Rose Manor

Fu Jichen pretended not to notice her escaping behavior and gave her her home clothes: "Go and change out of your wedding dress."

He found the wedding dress given to her by other men an eyesore, and he might be tempted to tear it into pieces if he continued to look at it.

Shen Jia Nian did not accept the clothes he handed to her, not wanting to listen to him.

"Do you want me to change it for you personally?" Fu Jichen said, taking a step closer to her, as if he was joking.

He knew that she was thin-skinned and it would be easy to manipulate her.

Shen Jia Nian was really scared, secretly cursed "pervert", and slipped into the bathroom with his clothes, not forgetting to lock the door to prevent the pervert from breaking in if he disagreed.

The bathroom was very spacious. Shen Jianian pressed the light switch, and a circle of light strips above his head lit up like daylight.

Men's toiletries are neatly placed on the marble-topped washbasin. Towels are hung on the silver shelf next to it. The light gray tiles are spotless. Not far away is an oversized square bathtub with a massage function.The bathtub is connected to the bay window, with a round metal tray, a bottle of red wine, and a goblet placed on it.

A picture emerged in Shen Jianian's mind, where Fu Jichen was taking a bath and sipping red wine, and maybe admiring the night view outside the window.

The window glass is one-way, so you can see the outside from the inside, but you can't see the inside from the outside, so you don't have to worry about being peeked into your privacy.

Even so, Shen Jianian couldn't completely rest assured. She looked around and saw a remote control on the shelf next to the bathtub. She tried pressing it and it turned out that it controlled the curtains.

The curtains slowly closed and Shen Jianian put down the remote control.

Wearing a wedding dress was hindering her movement and making it inconvenient for her to escape. She planned to change into it, shook off the crumpled clothes in her arms, and found a set of white underwear wrapped inside.

Shen Jianian's mood suddenly became a little complicated.

She spent a long time mentally building up before putting on the clothes Fu Jichen prepared for her.

The clothes are not new, the tags have been cut off, and the tags on the inside of the collar have also been removed, presumably to make it more comfortable to wear next to the body.

After changing clothes, Shen Jianian stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, put his hands together and took a handful of cold water and poured it on his face. He straightened up and saw his upper body and face covered with water drops in the mirror. It was undeniable. The size of the clothes is very suitable.

The home clothes are light purple with pleated patterns. They are light in color and not fancy. It is a style she will like.

Shen Jia Nian was not in a hurry to go out. After washing his face, his mind became clearer and he sat on the toilet to think.

After much deliberation, I couldn't think of a good solution.

What she was experiencing now was beyond her cognition. She was in a strange environment with no communication equipment and no way to contact people outside. She couldn't escape on her own. She felt helpless.

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door. Shen Jianian was thinking about something and was not mentally prepared at all. His shoulders shook in fright.

A figure was reflected in the frosted glass door. Seeing that it was not Fu Jichen, Shen Jia Nian breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the toilet, and went to open the door.

Cheng Jin didn't know what to call her, but he had a kind smile on his face, and he was polite but a little reserved: "Sir, you asked me to cook you something to eat. I served it. If it doesn't suit your taste, tell me."

The husband ordered it to be cooked according to Jia Nian's taste, but Cheng Jin was worried that the guest wouldn't like it.

Shen Jia Nian didn't see Fu Jichen in the bedroom, and his brain was running rapidly. He took the time to ask the woman in front of him for help: "Do you have a mobile phone? Lend it to me."

Cheng Jin was stunned. Her voice... sounded a bit like Jia Nian. She was wearing Jia Nian's clothes, and she seemed to see Jia Nian in the past.

"Auntie?" Shen Jianian was very anxious. Seeing her in a daze, he couldn't help but remind her, "Did you hear what I said?"

Cheng Jin came back to his senses and responded hurriedly: "The phone is right, please wait a moment." Putting his hand into the pocket of his coat, Cheng Jin suddenly remembered that his phone was charging in the room and he didn't take it out, "My phone is not on me, you Do you want to use it now? I'll get it."

Before Shen Jia Nian could nod, he saw Fu Jichen coming in from outside.

The man had taken a shower, carrying the refreshing smell of shower gel with him. He changed out of his shirt and trousers and wore a set of black casual clothes.

Shen Jianian's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate because of nervousness.She didn't know if Fu Jichen heard the conversation between her and her aunt.

The next second, her suspicion was confirmed. Fu Jichen ordered the aunt in front of her: "Don't give her a mobile phone."

Cheng Jin didn't understand, but chose to follow his wishes. Mr. Fu was the employer in this family, and she was just a worker.Before leaving, she turned around and smiled apologetically at Shen Jianian.Shen Jianian glared at Fu Jichen. If his eyes could turn into sharp arrows, Fu Jichen would probably be shot into a sieve.

"Aunt Cheng has made you something to eat. After you finish eating, lie down on the bed and have a good sleep." After the door was closed, Fu Jichen raised his chin towards the food on the table and motioned for her to come and eat.

It is not advisable to eat too greasy food early in the morning, so Cheng Jin cooked a bowl of small wontons and paired them with two plates of refreshing side dishes. Shen Jia Nian used to like to eat this way.

Shen Jianian's face was full of anger. No matter what he said, she refused to answer.

"You haven't eaten a grain of rice or drank a sip of water since noon yesterday. Even if you are angry with me, you shouldn't take your own body seriously." Fu Jichen was always patient enough for her, and his tone was gentle and doting. , "After you finish eating, can I let you do whatever you want?"

Shen Jia Nian didn't want to deal with him, she just wanted to leave here. He wouldn't agree, so she didn't waste her words.

Fu Jichen had nothing to do with her, so he sighed softly, pushed her shoulders to the sofa, and asked her to sit down. He picked up the bowl on the table, scooped up a wonton with a porcelain spoon, blew on it, and fed it to her. Mouth: "Take a bite."

Shen Jia Nian turned his head to avoid it.

Fu Jichen turned his wrist to change the direction and chased after her.When her head tilted to the left, he would pass the spoon to the left; when she turned to the right, he would pass it to the right, like a parent treating a naughty child.

Shen Jianian was annoyed and pushed him away: "I don't want to eat, I want to leave here."

Her hand accidentally touched the mouth of the bowl. Fu Jichen couldn't hold it steady. A bowl of steaming wontons spilled onto his hand. The bowl fell to the ground, and a few drops of hot soup splashed onto her ankles.

Shen Jia Nian stood up awkwardly, frowning, and looked at the back of Fu Jichen's red hand. She didn't know what to do for a moment. She didn't do it on purpose.

"You... go take care of it quickly." Shen Jianian pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Run it with cold water."

Fu Jichen seemed unconscious and only asked her: "Have you been burned?"

Unable to wait to hear her answer, Fu Jichen squatted down and rolled up her trouser legs, checking them carefully over and over again. He looked at both legs and was relieved when he saw no burns.

"I'm fine." Shen Jia Nian awkwardly retracted her legs to prevent him from touching her. Just a little bit of soup splashed onto her skin, and the pain was fleeting, leaving no trace.

For him, the situation looked worse. If not treated in time, blisters would form on the burnt area, which would easily lead to inflammation in the hot summer.

Fu Jichen looked at her face, and his tense expression slowly turned into joy: "Are you concerned about me?"

Shen Jianian suddenly felt that her worries were unnecessary. He had nothing to do with her. She was only concerned about his injuries out of guilt. After all, she was the one who caused him to be burned.After all, if he hadn't brought her here, this wouldn't have happened.

"I didn't." Shen Jianian denied without any guilt.

Fu Jichen, however, was convinced of her guess. The actions a person made subconsciously could not be fake. She was just caring about him and worried about him.

Shen Jia Nian looked away, forcing herself not to look at his burned hand, as if she wouldn't feel guilty if she couldn't see it.

"Just wait, I'll ask Auntie to make a new one." Fu Jichen glanced at the mess on the floor and ignored it for the time being.

"I won't eat." Shen Jia Nian still said the same thing, "I want to leave."

"Where are you going? Looking for Pei Che? I won't agree." Fu Jichen's gentle tone suddenly turned cold when he mentioned the word "Pei Che".

Shen Jianian looked up at him, his face full of resentment towards him: "Why do you disagree? What position do you have to disagree? Who are you to me? Don't Mr. Fu think that his behavior is illegal? Citizens have the right to human rights Right to freedom! You have now restricted my personal freedom!"

After shouting the last sentence, Shen Jia Nian felt dizzy. He hadn't eaten for too long and was exhausted.

She held on to the back of the sofa, refusing to show weakness to him, and said stubbornly: "What evidence do you have to prove that I am the person you are looking for?!"

"What evidence is there..." Fu Jichen murmured, lowered his head, approached her face, and stroked her face with his big palm, "Although your face has changed, your eyes have not changed, and your voice has not changed. The red mole on your chest The birthmark on the inner thigh should also be unchanged."

Shen Jianian's hand tightened on the back of the sofa, and the leather material was scratched with several marks by her nails. The anger in her eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only surprise.

How did Fu Jichen know?
Aunt Cheng secretly posted: Family members, my employer brought back a substitute in the third year after he lost his sweetheart... The substitute's voice sounded like the employer's Bai Yueguang.