Rose Manor

The lights were brightly lit in the luxurious suite. As soon as Shen Jia Nian was put down, he saw a large white bed not far away covered with delicate rose petals. At the end of the bed, swans made of white towels hug each other, their wings spread out in a fan shape, and their necks form a heart.

Shen Jia Nian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He turned around and saw Fu Jichen, who had locked the door to the suite, turned back.

The moment their eyes met, there seemed to be sparks of ambiguity blooming in the air, and what he had just said in the corridor echoed in my ears: Are you so tired? Then...what about tonight's bridal night?

Shen Jia Nian's face turned hot and he looked away first.

Fu Jichen unbuttoned his shirt cufflinks casually: "You wash it first or should I wash it first?"

Before Shen Jianian could answer, Fu Jichen looked into her eyes more deeply, and whispered as he approached, "Maybe we can wash together." He explained in a subtle way, "Save time."

Practice has proven that washing with two people does not save time.

Pressing his hand on the mist-filled tile wall, leaving clear traces of his five fingers, Shen Jianian turned his head back and kissed the person who brought him joy and torture.

The kiss was too long, and it felt like suffocation under the steaming heat.

This kind of suffocation is not uncomfortable, but the ultimate happiness.

When his body came into contact with the soft mattress, Shen Jia Nian was already drowsy and didn't know what time it was.

The rose petals on the bed were shaken to the ground, and the rich fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose. There was a faint sound of water dripping in her ears. She thought she was still in the bathroom. She rubbed her hand to the side twice, and there was a fluffy quilt. Show her on the bed.

"What's the sound?" Shen Jia Nian asked the man next to him without opening his eyes and moving his lips.

The room was too quiet. Even though her voice was as light as a mosquito, Fu Jichen still heard her clearly. He leaned over her ear and said, "What do you mean?"

"The sound of water." Shen Jianian really didn't have much energy and spoke concisely.

Fu Jichen understood immediately and said to her: "It's raining outside, what you hear is the sound of rain."

Shen Jia Nian didn't know what he thought of, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Seeing her closing her eyes and smiling, Fu Jichen felt curious: "It's raining, is it worth being happy?"

"No." Shen Jianian was extremely sleepy, her brain was scattered, and her thoughts could not be gathered together. She answered Fu Jichen's question based on instinct, "I think we are so lucky. What if the wedding is held one day later and it rains? "

If there was a sudden heavy rain at an open-air lawn wedding, it would be unimaginable. It would be extremely embarrassing and would not be as beautiful as it is today.

There is a lyric that says, love is a superstition that the right time and place remain unchanged. She now believes this sentence, not only love, but also the right time and place for weddings.

Fu Jichen disagreed: "Even if it rains, I will make our wedding go perfectly." Obviously, in his case, man-made things trump destiny.

Shen Jia Nian became a little interested, tried to pull out some consciousness from his sleepiness, and asked him: "Tell me, it's raining, what are you going to do? Can you make the rain stop?"

Fu Jichen thought for less than five seconds and said, "I will build a glass room to frame the entire wedding venue. I can feel the atmosphere of a lawn wedding without getting caught in the rain, and I can enjoy the rain scene."

Shen Jianian imagined that everyone would be trapped in a huge glass cover, surrounded by flowers, and crystal clear raindrops falling on the transparent glass top, which seemed to have a special meaning.

She was impressed and completely speechless.

After waiting for a while, Fu Jichen heard no sound and lowered his head again. The people around him were breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep. He tried to call softly: "Shen Jianian?"

"……Um?"

The gentle response made Fu Jichen couldn't help laughing. It turned out that she was not asleep.

Fu Jichen lowered his head, kissed her lips, and asked, "Would you like some water?" She had complained that she was thirsty in the bathroom and wished she could drink the water from the shower.

Shen Jianian gave a vague "hmm", which was softer than the one just now. Fu Jichen was not sure whether she wanted to drink water or whether she was subconsciously responding to what he said, but in fact she didn't hear what he said at all.

Fu Jichen smiled, lifted the quilt and got out of bed and poured a glass of water. He held up the back of her neck with one hand and pointed the mouth of the cup at her lips. He never forgot to remind: "Slow down, be careful not to choke."

Shen Jia Nian didn't open his eyes the whole time, drank less than half a glass of water, tilted his head, completely lost consciousness, and was dragged into sleep by Duke Zhou.

*

It rained all night and didn't stop until dawn.

When Shen Jia Nian woke up, it was almost half past ten. Under Fu Jichen's care, she finished washing slowly, and on a whim, she didn't want to dine in the hotel, so she discussed with Fu Jichen to go out for food.

Fu Jichen readily agreed to her proposal.

Shen Jianian found a goose-yellow skirt in her suitcase and put on it, then looked in the mirror and put on light makeup. Due to the change in weather, the temperature was a few degrees lower than yesterday. When she went out, Fu Jichen helped her get a thin windbreaker.

The hotel sent a car to take them to a street full of restaurants. Fu Jichen got out of the car first, held up a black umbrella, and stretched out a hand toward the car.

First, a slender calf stuck out from the car. Her white flat short boots stepped on the wet road. Then she put a small hand on the big hand and bowed out. The hem of the light beige thin windbreaker revealed a goose-yellow skirt. The gray rain and fog added a touch of warm color.

Shen Jia Nian held Fu Jichen's arm and huddled under the umbrella. As he walked, he looked towards both sides of the street, looking for a restaurant that would please his eyes.

Because she didn't do any homework in advance and didn't know which restaurant was delicious, Shen Jianian finally chose a restaurant whose decoration style suited her aesthetics. The two of them climbed up the stairs. Fu Jichen put away his umbrella, opened the door for her, and put the umbrella into the bucket at the door. There was a smell of food wafting in the room, and Shen Jia Nian felt that he had made the right choice based on his intuition.

However, when the first bite of food entered her mouth, her expression immediately changed. Taking advantage of the fact that no one around her could understand her, she simply and directly commented: "It doesn't taste good."

Fu Jichen tasted it and found that the taste was mediocre and not worthy of the decoration style of the store, so he suggested, "How about we change to another store?"

"Forget it, let's just have a meal."

Shen Jia Nian pierced the omelette with a fork and took a bite. The omelette tasted pretty good.

While chewing, Shen Jianian looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. There was a bakery open across the road. As she ate the tasteless food, she thought to herself that she would have bought a sandwich.

Seeing Shen Jianian staring at the bakery opposite without blinking, Fu Jichen said "wait", put down his knife and fork, quickly picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, stood up and went out.

He held up an umbrella and walked into the rain, waiting for the red light on the side of the road.

Shen Jianian was shocked. She didn't even have time to stop him. He had already walked away, and the black figure stood there, like a scene taken from a movie.

The first reaction was to pick up the phone and take a photo of the man outside the French window.

The phone rang at this moment, and the notification bar at the top of the screen showed an incoming WeChat message.

Shen Jianian clicked in and saw that it was sent by Zhao Shunyi. There were dozens of photos, all taken at the wedding.

Zhao Shunyi: "I was too tired last night. I went to bed directly after returning to the room and forgot to send you the photo."

Shen Jianian sent a heartfelt emoticon to express his gratitude.

Zhao Shunyi gave her a kiss in return.

Shen Jianian tapped the screen with her finger, zoomed in on the photos, and flipped through them one by one. Some were taken when she had just changed into her wedding dress, some were taken when she held Pei Che's arm and walked onto the red carpet, and some were taken of her standing under a love-shaped flower arch. Looking into each other's eyes, Fu Jichen lifted half of his veil and kissed her. At the brightly lit banquet, she and Fu Jichen hugged each other and danced. They were even caught secretly kissing while sitting on a white wooden chair.

Some of the photos were of Shen Jia Nian's regret that he couldn't find the fireworks taken with his mobile phone. Those beautiful fireworks were framed in the photos. They were no worse than when they stayed in the sky, but they were still as gorgeous.

After Shen Jia Nian flipped through all the dozens of photos, she suddenly realized that Fu Jichen had been away for a long time. She raised her gaze and looked out through the side glass window. He was no longer on the roadside.

Have you entered the store?

Shen Jianian put down her phone and stared at the bakery opposite. She felt that Fu Jichen must have noticed that she wanted to eat bread, so he went to buy it for her in the rain.

Time passed little by little, and four women and a man came out of the bakery, but Fu Jichen was never there.

At this time, the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open, and someone put the umbrella away and put it in a bucket. A tall man came in, wearing a black suit, with a white shirt pressed flat, the buttons at the collar unbuttoned, no tie, and his hair unstyled, hanging down casually, which was handsome enough.

He was holding a paper bag from the bakery in one hand, and the sweet smell of baked goods overflowed. The other hand seemed to be holding something, which was hidden behind his back.

The waiter in the restaurant saw that the noble man didn't look away and walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, where a quiet and graceful woman was sitting.

The woman didn't seem to notice his approach, and her eyes were still on the window, as if she was waiting for someone.

It wasn't until the paper bag was placed on the dining table that it made a slight clattering sound, which woke up Shen Jianian who was looking intently outside. She withdrew her gaze, turned her eyes, and met the man's smiling eyes.

"When did you come here?" Shen Jianian was surprised and pointed out the floor-to-ceiling window, "I kept looking at the store opposite and didn't notice you coming out."

"Maybe you didn't pay attention."

Fu Jichen sat down, then took out the things hidden behind him and handed them to her.

It was a bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in old brown newspapers, similar in color to the dress she was wearing, both warm colors.

There were some raindrops on Fu Jichen's sleeves, and he brushed them off casually. His voice was as moist as the heavy rain, and he said in a low voice: "The sun didn't rise today, and Mrs. Fu didn't get a delicious breakfast, so I bought a bunch of raindrops." Sunflower makes her happy. Please help me ask her, is she in a better mood now? "

Shen Jianian glanced at the blooming sunflowers, and then his eyes stayed on the face of the man sitting opposite him for a long time.

It turned out that he had been gone for so long to buy flowers for her.

On the way here, she didn't see a flower shop near the restaurant. It was conceivable that he went to a place far away to buy it.

There was a sudden warmth in Shen Jianian's eyes, reflecting the bright light under the lamp, but the corners of her mouth were raised, and she smiled so gently and sweetly: "Mrs. Fu said that she likes the flowers you sent her very much, and she is in a good mood now. , couldn’t be better.”

She was sure that in the years to come, with him by her side, no matter it was rainy or sunny, her mood would be as bright and brilliant as this bouquet of sunflowers.

Fu Jichen is also convinced that no matter how many years have passed, even if their hair is gray and their teeth have fallen out, in his eyes, she is still a little girl who needs his care and love.

His little girl. (End of chapter)