Rose Manor

Yin Shuyao's words reached her ears again, echoing in her mind over and over again, stimulating every nerve, causing her to not know what kind of emotion she should use to face Fu Jichen's face.

Fu Jichen had a keen insight. Within a moment, he noticed something strange about Shen Jia Nian. He stopped and asked her softly, "Are you too tired?"

"Fortunately, I'm not very tired."

Shen Jianian held the hem of her skirt in one hand and walked very slowly. It was okay to walk on flat ground wearing high heels, but it was a little hindered on the grass.

Fu Jichen thought she was trying to be tough with her words, so he tightened his hands around her waist, pulled her into his arms, supported her, and then led her slowly through the crowd.

The toasting session was cancelled, but Shen Jianian still brought a glass of low-alcohol champagne, followed Fu Jichen, and thanked several elders in the Fu family.

There was also a middle-aged man, whom Shen Jianian did not recognize. He had a gentle and elegant appearance and the same temperament. He was holding a glass of red wine and chatting and laughing with the man next to him. He was wearing a well-tailored smoky gray suit and a dark blue pocket square. Everything he does is the elegance and nobility of a wealthy family.

Fu Jichen took her over and said hello to the man.

The man said something to the man next to him, and the man next to him nodded and smiled, holding the glass and walking away.

Shen Jia Nian didn't know how to address the middle-aged man in front of her. She raised her eyes slightly and motioned to Fu Jichen to introduce him to her.

Fu Jichen's voice was slightly lower and he said three words in her ear: "Call uncle."

Xiao Hesheng's eyes turned away from Fu Jichen and landed on Shen Jia Nian. Even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were smiling.

Even though Shen Jia Nian was confused, he did not hesitate. According to Fu Jichen's words, he called the middle-aged man: "Uncle."

"Yes." Xiao Hesheng agreed and put the wine glass on the rectangular dining table next to him. He reached into his trousers pocket and took out a square brocade box, which he handed to Shen Jianian. He said this to Fu Jichen. , "A meeting gift prepared for your mother to give to her daughter-in-law. She will be happy if she knows you are married."

Shen Jia Nian didn't know whether he should accept it or not, so he looked up at Fu Jichen again.

Fu Jichen raised the corners of his lips: "My uncle gave it to me, take it."

Shen Jianian thanked him politely and accepted the gift.

Fu Jichen and Xiao Hesheng chatted for a few words, all of which were commonplace. Shen Jia Nian just listened and did not interrupt. The doubts in his heart were solved with their conversation.

The middle-aged man in front of him is probably not Wei Ronghua's brother, but the brother of Fu Jichen's biological mother, Xiao Heting, and Fu Jichen's biological uncle.

Xiao Hesheng didn't disturb the couple too much, picked up the original glass of wine from the dining table and left.

Shen Jia Nian was still in a daze when Fu Jichen handed a piece of strawberry cake the size of a table tennis ball to her lips. She came to her senses and took a bite from his hand. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, chewed slowly and swallowed.

"Didn't you take the opportunity to eat something to fill your stomach while changing clothes and applying make-up?" Fu Jichen asked.

"Hmm." Shen Jianian was choked and mumbled, "I'm a little pressed for time and didn't have time to eat."

Fu Jichen frowned and fed her the remaining cake.

"I'll do it myself." Shen Jianian was about to take the cake, but found that she was still holding the wedding gift from her uncle. She didn't bring a handbag and had no place to put it. She glanced around and finally put it into Fu Jichen's trousers pocket, and then Take the cake and eat it in small bites.

Fu Jichen replaced the champagne with juice and handed it to her.

Shen Jia Nian ate two pieces of small cake and drank some juice, and his stomach felt much better.

As night fell, the string lights around the castle shone even brighter, and the symphony band played a new song, which was cheerful and sweet. The young men and women at the scene suddenly started to cheer and let today's bride and groom dance.

Shen Jia Nian was not shy under the heckles of the guests. She had learned social etiquette since she was a child. Although she did not have much talent in dancing, she was more than enough to cope with such occasions. What she is more worried about is Fu Jichen. Can he do it?

Forgive her limited imagination, she couldn't imagine what it would be like for Mr. Fu, who was always cold and serious in front of others, to dance.

Not only she, but also the guests present could not imagine it. They all agreed that no matter how loud they were, it would be useless. He, Fu Jichen, was not the person who could drive ducks to the top.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Fu Jichen let go of the hand that had been holding Shen Jianian's waist, walked around in front of her, like an elegant British gentleman, stretched out one hand towards her, and put the other hand behind his back, bending slightly and doing She made an inviting gesture, with a smile on her face and eyes, and was extremely tender.

Everyone opened their eyes in surprise.

Shen Jia Nian was also surprised and completely forgot to react and stood there blankly.

Fu Jichen did not feel embarrassed, but asked patiently: "This beautiful lady, my wife, can I invite you to dance?"

Oh my gosh! The guests took a deep breath. They could still hear Fu Da speak in such a tone in their lifetime. Their trip was not in vain! Shen Jia Nian was not shy at first. Under Fu Jichen's affectionate gaze, after he said those words, her face suddenly turned red. It feels hot from the cheeks to the base of the ears.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and landed on his palm. He closed his five fingers, pinched her fingertips with a cherished meaning, and gently pulled her, and the distance between them instantly closed.

The onlookers retreated voluntarily, leaving a circular space in the middle. Fu Jichen held Shen Jianian's hand with one hand, put his other hand on her back, and led her in a slow-paced waltz.

Shen Jianian was surprised to find that his dance steps were correct, his posture was standard, his reflexes, tilts, and flows, and every rhythm was perfect.

"Have you learned it?" Shen Jiannian moved his lips and asked him in a low voice.

She thought that the proud Mr. Fu didn't bother to learn these things, so he should be doing primary school economics. As for social aspects, he should learn to play golf and the like, and dance would not be touched.

Fu Jichen smiled half-heartedly: "I haven't studied it seriously."

"Then how could you?"

"I'm just cramming," Fu Jichen said. "I guessed that there might be dancing at the wedding banquet, and I couldn't bear the attention of the guests alone, so I watched the instructional video several times beforehand."

As Shen Jianian guessed, he didn't learn this since he was a child. Even if his elders arranged relevant courses for him, he was not willing to take them.

Shen Jianian admired him from the bottom of his heart. He could dance like this after watching the instructional video several times. She didn't know whether to praise him for his extraordinary memory or his talent for dancing.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Fu Jichen asked in a low voice, "I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

Shen Jianian smiled lightly: "That's great. No matter how good you are, you should be jealous."

As a dance came to an end, guests joined in one after another. The scene was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the mellow aroma of wine, and the beauty of music. The drunken people danced with their partners.

The music of the symphony is fast paced sometimes and slow tempo sometimes, which brings the happy and beautiful atmosphere to the extreme.

Shen Jia Nian only drank a glass of champagne, and he shouldn't be drunk. At the end of the dance, his steps were messy and he stepped on Fu Jichen's foot. She stopped jumping and slowed down until she stopped. She leaned on Fu Jichen's chest and heard his steady and powerful heartbeat, which was still so clear in such a noisy environment.

Fu Jichen also stopped, put his arms around her, and gently rubbed the side of her face with his chin.

Is it his imagination? She didn't seem happy.

Fu Jichen was a little uneasy, and the rhythm of his heartbeat was messed up. Shen Jianian, who had her ear against his chest, quickly noticed it, raised her head slightly, and asked, "Why is your heartbeat so fast?"

There were people dancing all around, and it didn't look out of place for the two of them to hug each other. Fu Jichen automatically blocked the people swaying around him and only had eyes for her.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke slowly: "I planned the wedding and tonight's party. I didn't ask you what you wanted in advance. I didn't know if you would like it. Now it seems that you don't like it very much. Such an overly lively occasion.”

It was him who wanted to give her a grand wedding and an unforgettable banquet, but he didn't ask her if she could accept it.

The symphony orchestra changed another song, which just covered up Fu Jichen's voice. Shen Jia Nian didn't hear a few words clearly, but she could guess what he said based on the context.

"Why do you think I don't like it?"

Shen Jia Nian didn't like it. Everything he arranged was so dreamy, it was exactly the kind of wedding she had imagined when she was a child. It's just that after experiencing some things, she gradually didn't have too many extravagant desires as she grew up. It didn't mean that she didn't like this kind of wedding.

"Don't lie to me." Fu Jichen touched her face, as if to say that her expression revealed her true thoughts. He could still tell clearly whether she was happy or unhappy.

"What about you?" Shen Jianian seemed to have found a breakthrough, "Have you ever lied to me?"

Fu Jichen was suddenly stunned and lowered his eyes to look at her, trying to tell whether she was joking or serious.

Her eyes were calm, without a smile, as if she was serious.

What Fu Jichen subconsciously thought of was that she lost a child in the car accident. He kept this matter hidden from her and never mentioned it.

And there is...

Shen Jianian left his warm embrace, stood up straight, stared at him, and spoke the words hidden in her heart without thinking.

"Is the Pei family really responsible for the Shen family's downfall?"