Rose Manor

Fu Jichen walked in front, and the people behind him could not see the curve of his mouth.Shen Jia Nian looked at the man's tall back, thinking that the voice he spoke just now was too soft and he didn't hear it.

"I said I wanted to go out." Shen Jianian raised his voice.

The figure in front paused and did not look back. There was a clear smile in his voice: "I heard you. Are you going to go out in home clothes?"

Shen Jianian looked a little embarrassed and looked down at the clothes he was wearing. The small V-neck short sleeves and long pajamas were really not suitable for going out, so he followed Fu Jichen into the house and went upstairs to change clothes.

The day before yesterday, the salesmen of major luxury brands sent them new seasonal ready-made clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry for her to choose from, but she refused. Fu Jichen simply signed all the orders and had them sorted into the cloakroom.

Women's clothing now occupies more than half of the entire cloakroom, while men's clothing only uses a small part.

Shen Jia Nian didn't touch the new clothes without even taking off the tags, and took an old skirt and put it on.Although she bought it three years ago, she still wears it like new. She doesn't feel out of date.

After coming out of the room, Fu Jichen was waiting for her outside the door and glanced at her. She had worn this skirt before, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Why don't you wear new clothes? Don't you like them?" He held the car keys in his hand and wanted to hold her hand, but the "Three Agreements" she had made suddenly came to his mind, so he had to give up.

Shen Jianian pressed the elevator button and said in a light voice, "I don't want to wear it."

Fu Jichen followed her into the elevator. After the door closed, there were only the two of them in the narrow space.Shen Jia Nian caught a glimpse of Fu Jichen adjusting the belt around his waist from the corner of his eye, and immediately turned his head away from looking.

He also changed his clothes and wore a black shirt, because he was not going to a workplace. He didn't wear a tie. One button was loosened at the collar. The hem of the shirt was tucked into crisp trousers, and a precious black belt was stretched out. The narrow waist visually makes the legs look straight and slender.

The elevator door opened and the two of them went out one after the other.

Fu Jichen drove out of a black Bentley from the garage, reached over the armrest box, and helped her open the passenger door.

Shen Jia Nian refused to obey his wishes. He passed by the passenger seat, closed the car door, walked two steps back, opened the rear door and got in.

Fu Jichen looked in the rearview mirror at Shen Jia Nian, who was facing the sky and wearing a lotus-colored long skirt. The skirt had a large embroidery pattern. The color of the embroidery thread was similar to the color of the skirt itself. It was not flashy and was elegant but exquisite.

Fu Jichen felt a little helpless about her behavior of treating him as a driver. He didn't say anything and let her be happy.

He started the engine and drove out of the gate of the villa, leaving the gorgeous cage far behind him in the night.

Shen Jianian turned his head and looked at the receding scenery outside the car window. He passed the quiet avenue in front of the villa and merged into the main road. There was an endless flow of traffic like a galaxy.

In late August, the weather was at its hottest, and it was a little cooler at night. Fu Jichen turned off the air conditioner, opened the car window, and let the night wind flow in, blowing Shen Jia Nian's long hair.

Shen Jia Nian used his hands to pull his hair back, like a bird just released from its cage, seeing everything fresh and satisfying.She thinks the coffee shops, landscape trees, street lights, and slowly stopping buses on the street look good.

Although they are the same city, Beicheng and Jiangcheng are still different, and the emotions she puts into them are also different.

This is like her habitat, giving her a sense of belonging.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was silent, but not an embarrassing silence.

Fu Jichen turned on the car stereo and turned the volume down very low so as not to be noisy. It was a melodious and slow cello music.Shen Jia Nian sounded familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, he remembered that it was the piece she played on that variety show.She looked away from the car window and glanced at Fu Jichen.

The speaker he turned on happened to be playing the cello music she had played. Does that mean he had listened to it often before?
Shen Jia Nian kept this question in mind and did not ask it.

The car drove a long way and finally stopped at the entrance of the alley. It was not so bustling and noisy here, and the street lights seemed a little dim.

Fu Jichen loosened his seat belt, pushed open the door and got out. He acted as a "driver" dutifully, walked around the front of the car and opened the back seat door. He blocked the roof of the car with one hand and said to the people in the car: "Get out of the car and take a walk."

Shen Jia Nian did not go against his will this time. She also wanted to take a stroll on the street and feel the long-lost freedom.One foot stretched out of the car door. Fu Jichen tried to help her, but she didn't let him go and got off by himself.

The alley is surrounded by small shops, some selling snacks, groceries, and clothes. Opposite are some low-key bars.

Fu Jichen locked the car and raised his chin towards her: "Let's go shopping in front." Shen Jia Nian found it quite strange that someone with Fu Jichen's status would not go to high-end and bright shopping malls, but to wander around dark alleys.

As if with some purpose, Fu Jichen went straight to a store on the left side of the alley entrance.Shen Jia Nian looked through the glass display window and saw clearly that there were all kinds of cheongsam on display inside.The signboard is quite old and the words on it are hard to read, but it doesn't prevent others from recognizing that this is a cheongsam shop.

Fu Jichen stopped in front of the door and looked back at Shen Jianian: "Does it feel familiar?"

He probably wouldn't ask such a question casually. The only thing Shen Jia Nian could think of was that she had been here before, and he took her to visit her old place again in an attempt to stir up her memories.

But it's a pity that Shen Jia Nian can't remember it.

Having lived in Beicheng for more than [-] years, this is her first time here.

Shen Jianian didn't need to answer. Fu Jichen knew just by looking at her eyes that she was not impressed. Without showing any disappointment, he reached out and pushed the door open, staggering his body to let her go in first.

This door is a bit retro, with a wooden door frame and old-fashioned transparent green glass. There is a picture on the top and bottom of the door, which shows a lady wearing a cheongsam and holding a fan.

Shen Jianian walked in and heard a sweet female voice mixed with the background sound of the TV series: "Welcome."

The girl who was sitting on the sofa with a bucket of ice cream and watching TV dramas raised her head and saw a customer coming. She opened her mouth and was about to call her dad to come out to entertain her. Suddenly she remembered that her dad had gone to dinner with an old friend in the evening and asked her to stay. Check out the store here.

The girl double-clicked on the tablet, paused the Korean drama she was watching with great interest, stood up to entertain, and all the words she had prepared were forgotten the moment she saw Fu Jichen.

"Sir, have you been to our store?" She may not remember the average customer, but the appearance and demeanor of the man in front of her are outstanding, surpassing the male protagonists in Korean dramas. She will not forget it after seeing him once.

Fu Jichen pointed to the sofa she had just sat on. He rarely had such patience to talk to strangers: "It was a long time ago when I came back, and you were sitting there watching videos and eating."

The girl remembered everything. Last time, this gentleman came with a very beautiful sister to customize a set of winter cheongsam and vest. She helped measure the size.

"You're coming with your wife to customize the cheongsam again!" The girl smiled and looked sideways at Shen Jianian, who was standing there admiring the cheongsam. When she saw her face clearly, the smile at the corner of her mouth froze.

Wait, why did she remember that the sister who came back last time was not this sister? Although this sister was also very beautiful, but...

The girl looked at Fu Jichen, her eyes obviously changed. She was not as enthusiastic as before, but had more complicated emotions. She thought he was a good man, but she also changed her mind when she saw something different.

Fu Jichen was looking at cheongsams with Shen Jianian, but he didn't notice the girl's expression changing.

"Which style you like, choose the material and make a few more." Fu Jichen whispered, "You look good in a cheongsam."

Shen Jia Nian did not look back. Fu Jichen stood behind her, lowering his head slightly when speaking. His breath brushed behind her ears and neck, which felt a little warm. She calmly took two steps to the side.

"I don't buy it." Shen Jianian said.

"No, sister." The little shop owner interrupted, not wanting to miss a business, he came over to introduce her, "Our store is very famous. The order list is already until next month. Many people from other places come here because of it. Sister, you have a good figure. , you will definitely look great in a cheongsam. I think your temperament is suitable for graceful and plain colors. Look at this light pink one. If you look carefully, it has dark patterns of bamboo branches on it. It matches you very well. There is also the smoky cyan one with white embroidery. Mulan, you are very gentle, just like you make me feel."

Shen Jia Nian smiled: "Thank you, I just want to take a look and don't plan to buy it."

The enthusiasm of the small shop owner continued: "It doesn't matter if you don't like these colors. Our store still has many treasured materials. You can come over here and have a look." She made a gesture of invitation, "Everyone is here, we always want to try it."

The little girl took her to look at a lot of precious jacquard materials, and every one of the recommended ones suited Shen Jianian's style, which showed that she was not just trying to sell things randomly, but was really thinking about her customers.

Shen Jianian was too kind to refuse: "Then let's customize one. I like the pink bamboo branch pattern material you pointed out to me at the beginning."

"okay!"

The little girl smiled brightly and took a soft ruler from the counter to measure her figure.

She is an outspoken person. When she was measuring the width of Shen Jiannian's shoulders, she whispered quietly in her ear: "Sister, I see you are beautiful and I can't bear to be deceived. The gentleman who came with you also brought a beautiful woman with him last time." Come to customize the cheongsam, he is so gentle and considerate to that sister."