Rose Manor

This year, the Fu family’s reunion dinner is scheduled for twelve noon.

Although Wei Ronghua returned home from the hospital, she did not appear at the dinner table. She had been determined to be strong all her life and refused to show her illness in front of others, including her family. Even though everyone in the family has seen her look like after getting sick.

She hid in her room, and the nanny served various dishes to her.

The family sat down in the restaurant. Fu Jianfang glanced around and found that someone was missing: "Why don't you see Yu Ling? Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't seen her for a long time."

Fu Feibai was pouring a drink. When he heard this, his hand paused and the drink almost poured out of the cup. He glanced at Fu Jichen from the corner of his eye. He had heard from his brother before that Fu Yuling had a heart attack and was sent to the United States for treatment. He gave Fu Yu Ling called several times and was always reminded to turn off the phone.

He asked his brother, who told him not to worry. There were people in Los Angeles taking care of Fu Yuling. She was not allowed to touch her phone so that she could rest in peace and recuperate.

Mr. Fu made a face and said in an unhappy tone: "She is being treated in the United States."

"So that's it." Fu Jianfang suppressed a smile and put on a concerned expression, "There's nothing wrong with her health. Logically speaking, she should be brought back to celebrate the New Year. It's so pitiful for her to be alone in a foreign country."

Even for wealthy people, there are things that cannot be done. For example, Fu Yuling needs a heart transplant, but has never found a suitable heart source.

The old man didn't want to mention that ignorant person again, so he said coldly: "Let's eat!"

Fu Jianfang pursed her lips and curled her lips slightly. She just asked one more question, and she didn't know where the old man got so angry.

Dafang is really dying now. Fu Zhengyun is gone. Wei Ronghua has this disease and he doesn’t have much time left. Fu Yuling has heart attacks from time to time. Fu Feibai is too focused on his acting career and not the family business. Fu Jichen is the only one who can support him. However, he refused to let up on the marriage issue. Ever since the Shen daughter disappeared, he has no intention of loving his children. Now he has no children and no heirs. He really can't tell whose hands Junshan will fall in the future.

Fu Jianfang sorted out the relationships and ate the delicacies on the table in a good mood. Just wait, the one who laughs at the end is the winner.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Jichen said hello to the old man and left the old house.

Seeing Fu Jichen's car drive out of the yard, Fu Jianfang raised his eyebrows and asked Fu Feibai, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and playing games: "Feibai, what is your brother doing? Why don't you stay at the old house to watch the New Year tonight?"

Fu Feibai didn't look up and said casually: "I don't know, maybe I'll go spend time with my girlfriend."

Fu Jianfang's eyebrows skipped a beat and he walked from the window to the sofa: "Your brother has a girlfriend? Whose daughter? When did he get his girlfriend? Why is there no news at all? Does the old man know about this?"

"No..." Fu Feibai was confused by a series of questions. He didn't know which one to answer first. He didn't like this aunt very much, so he didn't reveal too much to her. He grinned and said, "I don't know very well. I I just met that girl once. If aunt wants to know, she might as well ask my brother directly."

Fu Jianfang choked and went to ask Fu Da. She was feeling unhappy because she was full.

However, Fu Feibai's words made it clear that the girl was not the daughter of any family.

Fu Da is really as "promising" as ever, specializing in women from poor family backgrounds.

*

Shen Jianian received news from Fu Jichen. He said that he had arrived at the Pei family villa. She stood up with her coat and bag and said goodbye to Pei Che and Zhou Ruo.

Pei Che saw her out and saw the car in the distance. He knew Fu Jichen was inside and stopped.

Shen Jianian turned towards him: "When are you and your aunt going to leave Beicheng?" Zhou Ruo said that after the New Year, they would travel abroad to relax.

Pei Che said, "It's not decided yet."

"If you have time, come to my house as a guest and try my craftsmanship."

"You can cook now?"

"I'm still learning." Shen Jianian smiled.

Pei Che smiled: "Definitely."

"Then..." Shen Jianian waved his hand, "You go in, it's cold outside."

Pei Che watched her trot towards the gate and get into the man's car.

In the car, Fu Jichen raised the temperature of the air conditioner in advance, took her hand, held it in his big palms, rubbed it, stared at the tip of her nose that was red from the cold, and asked lightly: "Is it cold?"

"It's cold." Shen Jianian shrank his neck, "It will definitely snow today."

"Since you know it's cold, why don't you come over quickly and talk for so long."

Shen Jianian raised her eyelids to look at the man's stern brows. After looking at them for a while, she snickered: "Fu Jichen, are you jealous again?"

Fu Jichen snorted, threw back her little hands that were gradually warming up, held the steering wheel with one hand, and reminded her to fasten her seat belt while turning the car familiarly.

They first returned to the community where they lived, picked up Jixiang, and then returned to Yunding Palace.

Jixiang, who was huddled in a cat bag, had never been out since being brought home by Shen Jia Nian. He was used to wandering and had no stress reaction when faced with a strange environment. He looked around with his round eyes. Arriving at Yunding Palace Garden, Shen Jia Nian got out of the car with the cat bag in his arms, patted the small transparent window, and talked to the cat: "Be gentle and don't fight."

Fu Jichen looked at her and smiled.

After four months of separation, Shen Jia Nian had mixed emotions when she set foot in this villa again. She still remembered that she was first tied here by Fu Jichen, and she fought with him every day with spikes all over her body.

At that time, she was only thinking about escaping from the prison he created, but she never expected that one day she would be willing to return here.

Cheng Jin was so happy when he saw the two of them coming back together. He smiled and his whole face wrinkled into a flower: "The temperature has dropped a lot today. Sit down and drink a cup of hot tea. I'm preparing the New Year's Eve dinner."

The chef is on holiday, and Aunt Cheng is doing all the New Year's Eve dinner today.

Several cats and dogs rushed down from upstairs and excitedly circled around Shen Jianian when they saw her. The Ji Xiang that Shen Jianian brought over showed his teeth several times, but found that it was useless, so he stopped and huddled on the sofa to take a nap.

Shen Jianian calmed down the cats and dogs, drank a cup of red dates and longan tea, and went to the kitchen to help Aunt Cheng prepare dishes.

Aunt Cheng didn't let her do it: "Don't get your clothes dirty."

"It's okay, I often cook at home." Shen Jianian put on an apron.

After a while, Fu Jichen also wandered in, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He stood by the sink and took a look, rolled up his sleeves, and handled the pot of shrimps that Shen Jia Nian loved to eat.

Cheng Jin turned around and happened to see this scene. He was so shocked that he almost threw the spoon in his hand. The husband was picking the shrimp threads, but because he couldn't get the point, he always broke the shrimp threads. He frowned and looked very irritated.

Shen Jianian glanced at it a few times and couldn't bear to look at it: "Stop it."

Fu Jichen himself also realized that he really couldn't do this job, so he simply threw the shrimp into the basin, washed his hands, took out the cigarette with a piece of ash on his lips, and dusted it on top of the trash can.

As soon as Shen Jianian finished talking to him, when she was peeling the lettuce with a paring knife, she accidentally cut her hand and a little blood came out.

Fu Jichen's relaxed brows frowned again.

Cheng Jin drove them both out of the kitchen, determined not to let them touch the ingredients again.

Shen Jianian was pushed to sit on the sofa by Fu Jichen. He brought the medical kit, sighed, treated her wound, and put a band-aid on her: "Don't cook anymore."

Shen Jianian's attention was outside the window and she didn't hear what he said. She patted his sleeve and said, "It's snowing."

"Is this your first time seeing snow?" Fu Jichen had seen it countless times since she was a child, so Fu Jichen was surprised by her reaction to seeing snow.

Shen Jianian: "The snow is beautiful."

Fu Jichen didn't think so, but he didn't dampen her interest. He nodded and said, "Just take a look. Don't even think about going out to play in the snow."

He put the medical kit back to its original place and came back. Shen Jia Nian was gone on the sofa. He thought she had sneaked out. When he looked up, he saw that she was sitting by the window, her whole body almost pressed against the glass, looking out. The white snowflakes are flying, and the eyes are dreaming.

What a fool.

Fu Jichen shook his head and laughed, walking to the window and caressing her head with his big palm: "Is it so beautiful?"

Shen Jia Nian didn't answer. She occasionally looked at the snow, and occasionally looked at her face reflected in the glass window. She saw this face every day, and it still felt strange to her.

She held her chin with a dazed expression on her face: "I sometimes wonder who Shen Jianian is..."

Fu Jichen didn't know how to answer this question. He was thinking about why she asked this question. Was it because she was worried about her lost memory again.

"Shen Jia Nian is the love of Fu Jichen's life." After a long time, he replied.

Shen Jia Nian turned around. There was cold snow outside the window, and the room was as warm as spring. The man's eyes were gentle, and his smile spread to the corners of his eyes. He held her face in his hands and said, "Shen Jia Nian is Fu Jichen's little civet cat."

Shen Jianian wrinkled her nose, she was not a cat.

Fu Jichen was still laughing. She had forgotten that she tickled him and bit him before, which made him look embarrassed and laughed at by his friends in the business world.

That night, he went back and secretly cut her nails.

She had forgotten.

"Forget it, if you don't remember, you won't remember." Fu Jichen's voice was low, still smiling, "Shen Jia Nian is Shen Jia Nian, the unique Shen Jia Nian."