Rose Manor

Fu Jichen followed Shen Jianian's fingertips and looked at his abdomen. It was only then that he realized that the hem of his clothes had been lifted up at some point. He might have just lifted the quilt and brought it up.

There was a very small scar there.

It's been more than three years, and he seems to have forgotten the injury here.

Shen Jia Nian saw his eyes lowered, and the shadows under his eyelashes obscured the expression in his eyes. She could not tell whether he was happy, angry, or any other emotion.

"If it's not convenient, forget it." She still had the same attitude, not forcing others to do anything, and respecting other people's privacy.

Fu Jichen raised his eyes and smiled lightly at her: "A woman stabbed her with a knife."

Shen Jianian paused, blinked, and took a breath in through his slightly opened mouth. She made sure that she didn't make any sound when she breathed in, so her expression shouldn't look too shocked, but in fact, she was already feeling huge waves inside.

woman? Stabbed with a knife?

She didn't know whether to be surprised by the former or the latter. The two together were enough for her to come up with countless stories, and she didn't know which one was the correct answer.

"That person... why did he stab you?" Shen Jianian heard herself ask him.

"She is my nominal mother."

Shen Jia Nian didn't look in the mirror, but she felt that her expression was not calm compared to just now, and could no longer be described as shocked.

Fu Jichen's nominal mother, she didn't quite understand these words. Isn't his mother Wei Ronghua? How could it be in name only?

Shen Jianian knew that she shouldn't ask any more questions as it might involve the secrets of the rich family. She suppressed her curiosity, swallowed, and picked up the towel on his lap: "The towel is not hot anymore, I'll go soak for a while." Hot water.”

"Don't you want to know?" Fu Jichen saw that she was using diversion to suppress her curiosity.

Shen Jianian: "Can I know?"

Fu Jichen patted the place next to him and motioned for her to come to the bed: "If you want to know, I'll tell you."

Shen Jianian was finally defeated by curiosity: "I'll listen to it after I warm up the towel."

She ran to the bathroom and ran out after a while. The cool towel became very hot after being soaked in hot water. It slapped against Fu Jichen's calf, which made him hiss and the sweat on his forehead was about to explode. .

"Sorry..." Shen Jianian stuck out his tongue.

Fu Jichen tilted his head and looked at her. He was really fragile now, and the pain had exhausted all his willpower.

Shen Jianian kicked off her slippers and was about to climb onto the bed. When her knees touched the sheets, she suddenly froze: "I didn't take a shower."

Fu Jichen didn't mind. He held her waist and dragged her to the side of the bed. Then he also lay down. There was a wet towel on his legs and it was inconvenient to cover her with a quilt. He pulled the quilt and covered her with it.

Shen Jianian was wearing a sweater, her hair was a little messy, lying on her side, looking at Fu Jichen's face so close to her, she could even see the roots of his eyelashes clearly, and then she realized how ambiguous their posture was.

Anyway, we already slept in the same bed last night. She convinced herself mentally.

Fu Jichen didn't know where to start. These things had been buried in his heart for a long time. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while. Then he spoke, and the first words he said still shocked Shen Jianian: "Wei Ronghua is not my mother."

Then, he told Shen Jianian a long story, a story from the previous generation.

Shen Jia Nian's brain became more and more clear as he listened until he told Wei Ronghua that after knowing the truth, he couldn't bear the stimulation, went crazy at home, and stabbed him with a knife. Her breathing suddenly stopped and her hands tightened on the quilt.

After finishing the story, Fu Jichen looked at the woman lying next to him. She didn't know whether she was frightened or something, her eyes were wide open.

Shen Jianian was still trying to digest this story.

In other words, Fu Jichen's nominal mother Wei Ronghua killed his biological mother Xiao Heting.

"You..." Shen Jianian's voice was a little hoarse, "When did you know about it?"

It is said that nurturing kindness is better than giving birth to kindness. Wei Ronghua raised him and gave him all his love, but she was the murderer of his mother. He knew how contradictory, tormenting and painful he would be in the future.

"Ten years old." Fu Jichen said, "On my tenth birthday, my father was drunk and stayed alone in the room. I followed him quietly and saw him crying while holding a photo of a woman. That was my first The first time I saw him crying, I was very curious. He said a lot to the photo. I was more mature than ordinary children, so I understood everything at that time. Then one day, I took out the photo and found that I looked like the woman in the photo. It's very similar. When I grew up, that was the first thing I looked up."

Before he was ten years old, he knew nothing. Although Wei Ronghua was strict with him, she loved him very much. He had a precocious personality and did not rely much on his parents. Overall, he was happy.

When he was ten years old, everything changed. He learned something from his drunken father, and his attitude towards Wei Ronghua was no longer the same as before.

When he grows older and is able to find out the truth of that year, the mother-son relationship between him and Wei Ronghua will be completely severed. Shen Jia Nian could hardly imagine what the ten-year-old Fu Jichen would be like, bearing the blow of the truth alone and growing up keeping such a secret alone.

She couldn't say any words of comfort, so she put her arms around his neck, as if she were hugging the ten-year-old him across time and space.

The arms around Fu Jichen's neck were fragrant and soft. He faced the ceiling and raised the corners of his mouth: "Are you comforting me?"

Shen Jianian: "Yeah."

Fu Jichen wanted to tell her that it was a long time ago. He had forgotten whether he was sad at the time. He probably didn't. He always accepted things very quickly.

Good or bad.

The only thing he couldn't let go of was her leaving him. He didn't believe she was dead and kept looking for her day after day. Fortunately, his persistence paid off.

Fu Jichen turned over and hugged her. He had complained about his father Fu Zhengjun in the past, and felt unworthy for Xiao Heting. When one day, a similar thing happened to him, he realized that the words "involuntarily" were not just words.

But now he will no longer have a moment when he can't help himself. He will hold her hand firmly.

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Shen Jia Nian took a nap and woke up to find that it was not yet twelve o'clock and the lamp was on in the bedroom.

Her arms were still around Fu Jichen's neck, and her face was buried in his shoulder. As soon as she took her hand away, he woke up.

The man opened his eyes and kissed her face in a daze.

Shen Jianian's voice was blurry: "Are you still in pain?"

Fu Jichen took a painkiller after she fell asleep. The medicine was placed in the drawer of the bedside table. He reached for it, took one out and put it into his mouth. He swallowed it dry without drinking water. The medicine has taken effect and he is no longer in pain.

"It's okay," he said.

Shen Jianian got up: "I'm going to take a shower, I'm sweating."

After living here for more than twenty days, she went to the cloakroom with ease, found her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water poured down on her, and the things Fu Jichen told her came to her mind.

Such an important secret, involving his life experience, he actually told her like this. Did he trust her too much, wasn't he afraid that if she leaked it, it would affect him?

Shen Jianian knew very well that he would not tell others, but Fu Jichen didn't know...

After taking a shower, Shen Jia Nian lay back on the bed. Her body was smelling of body wash and water vapor. She asked Fu Jichen, "Why did you tell me this?"

"Isn't it too late to ask this question now?" Fu Jichen felt much better after his leg no longer hurt, and he didn't feel that fragile when he smiled.

Shen Jianian: "How late is it?"

Fu Jichen lowered his head, touched her forehead with his chin, and said in a low voice: "Because you are the person I want to marry, and I tell you this because I want you to understand the complete me."

Shen Jianian didn't expect his answer to be this, so he wouldn't have asked if he had known it.

When Fu Jichen saw her instantly turning into an ostrich, shrinking her head and saying nothing, he knew that she hadn't thought about it yet, and it was useless for him to worry alone.

He picked up the diamond ring that Shen Jianian had put on the bedside table and said, "I mentioned our matter to the old man at home today. Maybe he is really old and didn't say anything. He should let me I want to make my own decision. So, when will you marry me?"

Shen Jianian looked at the shining ring, her mind confused. Why did it suddenly turn into a proposal?

At this time, at this place, under these circumstances... Propose?

Did he forget that they had only been dating for a short time.

After Shen Jianian was silent for a moment, he said something that ruined the atmosphere: "Where was the ring I wore before? Did you find it later?"

She could clearly see that Fu Jichen's face turned dark the second she finished speaking.

"I asked Aunt Cheng to throw it into the toilet." In just a few words, Fu Jichen said it with gritted teeth.

She just has the ability to make his mood ups and downs, and she is the only one who has this ability.

Fu Jichen grabbed her hand, put the diamond ring on her ring finger, put it to her lips and kissed it: "That's it, New Year's Eve, it's quite memorable."

At this second, the zero o'clock bell rang, and the new year came.

Shen Jianian raised his hand stupidly and looked at the diamond ring, which was not too big or too small. His brows and nose wrinkled together. How could someone be so domineering in proposing?

She clearly didn't like domineering people in the past.