Rose Manor

Fu Jichen was having a meeting in the company when he received a call from his old home phone.

He said "wait a moment" to the participants, picked up the mobile phone with the screen on the table and walked out of the conference room.

It has been a troubled time recently. Both the Junshan Group and the Fu family have been shrouded in a layer of gloom, and everyone here is more or less aware of it.

Standing in the quiet corridor, Fu Jichen answered the phone. Fu Yuling's charming voice over there was intimate: "Brother, are you busy?"

Fu Jichen said coldly: "Is something wrong?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Fu Yuling just wanted to say a few more words to him, so he deliberately rambled instead of talking about business.

Fu Jichen always didn't like to answer her calls. She would use the landline of her old house to make calls. He must have thought that there was something wrong at home, so he would not refuse to answer her calls.

"Don't say I'm hanging up."

Fu Jichen didn't joke with her. He took the phone from his ear and prepared to hang up.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute." Fu Yuling knew that he was serious, and immediately became anxious and shouted to stop him, "I'm calling you on behalf of my mother! She asked you to finish your work and go back to the old house."

Fu Jichen hesitated for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yuling said: "She didn't tell me, she just asked you to come back."

"I know." Fu Jichen didn't hesitate this time. After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone. He looked down at his phone and pondered for a few seconds. Then he turned back to the conference room and continued the meeting.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Jichen finished handling the matters at hand, left the company, and returned to the Fu family's old residence.

Even if Wei Ronghua didn't give any special instructions, he often returned to his old home recently.There was no other reason. The old man was in poor health and mood. Having someone by his side, even if he didn't do anything, was a comfort to him.

When Fu Jichen entered the house, Wei Ronghua was sitting in the living room, wearing a light brown silk skirt without any embellishment, which looked a little plain compared to before.Elegant makeup was applied to her face, covering up her somewhat haggard and gloomy look.

"What do you want from me?" Fu Jichen came to her and lowered his head to ask.

Since the last time, mother and son had an argument about Shen Jianian on the terrace on the second floor, and they have never sat down to talk properly.Although before that, knee-jerk conversations rarely happened.

In addition, Fu Zhengyun died in a car accident, and the gap between mother and son became deeper and deeper, and the relationship dropped to a freezing point.

Wei Ronghua observed his eyebrows, nose, and mouth closely, and he really couldn't find any similarity with himself and Fu Zhengyun.

I didn't think deeply about it before, but now I feel worried all the time. I feel that his facial features are somewhat familiar. I don't know where I have seen him before. Could it be that he looks like his late grandma?It seems not...

I don’t know if it’s because of my illness, but my brain is really not strong enough. I can only grasp the corners of many things, but I can’t remember the full outline.

Wei Ronghua's thoughts turned over and over again, but nothing strange appeared on his face. He smiled at him as always, with gentleness and kindness: "It's nothing important. I was sick a few days ago. I hid in my room and didn't meet my family. I'm in good spirits today." It's getting better. I wanted to cook a few dishes myself, so I asked your sister to call you back. Didn't it delay your work? "

Fu Jichen said simply: "No."

"That's good. It's getting late. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare. You have to rest first. I'll call you when the meal is ready." Wei Ronghua coughed twice when he stood up, covered his lips, and went to the kitchen.

The nanny had already processed all the ingredients and was just waiting to put them into the pot. Wei Ronghua put on a mask and started cooking.

Fu Jichen didn't stay in the living room for long. He went upstairs to his room. With nothing else to do, he stood by the window and smoked.When I was smoking my second cigarette, I received a call from Jiangcheng.

The person on the phone said that the police interrogated the truck driver many times and used all formal procedures. The driver's confession never changed. He insisted that he made a driving mistake and no one came to him.

There were no unexplained payments to the driver's bank accounts.

The case is already under trial, and if nothing else goes wrong, the first instance verdict sentenced the truck driver to two years and six months in prison for causing a traffic accident.Depending on the driver's own situation, if he files an appeal, the second instance will most likely result in a lighter sentence.

However, the driver's lawyer conveyed the client's wishes and did not intend to appeal, so the final sentence was two years and six months.

After talking about the case, the man paused for a few seconds, as if he didn't know what to say next.

Fu Jichen was very calm: "What's going on with Xu Ting?"

The man was about to say this when he heard the words and sighed softly: "Mr. Fu gave me a lot of reward. Captain Xu led the team along the lower reaches of the Songli River and left Jiangcheng. They searched Suicheng, but still couldn't find... Miss Shen's body. Captain Xu said, there is no need to look any further." Every word came out of his mouth with difficulty.

Fu Jichen held up his mobile phone to his ear. He didn't notice when the person on the other side hung up the phone. It wasn't until the cigarette between his fingers accumulated a long piece of ash that it burned his fingers that he found the lost phone. Hunhun took off the phone, threw it on the wooden table next to him, and pressed out the cigarette butt.

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Fu Jichen had dinner at his old house and was about to drive away when he was stopped by Wei Ronghua.

"Just stay here tonight." Wei Ronghua persuaded him to stay, "Your grandpa always can't sleep at night. If you play chess and chat with him, he will feel better. Tomorrow morning, I will make hand-rolled noodles for you. Eat, I remember you loved eating when you were a child."

Just at this time, the housekeeper came over and said, "Young Master, the old man has asked you to come over."

Fu Jichen nodded, put the car keys back on the cabinet, and went to the old man's bedroom.

That night, Fu Jichen did not return to Yunding Palace. He chatted with the old man until past ten o'clock and stayed overnight in the old house.

Early the next morning, Wei Ronghua got up and went to work in the kitchen. She did not rely on anyone else during the whole process. She kneaded, rolled out the noodles and cooked the toppings all by herself.When Fu Jichen got up and went downstairs, the water in the pot was just boiling, and Wei Ronghua put the noodles in.

The nanny passed by the living room and said to Fu Jichen who was drinking water: "Madam is so kind to you. She hasn't recovered yet. She got up at a quarter past five and has been busy until now."

Fu Jichen glanced at the kitchen and saw the busy figure of Wei Ronghua in front of the counter. His eyes were calm.

The rest of the family got up one after another. Fu Yuling rarely walked out of the room at this time, walked sleepily to the dining room, sat down next to Fu Jichen, and took a breath: "It smells so good."

Hand-rolled noodles with soft beef toppings, dried bamboo shoots and shredded tofu will make you salivate just by smelling it.

Fu Yuling couldn't keep his mouth shut even while eating, and chattered some useless things. From time to time, he asked Fu Jichen something, but he didn't answer. He finished his breakfast quietly, got his car keys, and drove to the company.

After they left, Fu Yuling folded his hands on his chest, leaned back on the chair, and pouted to express his dissatisfaction: "Brother, why are you talking less and less, like a cold stone?"

Wei Ronghua had been busy all morning and felt a little weak. He ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, put down his bowls and chopsticks and went upstairs.

Instead of going back to the bedroom on the second floor, she went straight to the third floor and opened the door to Fu Jichen's room. The nanny was cleaning inside, taking off the sheets and quilt covers and putting them into the dirty clothes basket.

Fu Jichen rarely stayed overnight in the old house. Usually after he stayed for one night, the bedding had to be cleaned and put away, and then laid out next time he came to stay overnight.

"Madam, why are you here?" The nanny stood up with a rag in her hand.

"I'll clean up, you go out first." Wei Ronghua said.

"How can that be done?" The nanny looked frightened. "You are not feeling well yet. I will take care of this. You can go and rest."

The nanny was not only frightened, but also puzzled. The eldest lady had never offered to help the eldest young master clean up his room before.Although she was very partial to the eldest young master, things like cleaning the room were insignificant and she didn't need to do them.

"After lying down for a few days, my body became stiff. I moved around and sweated, so I could sleep well at night." Wei Ronghua patiently explained to the nanny so as not to arouse suspicion.

"Then...okay." The nanny went out hesitantly, "If you feel unwell, remember to call me."

After watching the nanny leave, Wei Ronghua went to close the door, poured out all the sheets and quilts in the dirty clothes basket, searched over and over again, but couldn't find what he wanted, so he wrapped the sheets and quilts into a ball and put them back.

She hurried to the bathroom, finally found a few hairs with hair follicles on the floor, put them into a transparent plastic bag, and quietly left the room.

I didn't forget to tell the nanny: "I've been tidying up for a while, but I'm so dizzy. It's up to you to do the rest."

Wei Ronghua returned to the room, leaned against the door and took a deep breath, pulled out a few strands of his own hair and put them into another plastic bag, and then made a phone call.

With her status, it is not difficult to find a few people to do things for her.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Wei Ronghua went out wearing a wide-brimmed fisherman hat and sunglasses.

Instead of using her family's driver, she booked a special car, met people in the coffee shop, and handed the things to the person who was doing the work for her. She didn't have any extra instructions, just said: "Keep it confidential."

The man assured her: "Don't worry."