Rose Manor

Shen Jianian booked an Italian restaurant and made a reservation half a month in advance to reserve the best seat, on the top floor of the building, by the window.

She had a wonderful imagination. When night fell, she would sit by the panoramic glass window and enjoy the night and lights while enjoying the food. The lighting in the restaurant was mainly dark tones, which was very atmospheric. But it rained, and the rain was not light enough. From the window, I could only see heavy rain.

Shen Jia Nian sat down on the chair that Fu Jichen pulled out. He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. He was wearing an oatmeal-colored long-sleeved knitted skirt.

She glanced at the hazy glass windows. She couldn't appreciate any night scenery, and even the lights of thousands of houses turned into a blur of shadows.

Wrinkling his nose, Shen Jianian muttered dissatisfiedly: "What does it mean that plans can't keep up with changes? This is it."

Fu Jichen sat down opposite her. The round table in front of her was covered with a white tablecloth. Candlelight and flowers complemented each other. The light in the room was so dark. Between the distance of the round table, each other's facial features could not be seen clearly. Everything was ambiguous and sticky. Thick breath.

"Be content with the situation." Fu Jichen said four words.

Shen Jianian looked away and looked at the person opposite, silently comforting herself that it was good to have him by her side, and everything else was just a foil.

She called the waiter and gave instructions in a low voice. After a while, a handsome waiter in a suit brought a bottle of red wine. After confirming it with the customer, he opened it on the spot.

Fu Jichen leaned back on the chair in an elegant and leisurely manner. Shen Jia Nian made all the decisions. He was a little surprised when she ordered red wine. He raised his eyebrows and reminded her: "You can't drink."

Shen Jianian propped up his chin and looked at him.

Her expression was a little blurry, but her eyes were bright. Then, her slightly excited voice sounded: "I have stopped taking the medicine. It doesn't matter if you drink a little."

Fu Jichen: "Aren't you afraid of getting drunk?" Her drinking capacity is average.

"Aren't you still here when you're drunk?"

Hearing this, Fu Jichen smiled from the corners of his eyes and let her go.

Shen Jia Nian had already decided on tonight's menu, so he didn't have to order. He waited for about ten minutes before the meal was served. It was all based on Fu Jichen's taste.

His appetite is very low, and he rarely shows his preference for a dish. The two of them spend a lot of time together, and Shen Jianian summarizes some of his taste preferences through careful observation.

Fu Jichen's eyes swept over the dishes on the table, and he understood her intentions with just one glance.

Shen Jianian used an unused knife and fork to serve him dishes: "Try the oxtail meat and the spicy salmon crispy rice cakes. I asked them to lower the spiciness, so it's not that spicy."

Fu Jichen said "good", smiled slightly, and tasted the food she put on her plate.

"How does it taste?" Shen Jianian asked impatiently.

Fu Jichen chewed the food carefully, and after swallowing the food in his mouth, he answered her: "It's very good." After a pause, he asked: "Have you ever eaten here?"

"No," Shen Jianian said, "I selected a few dishes based on the menu they provided me, and combined it with your taste, I asked them to make some minor adjustments."

Next, Fu Jichen tasted other dishes. It was obvious that she had put a lot of thought into tonight's meal.

"Cheers." Shen Jianian raised the goblet in front of him and tilted it slightly towards Fu Jichen, with a soft smile on his face, although it was a little blurry under the candlelight.

Fu Jichen placed the knife and fork on both sides of the plate, picked up the wine glass at hand, clinked it with her glass, and made a light and crisp sound.

Shen Jia Nian put his lips close to the mouth of the cup, took a small sip and squinted his eyes.

Some time ago, she had taken medicines to condition her body according to the course of treatment, which required dietary restrictions. She also banned coffee, tea and other drinks. She only occasionally drank a little juice squeezed at home. As soon as she tasted the fragrant red wine tonight, even though she was not an alcoholic, she was I think this is a delicacy in the world.

Shen Jianian couldn't help but take a few more sips.

Fu Jichen had a clear view of her actions, he just smiled and said nothing else.

After eating this meal for more than an hour, the rain outside became lighter, and there was still a mist of water vapor on the window glass. Shen Jianian tilted his head and looked out the window, drawing a heart on the glass with his finger.

Fu Jichen had already finished eating and was holding a glass of red wine in his hand. This was his third glass of wine tonight. He tilted his head slightly and stared at her for a moment. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw her drawing a heart, then another, filling a small area with joy.

Shen Jianian looked back and saw him smiling. She was a little embarrassed, sat up straight, picked up a napkin and wiped her fingers: "Let's go home." "Okay."

Fu Jichen raised his head and drank the last bit of red wine in the glass. He put down the glass and stood up. He walked around to Shen Jia Nian, picked up the coat from the back of the chair and put it on her body.

It was late September and the temperature was getting colder, especially on rainy nights. When the cold came up, it was easy to catch a cold. She had to be more careful than others to keep warm.

After Shen Jianian got dressed, the waiter brought a wrapped cake and handed it to her with both hands: "Ms. Shen, you ordered the cake. I wish you a happy birthday."

Fu Jichen was stunned for a moment, and her eyes fell on Shen Jianian's face. She smiled slightly, thanked the waiter, and then explained: "Today is not my birthday, it is my husband's birthday."

As she spoke, she carried the cake with one hand and held Fu Jichen's arm with the other.

The waiter paused, then turned to Fu Jichen and congratulated him "Happy Birthday".

Fu Jichen didn't react at all. His thoughts were still stuck on the three words "my husband" he heard from Shen Jianian's mouth a second ago, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

While walking to the elevator, Shen Jianian said: "This restaurant is also famous for its cakes, so I ordered one. We will cut the cake and blow out the candles when we go back." She had drank wine, her cheeks were a little red, and she laughed when she said this , "There are others in the restaurant, and I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed to blow out the candles."

It doesn't matter if they go home, it's just the two of them. Look how thoughtful she is.

From the top floor to the first floor, the elevator took a long time to go down. Shen Jia Nian tilted his head and put his weight on Fu Jichen's arm. Fu Jichen took out his hand, went around from behind her, and put his arm around her shoulders so that she could lean back more comfortably.

He had been a little absent-minded since he heard the words "my husband". He was still in a trance at the moment. He lowered his head slightly, rubbed the top of her hair with the side of his face, and said in a low and playful voice: "Drunk?"

"No." Shen Jia Nian replied.

She wouldn't be like this if she was drunk.

When the elevator reached the first floor, the two of them walked out cuddling each other. They didn't notice that in front of another elevator, Yin Shuyao was also cuddling in the man's arms.

The man was about the same age as Yin Chengde, and his belt was tied around his belly, which looked like he was five months pregnant. His eyes were narrowed and lingering on Yin Shuyao's body unscrupulously. Before he even entered the elevator, his hands couldn't help but poke into Yin Shuyao's clothes...

Yin Shuyao ducked sideways and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a pair of beautiful men not far away. She was stunned and forgot to dodge the outstretched hand.

That's... Fu Jichen and Shen Jia Nian.

The man was wearing an expensive suit, the woman was wearing an elegant long skirt and a coat, and she was carrying a box of beautifully packaged cakes. The two walked to the door, and the doorman respectfully stepped forward to open the door, held up a large black umbrella, escorted them to a luxury car under the steps, and then opened the door for them.

Until the car drove out, Yin Shuyao didn't look away. She felt a cold touch on her skin. She shuddered, came back to her senses, looked at the bald man next to her, suppressed the urge to feel nauseated, and pushed away with a straight face. his hand.

The middle-aged man looked like he was losing interest and said displeasedly: "Why are you being reserved? When you get to the top, you still have to kneel down and serve me..."

The man's affectionate words disappeared as the elevator door opened.

Yin Shuyao's face turned pale, not because she was scared, but because she was disgusted.

The two of them walked in. As soon as the elevator door closed, the man rushed over anxiously and moved his hands up and down her. Yin Shuyao looked at the face getting closer and closer to her, and the beautiful scene she had just witnessed appeared in her mind. Comparing the two, she felt She became more and more unbalanced, and the hatred in her heart surged like a huge wave, sweeping through her body.

Why?

How come Shen Jia Nian can be with a man like Fu Jichen, have a happy marriage, and have nothing to worry about, but she has to devote herself to a man as old as her father in order to save her family's deteriorating factory.

It's all Shen Jia Nian's fault. If she was willing to help the Yin family tide over the difficulties, how could she have fallen to this point.

She is the eldest lady of the Yin family, but now she has become a plaything at the mercy of others, with no future or hope.

How could she not hate Shen Jia Nian? It was obvious that helping her was just a matter of words. It was so easy, but she was ruthless and ignored it.

When we reached the designated floor, the elevator dinged and opened.

The middle-aged man pulled Yin Shuyao out of the elevator. She couldn't keep up and accidentally sprained her foot. A heartbreaking pain came from her ankle. The pain made her bite her lower lip tightly and shed tears.

The man didn't notice that she was injured at all. When he saw her crying and uttering flirtatious words, he took out a room card from his trouser pocket, swiped open the sensor area posted on the door, hugged her and rushed in.