Rose Manor

Shen Jia Nian felt something in his heart.

Three years ago, there was a car accident... which matched her experience.

Is the "Miss Jia Nian" in the aunt's words really her? She has lived in this villa, has a good relationship with Fu Jichen, and sleeps in the same room?

In order to prove something, Shen Jianian looked around and saw that there was only one bed in the room. Does that mean she and Fu Jichen slept in the same bed?

Shen Jianian's expression changed again and again, and he still refused to admit that his relationship with Fu Jichen was that close.

It was not easy to make her believe that she and Fu Jichen had ever crossed paths!
"Auntie, do you have a photo of Miss Jia Nian?" Shen Jia Nian's current state of mind is that of a desperate struggle. She will not give up until she sees tangible evidence. "Can I take a look?"

Cheng Jin said: "I haven't taken any photos of Jianian, sir, there should be some."

"How did she meet Fu Jichen?" Shen Jianian asked.

"I don't know that."

Cheng Jin was telling the truth. When she met Jia Nian, her husband already loved her very much. She was a little colder towards him, and the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper.As a bystander, she could see it more clearly than anyone else.As for how the two of them met, she didn't know, and she didn't hear it mentioned by Jianian or her husband.

"Then do you know that she is Yan Qiusheng's apprentice?" Shen Jianian asked carefully.

"How did you know?" Cheng Jin was extremely surprised.

"Auntie, I'm asking you now, please tell me quickly." Shen Jia Nian was very flustered and eager to clear the connection between herself and "Miss Jia Nian".

"She goes to Yan Qiusheng's villa to learn piano every day, how could I not know about it." Speaking of those things in the past, Cheng Jin's mood was affected, his eye circles were red, and his heart was filled with soreness. He looked at the girl in front of him, She had a kind smile on her lips, "Speaking of which, it was my husband who helped pull the string. I heard from Miss Jia Nian that he saw that she liked to play the cello and didn't want her to waste her hobby, so he gave Yan Qiusheng a name card and took it with him. Jianian went over to visit."

Shen Jianian heard only silence at the end, but the sound of his heartbeat became louder and louder.

When she heard from Bai Changxia that she was Yan Qiusheng's apprentice, she couldn't figure out how she could have such connections and connect with a world-class cellist.

Now someone told her that Fu Jichen was the one holding the string, so it made sense because he had that kind of strength.

She and the "Miss Jia Nian" in her aunt's mouth overlapped in too many places to count. Shen Jia Nian could not continue to cover up and lie to herself that these were coincidences.

"Look at me, I accidentally said so many things, so don't take it personally." Not hearing the girl in front of him say anything, Cheng Jin was a little uneasy, wondering if he had said the wrong thing, so he didn't say any more, "I I won’t delay your meal. You eat slowly and I’ll come over and clean up later.”

Shen Jia Nian's mind went blank. He stared at Cheng Jin blankly, his mouth opening and closing, but his voice did not rise and fall: "I'm very curious if you can tell me more about Miss Jia Nian."

Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse her request. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her.

During the meal, Cheng Jin accompanied her and told her some things that impressed her.

Shen Jia Nian listened silently, not knowing what to eat.

"Get some rest and tell me if you need anything."

After Shen Jia Nian finished eating, Cheng Jin put away the things, closed the door, and locked it according to the teacher's instructions.

Standing outside the door, Cheng Jin sighed softly at the door panel.

The husband is really very ill, how can he lock a good girl in the house?Over time, normal people will develop problems.

Just as he was thinking about it, Cheng Jin turned around and bumped into Fu Jichen coming out of the study. He was in a very bad state, with dark eyes, no expression on his face, and a strong smell of cigarette smoke.

Fu Jichen glanced at her and spoke in a low voice: "Has she eaten?"

"Eat." Cheng Jin showed him the tray he was holding. There was not much food left in it.

Fu Jichen nodded and said: "Cut some fruits and bring them up, the ones she used to like, and prepare some snacks. And her favorite biscuits, go to the supermarket and buy some to keep at home. You can take care of the rest. "

Cheng Jin wrote it down one by one: "Lunch is ready. You can get busy after eating."

Fu Jichen didn't answer.

Cheng Jin was very worried about the conflict between her husband and the girl in the room, so she confessed to him: "The lady just asked me something about Jia Nian's past, and I told her." "Aunt Cheng, she is Jia Nian, The Jia Nian you know is none other than someone else." Fu Jichen said, "She is still alive, but her appearance has changed and she doesn't remember me."

When Fu Jichen said the last few words, there was a burst of bitterness in his heart.

Cheng Jin was speechless and didn't show it.How could such a bizarre thing happen in reality? It's not that easy to change one's appearance, let alone forget someone completely.

In the final analysis, my husband is suffering from a heart disease, which is said to be difficult to cure.

"Sir, you can't force some things." Cheng Jin couldn't directly persuade him to let go, so he just said such a non-trivial sentence in a roundabout way.

It was rare that Fu Jichen had the patience to say a few more words to her: "I'm not forcing it, I'm trying to find what belongs to me. The person in her heart is me. She accidentally lost her memory. It's enough for me to remember. If she I can’t remember that memory for the rest of my life, it doesn’t matter, what’s mine is mine. I can’t stand others possessing her.”

Cheng Jin could understand it at first, but she couldn't understand the subsequent words.

Fu Jichen knew that Cheng Jin would not understand and that no one could understand. He stopped explaining and only said to Cheng Jin: "If she wants to know what happened in the past, just tell her the truth. There is no need to hide it."

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Shen Jia Nian fell asleep on the big bed after lunch. She didn't know if it was because too much information was stuffed in her head. She felt dizzy and felt like vomiting.

In the evening, the setting sun slipped in through the window, and brilliant orange-red fell on the back of his hand. Shen Jianian turned his hand over to grab the piece of rays of sunshine.

Her mind was so dizzy that she couldn't bear it after watching the sunset for a while. She lay down on the bed, buried her face in the quilt, and sighed deeply. She felt that life was difficult and absurd everywhere.

The door was opened from the outside, and Shen Jia Nian didn't have the strength to raise his head to see who had come in. Listening to the steady footsteps, he guessed it wasn't the nanny.

The mattress sank slightly, and someone sat down next to him. Shen Jianian pretended not to feel it and remained motionless.

After a few seconds, a hand pushed the hair away from her face, revealing her red ears.

Fu Jichen's fingertips touched her skin and he noticed that the temperature was abnormal. He held her shoulders and pushed gently twice to wake her up: "Shen Jia Nian, wake up."

Shen Jia Nian could no longer pretend to be asleep to avoid him, so he turned over and lay on his side, frowning and asking, "What are you going to do again?"

"Are you feeling unwell?" Fu Jichen put his whole palm against her cheek, feeling a little hot.

Shen Jia Nian opened her mouth to say something, but her throat suddenly felt itchy. She coughed, pushed his hand away, and slowly got up and sat down. Because her body was weak, she didn't have the energy to glare at anyone: "You locked me here, I'm all over the body." I don’t feel comfortable anywhere. When can you let me go?”

"You have a fever." Fu Jichen chose to ignore her complaint. "I'm asking you seriously if you have any other discomforts in your body so that I can call a doctor to come over and treat you."

Shen Jianian paused and raised his hand to touch his forehead. What he said was true. Her body temperature seemed a bit high.

She cherished her life and did not dare to joke about her body: "The sore throat, dizziness, and nausea are gone."

Fu Jichen didn't waste any time. He immediately took out his mobile phone and called the family doctor, describing her symptoms: "She has a sore throat and a fever. I can't measure the exact temperature. She's dizzy and nauseous. I just heard her cough. Is this a medical condition?" Is it better to infuse directly?"

The doctor didn't know what he said, so Fu Jichen answered and walked out in a hurry.

After a while, he brought a thermometer gun and put it on Shen Jianian's forehead. When he saw the numbers on the display screen, he frowned and told the doctor on the phone: "38 degrees 9, the fever is very serious. Come here now."

Thinking of an important thing, Fu Jichen sounded serious and reminded the doctor: "She is allergic to penicillin, azithromycin, and cephalosporin. If you want to reduce inflammation, you cannot use these. You can use levoxanil."

Shen Jia Nian, who had his head hanging down, suddenly raised his head when he heard this sentence, and his eyes fell straight on Fu Jichen's face. He was also looking at her.

Their eyes met, and Fu Jichen caught her eye with a deep frown and an anxious look on his face.

Shen Jia Nian's only thought at the moment was that Fu Jichen even knew about her drug allergies. Combined with what the nanny told her, she believed that they had indeed been together.

Although she still didn't understand how she could be with Fu Jichen. Was she possessed by an evil spirit?

After he hung up the phone, Shen Jianian said, "Auntie said you have my old photos, can I see them?" She still wanted to verify.

Believing is one thing, accepting is another.

She still couldn't accept the fact that she was with him. (End of chapter)