Rose Manor

Fu Jichen stopped, lowered his eyelashes, looked at the person under him, and said two words: "No life."

Shen Jia Nian didn't expect that he would reject it so simply. She blinked blankly, with surprise in her eyes. When Fu Jichen leaned over to kiss her again, she turned her head away.

Fu Jichen's lips fell on the side of her neck. After a moment of pause, he sighed inaudibly.

Shen Jia Nian refused to continue without clarifying the doubts in her heart: "Can I ask why? You don't like children?" Apart from this reason, she could not think of anything else for the time being.

Fu Jichen raised his head buried in the crook of her neck and looked at her steadily, without concealing his true thoughts: "Your body needs to be tight, and everything else should stay back."

Shen Jia Nian was silent. It turned out that it was not that he didn't like children, but that he refused to have children out of consideration for her health.

"Don't be burdened. Whether or not you have children does not affect the relationship between you and me." Fu Jichen said in a solemn and determined tone, "Nothing is as important as you."

Children are just the icing on the cake, and he won't feel sorry if he doesn't have them.

Shen Jianian wrapped her fingers around the shirt buttons on his chest and was silent for several seconds. Her tone was a little embarrassed and she said intermittently: "But, I...I asked the doctor last time, and the doctor said...it won't affect anything."

"Huh? What doesn't affect it?"

Fu Jichen put his arm on her side. What she said at the moment was more important than being intimate, so he suppressed the restless emotions in his body and asked her patiently.

"Don't you understand?" Shen Jianian closed her eyes and said softly, without looking at his face, "My body... does not affect having a child."

Fu Jichen's focus was obviously not on the issue of whether to have children. He thought for a while and asked her: "When did you ask the doctor? Which doctor said it? Is it reliable?"

He asked three questions in a row, and Shen Jianian was confused.

Immediately, she remembered that the last time she asked the doctor, she deliberately avoided Fu Jichen because she was embarrassed, so he didn't know.

The person below him tightly closed his lips and said nothing. Fu Jichen lowered his head and repeated the question just now.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid this problem, Shen Jia Nian had no choice but to tell him frankly: "It's... the doctor Fang you took me to see last time. You called him Uncle Fang."

Fu Jichen thought about it carefully. If he remembered correctly, it seemed that the issue of fertility was not discussed that day: "Why don't I remember that you asked this question at that time?"

Shen Jia Nian knew he would ask this question and remained silent.

"You asked behind my back?" Fu Jichen quickly came back to his senses.

Shen Jianian snorted softly, which was regarded as admission.

Fu Jichen smiled lowly, rubbed the corners of her lips with his lips, and asked in a very soft voice: "Do you want a child?"

"No. I'm just asking, to be mentally prepared in advance."

"Oh."

"You oh what?"

"It's nothing." Fu Jichen said, not content with just nuzzling the corner of his mouth, he pressed her lips to deepen the kiss, and while kissing, he said lowly and vaguely, "We are not in a hurry, you can make mental preparations later. "

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Shen Jianian took a break in the kiss and spat out a few vague words, "You are already old."

Fu Jichen, who was immersed in it, paused suddenly and raised his head. There was still a surge of emotion in his eyes, and his eyes were a little blurred: "What did you say?"

Shen Jia Nian covered his mouth, as if the words he just said were not his own.

Fu Jichen took away her hand covering her lips, stared into her eyes, and asked again: "Shen Jia Nian, what did you just say about me?"

He even called her by her first name! Shen Jianian, who felt that something was wrong, pursed his lips, blushed, and stared at him blankly without daring to blink.

In the end, she couldn't resist the attack of his eyes and opened her mouth to defend herself: "I didn't say it first, it was you who said you were old and deaf. I just... just followed your words."

"Don't explain."

Fu Jichen lowered his head and grabbed her lips, interrupting her hesitating words, and used practical actions to prove whether he was old or not.

If it weren't for the attack on her lips and tongue, Shen Jia Nian would have really wanted to shout "Unjust". She was just joking, and he said the joke himself. She was just following the same example, and then she was treated inhumanely.

*

After tossing and turning like pancakes for most of the night, Shen Jia Nian fell into a deep sleep. When her consciousness was chaotic, she secretly swore that she would never mention the word "age" in front of Fu Jichen from now on. She underestimated the man's caress. He could make fun of himself, but not others.

The weekend is coming soon, Shen Jianian and Fu Jichen made an appointment to go to the Fu family's old house to meet their elders in the evening, and Fu Jichen has already called the old house.

In the afternoon, Shen Jianian left the studio two hours early and went back to Yunding Palace to dress up.

Shen Jianian dug out half of the clothes in the wardrobe and picked them over. Unable to choose anything suitable for meeting his elders, he turned his head and asked Fu Jichen with a distressed look on his face: "Which one should I wear better?"

"I haven't seen you wear the cheongsam I ordered earlier." Fu Jichen sat in the room with his legs crossed, sometimes turning over the original English book on his legs, sometimes raising his eyes to look at his wife who had a troubled face, "How about wearing that one? "

Shen Jia Nian followed his suggestion and went to the cloakroom to find the custom-made cheongsam. It was a summer style, made of light pink satin with dark bamboo branches. She felt delicate and pretty even before she tried it on.

She didn't know why she chose this material to make a cheongsam on a whim.

"Too pretty." Shen Jianian hesitated.

Fu Jichen turned over a page of the book, raised his eyes, and saw her holding up the collar of her cheongsam and gesturing in front of her, seemingly dissatisfied. He tilted his head slightly, put his fingers on his forehead to admire her expression, and after a while, he said, "What's wrong with you being so young and pretty? It's just the right time for me to create an old couple."

Shen Jianian rolled her eyes at him and refused to let her mention her age, so why did he mention it again.

Fu Jichen rolled his eyes, smiled slightly, closed the book and stood up, pushing her shoulders to the cloakroom: "Don't worry, just wear this, it looks good."

Shen Jia Nian took his time to put on his cheongsam, sat in front of the dressing table, carefully put on light makeup, half-twisted his long hair, and tied it with a hairpin.

When choosing matching jewelry, Fu Jichen came to her side and took out a pair of jade earrings from the jewelry box: "Sit back and let me put them on for you."

Shen Jia Nian obediently straightened his sitting posture and raised his eyes to look at the dressing mirror in front of him. In the mirror, a man in a white shirt bent down slightly, with a serious look on his face, holding an earring in his hand, and expertly and carefully passed it through the small hole in her earlobe and put it on for her.

The style of the earrings is very simple, a long thin silver chain with a drop-shaped emerald green jade at the bottom.

Shen Jianian gradually became fascinated as he looked at the two figures in the mirror, and a similar picture appeared in his mind. A long time ago, when she was tied to Yunding Palace by Fu Jichen, she saw the jewelry box in the drawer, and the image of a man wearing earrings for her flashed through her mind. Now, the same scene reappeared, and her heart beat faster, as if something was bursting out of her heart, but it was firmly blocked by a barrier, preventing her from seeing what was behind the barrier.

"All right."

Fu Jichen's voice rang in her ears, bringing her back to her thoughts. Her eyes slowly focused, and she realized that both earrings were on, swaying slightly as she shook her head.

Seeing that she was in a daze, Fu Jichen put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her in the mirror: "What are you thinking about?"

Shen Jianian raised a hand to cover his big hand on her shoulder, smiled and said, "Suddenly I remembered that you seemed to have worn earrings for me before."

Fu Jichen paused, surprise flashed in his eyes, but the next second, Shen Jianian sighed: "I tried to follow the picture and think about it, but I couldn't remember what happened before and after. There was a wall blocking me. I can’t push it away. I feel like maybe when I push that wall away, I can think of more things.”

"Don't force yourself if you can't remember." Fu Jichen comforted her, "It's good now."

Shen Jianian got up from the chair, stopped looking at him in the mirror, turned around and faced him and said, "Sometimes I really want to retrieve the memories of the past and remember our past."

"If you want to know, I can tell you in detail." Fu Jichen said with a smile, "Actually, the time when we first met was not a good time, and we often lost our tempers."

"Really?" Shen Jianian was curious, "Are you angry at me, or am I angry at you?"

"All."

Shen Jianian suddenly asked: "Do you think there will be a day when I think about the past and forget about the present?"

Fu Jichen's face instantly darkened, he pinched her nose and said, "Then I will cry for you."

Shen Jianian laughed.

The silk cheongsam was too thin. Fu Jichen was worried that she would get cold in the air-conditioned room, so he took a thin shawl from the cloakroom and put it on her shoulders.

The two set out from Yunding Palace Garden and arrived at the Fu family's old house around 6:30 in the afternoon. When they walked in hand in hand, people in the room came over.

Everyone invariably recalled the scene when Fu Jichen led the girl through the door last time. The girl was also dressed in a delicate and elegant cheongsam, with a restrained and elegant temperament.

It was the same as the scene in front of me, even though the girl's appearance was different.