Rose Manor

It was the entertainment section of the newspaper. The title was suspected of attracting attention. The thick black and enlarged fonts read "The heir of the Fu family is in love with Shen Jianian, and he shows off his affection in the street to make others envious."

It comes with two pictures, irregularly spliced ​​up and down.The picture above shows a man in a black suit holding a transparent umbrella and hugging a woman's slender waist, walking together in the rain.The picture below shows a man standing next to a luxury car. The passenger door is open and a woman is sitting inside. The man is bending down to wipe the woman's feet.

The man's face in the picture is very clear. It's Fu Jichen. The woman's face is a little blurry. The journalist thoughtfully made an arrow, drew a red circle next to it, and put a frontal photo of the heroine. If it wasn't her or Who can?
Shen Jia Nian was greatly stimulated by the news one after another. She never thought that since she and Fu Jichen had been in the newspapers, wouldn't their relationship be in trouble?
Why have you never heard Pei Che tell her?

The text attached to the picture details that the heir of the Fu family personally went to Shen Jia Nian's variety show to support her. After the show, the two had dinner together and walked in the rain. The heir of the Fu family deigned to wipe Shen Jia Nian's face from the rain. Wet feet.

Shen Jia Nian read each word over and over again, and then looked at the two photos. There was a bomber in his mind, constantly bombarding them.

She fell into deep self-doubt.

Is the heroine in the news really her?

Could there be someone with the same face as her before, also named Shen Jianian?

Otherwise, how could such incredible things happen in this world?
She and Fu Jichen were repaid for showing affection?

Shen Jia Nian clearly realized that the reason why she thought so was because she was escaping. She clearly had the answer in her heart, but she just didn't want to admit it.

This cut-out newspaper will be hidden in the pocket of her clothes. It should have been made by Shen Jianian in the past. Because she liked Fu Jichen, she would collect news related to him.

"Shen Jianian?" Fu Jichen's voice came from outside the cloakroom.

He had dinner in the restaurant downstairs and came up to accompany her. He saw no one in the room. The bathroom door was open and there was no one inside.

Fu Jichen strode towards the cloakroom. The moment he saw Shen Jia Nian, his tense expression relaxed. He thought she was gone and that finding her was a dream - he had such a dream more than once, and when he woke up, Found out everything was fake.

Shen Jianian crumpled the newspaper into a ball and held it in his hand, looking at him with an extremely complicated look.

"What did you get?" Fu Jichen noticed her little movements with sharp eyes, and couldn't help but feel curious.

Shen Jia Nian looked around and said to him: "I want to take a bath, come here and borrow some clothes."

Fu Jichen listened to her choice of words and corrected: "I'm not borrowing it. The women's clothes here are originally yours and no one else's." He thought of something and smiled at her, "The clothes from three years ago may be out of date. Wait. After you recover from your illness, I will buy new ones for you and have them delivered to your home, and you can pick them slowly."

Shen Jia Nian subconsciously refused: "No."

She could not accept gifts from others with peace of mind if they were not relatives.

Fu Jichen was stunned for a moment, and then returned to his normal expression. From her perspective, it does take some time to adapt to their relationship.

He was willing to give her time and not force her to accept it immediately.

Seeing that the man was silent, Shen Jia Nian thought about what he had just said and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Go take a shower." Fu Jichen did not continue to discuss the topic of buying new clothes with her, but only warned, "If you have a cold, don't take a shower for too long."

Shen Jia Nian carried the clothes to the bathroom and did not forget to lock the door.

Standing behind the door, she opened the crumpled newspaper in her hand and took one last look. Even if she tried to break her head, she still couldn't remember what she didn't remember, and nothing would change.

Shen Jianian threw the newspaper into the trash can and turned on the shower head to take a shower.

After coming out of the shower, Fu Jichen sat in the sofa chair where he had sat before, with his laptop on his lap and his fingers typing on the keyboard, looking at the interface as if he was replying to emails.

Shen Jianian glanced at him for a few times. The man's profile was clear-cut, and he looked serious and cold as he worked hard. His brows were slightly furrowed, maybe because he saw an email that he didn't like.

After getting to know each other, Shen Jianian had a general understanding of their relationship and tried to ask him: "When can I leave?"

Fu Jichen's fingertips paused slightly as he typed on the keyboard, and his eyes moved away from the computer screen and fell on her fair cheeks that were as clear as hibiscus after bathing.

Shen Jia Nian was not used to seeing this face, but he accepted it calmly after seeing it.

"Do you still want to leave?" Fu Jichen may not have noticed that there was helplessness and frustration in his tone when he spoke.

The CEO of Junshan is at the top of the pyramid, sitting on boundless wealth and power, but he will only feel frustrated when facing her.

Shen Jianian nodded hesitantly and hummed slightly.

More than ten seconds passed, and Fu Jichen showed no mercy: "I will not let you go." She could do anything else, but he would not allow her to leave him.

Shen Jianian frowned and had a rebellious mentality: "If I can never remember the past and never like you, are you going to lock me up for the rest of my life? The past is the past, people move forward, and they cannot stay in the past forever." She Another stab in his heart.Fu Jichen felt distressed for a moment, and after a long while, he slowly said: "Since you liked me once, you can like me again, I am confident."

"I can't like you if you act like this." Shen Jianian said directly.

Fu Jichen had already adjusted his mentality, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and patiently asked her for advice: "Then what should you do to make you like me? Tell me, and I will do it."

Shen Jia Nian's throat froze and she was at a loss for words. She didn't expect the dignified CEO of Junshan to be so shameless.

She was so angry that her head hurt, so she stopped telling him, lifted the quilt and got into bed, lying on her side with her back to him.

Fu Jichen looked at Shen Jia Nian with only the back of his head exposed, sighed silently, stood up and turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom, leaving a floor lamp on, with the brightness adjusted to the lowest level.

Warm yellow light enveloped the big bed, and the quilt on the bed was bulging, making him feel at ease.

Shen Jia Nian went through all the messy things in his mind. After all, he was still ill and couldn't keep up with his energy, so he fell asleep not long after.

Fu Jichen finished processing more than a dozen emails, closed the computer, rubbed his sore temples, walked lightly to the bed, lowered his eyes and stared at the sleeping person on the bed.

She had just turned her back to him, and after falling asleep, she unconsciously turned over and lay flat on her back.

After looking at her almost infatuatedly for a while, Fu Jichen picked up the thermometer gun on the bedside table and took her temperature. It was 37 degrees 8. The temperature had dropped a little, but the fever had not completely subsided.

She should not take it lightly. She used to catch colds and have high fevers repeatedly in the middle of the night.

Fu Jichen went to the bathroom, twisted a piece of handkerchief, folded it into a square shape of suitable size, and put it on her forehead to physically cool down.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, touched her cheek with his fingers, and sighed, she could only be more docile when she fell asleep, but she would only be wary of him when she was awake.

Fu Jichen leaned down, pressed his thin lips against hers, kissed her gently, and left her at the first touch.

*
Shen Jia Nian slept until midnight, his throat was dry, and he woke up thirsty. He couldn't help but cough as soon as he woke up. He opened his eyes and sat up, and found that there was someone else in the room. He was almost frightened to death.

She blinked her hazy eyes and saw clearly that the person on the sofa was Fu Jichen. He was wearing pajamas, with a dark gray blanket placed around his waist, and he was half asleep leaning there.

Shen Jia Nian touched her forehead. She was dazed in sleep, and felt someone put a cool thing on her forehead. She thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be real. She picked up a soaked handkerchief on the pillow.

She simply didn't know what to say. She had spoken cruelly to Fu Jichen so mercilessly, but he still didn't give up.

Shen Jia Nian casually threw the handkerchief on the bedside table and saw a thermos cup and a box of cookies on it, from the brand she had loved eating since she was a child.

What Fu Jichen said at that time popped into my mind: A box of cookies can be eaten in a few days on the bedside table.

Shen Jianian was suddenly speechless.

She picked up the thermos cup, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The water was just right and she drank more than half of the cup.

Fu Jichen hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. Instead of lying on the bed tonight, he made do with the cramped sofa chair. Instead, he slept extremely deeply.Probably because he found that person and was right next to him, the knot somewhere in his heart was removed, and what followed was the beauty of being lost and found.

Shen Jianian put down the thermos cup, and without paying attention to the importance for a moment, the bottom of the cup hit the wooden cabinet. The sound was a bit loud, waking up the sleeping person.

Fu Jichen woke up, pinched his forehead with his fingers, sat upright, his dark eyes were sleepy, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you up?"

"I'll drink water." After Shen Jianian finished speaking, he pursed his lips and said quickly, "Stop staying here and go to bed."

Fu Jichen was stunned, the sleepiness in his eyes dissipated a little, and he looked straight at her.

Shen Jia Nian was afraid that he would misunderstand that she was caring about him, so she hurriedly added: "I can't sleep with someone next to me."

Knowing that this was a nonsense excuse, Fu Jichen did not expose it. He was silent, picked up the mobile phone on the armrest of the sofa and looked at the time. It was 25:[-] in the morning, and there were only a few hours left before dawn.

He took her temperature again with a thermometer. The fever had subsided, so he no longer insisted on staying here: "I'm next door, call me if you need anything."

Fu Jichen walked a few steps, paused briefly, turned back, took out something from the pocket of his pajamas, and placed it next to her pillow: "Don't lose it again."

Shen Jia Nian lowered his head and saw through the warm light that it was the jade lion handpiece she had lost at the airport.

"Why are you here?" Shen Jianian asked eagerly.

She thought she would never get it back.