Pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Your grandfather may be engaged in the near future." Things often come to you, so don't disobey him, he is also doing it for your own good."

When it came to the engagement, Fu Jichen raised his eyelids coldly, sent his mother away, turned and went upstairs, returning to the empty bedroom.

After sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking for a while, he picked up his cell phone and called Xiao Zheng.

When the other party got through, he got straight to the point: "I want to know who she met a few days before leaving Beicheng."

Xiao Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized who the "she" in his words was referring to, and had to brace himself to take it seriously.

"Miss Shen didn't see anyone special in those days. She went back and forth between Yunding Palace and Yan Qiusheng's mid-level villa every day." Because Shen Jianian's itinerary was very simple, it was not difficult for Xiao Zheng to recall, "Going to a private room alone We had a meal at a restaurant, visited Miss Bai’s mother in the hospital, and then went to the jade carving workshop run by Miss Bai’s home...other than that, there was nothing else.”

Thinking of something, Xiao Zheng said quickly: "By the way, on the day we went to the private restaurant for dinner, she answered a phone call in the car. I don't know who the person who called her was, but Miss Shen hung up without saying a few words. "

"Which private restaurant?" Fu Jichen asked.

Xiao Zheng thought for a moment and was deeply impressed by the name: "Feng Yasong Private Kitchen Restaurant."

This name is familiar to Fu Jichen. I heard it from Shen Jianian. What she said at the time: I saw a very good private restaurant on the Internet during the day. I happened to drop by and went to try it.

He answered her: Let’s eat together next time.