Rose Manor

Shen Jia Nian went out and broke out in a cold sweat. Maybe he accidentally blew a cool breeze. That night, he had symptoms of a cold, including nasal congestion and sore throat.

Before pregnancy, her body was adjusted by doctors and it was much better than before. From then to now, she has never been sick. When she suddenly felt unwell, Fu Jichen was inevitably nervous.

He brought the medicine box and found cold medicine for her to take.

"Take the medicine while the symptoms are mild. If it's still not relieved when you wake up tomorrow morning, you have to ask a doctor to come to your home." Fu Jichen said while pouring a glass of warm water.

Shen Jianian's right hand was pulled up by him, and a few pills were placed in the palm. She glanced at it and poured all the pills into her mouth without saying a word.

Fu Jichen handed over the water glass in time. She took a big sip and swallowed the medicine in her mouth. There was a capsule stuck in her throat. She frowned, took a few sips of water, and forced it down, leaving an unpleasant medicinal smell on her tongue.

Fu Jichen always understood her so well. The moment she frowned, he opened the tin box of cookies on the bedside table, picked up a piece and handed it to her mouth.

She took a bite of the biscuit with his hand, and the sweetness diluted the bitterness of the medicine.

After eating two cookies, Shen Jia Nian felt much better. She went to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. When she came back, the child on the crib was gone. Her nerves tensed for a moment and she turned around in a circle: "Where's the little rice cake?"

"Don't be nervous. He has bad diarrhea. Let's ask the confinement sister-in-law to take care of him." Fu Jichen calmed her down.

Shen Jia Nian was aroused by the scene of the little rice cake falling into the water. Just as the psychiatrist said, she was a little stressed and the situation was quite serious. Rather than letting her remain in a state of panic and uneasiness, it was better to follow her wishes and Let her relax first and take your time step by step.

Desensitization also requires a process, and it is impossible to quit at the beginning.

So, the little rice cake's bed was moved from the baby room to the bedroom and placed next to their big bed. Although the child did not sleep with them, Shen Jianian could see it as soon as she turned her head, so that she would not always look for the child.

After a while, the confinement sister-in-law came back with a small rice cake and changed into a new diaper.

"Sir, Madam, I'm going out first. If you need anything, call me." The confinement sister-in-law put the child on the small bed, covered him with a quilt, and turned around to leave.

Shen Jia Nian didn't have a good rest last night, and he took cold medicine, which made him depressed and his eyelids blinked slower and slower. She lay on her side on the bed and looked at the sleeping little rice cake through the gap in the crib rail. Just like last night, she was reluctant to fall asleep.

Fu Jichen hugged her from behind, making her feel at ease. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier. Before they closed completely, she was still comforting herself in her heart. With Fu Jichen here, the child would be fine...

Even so, Shen Jianian couldn't sleep well. She had a nightmare. In the dream, she saw Yin Shuyao's ferocious face, opening and closing her mouth and speaking vicious words. She was standing on the edge of the cliff with a small rice cake in her arms. He raised his hand and threw the child down in front of her. There was rolling water at the bottom of the cliff. In the blink of an eye, the child was swallowed up.

"No! Don't..."

Shen Jia Nian woke up from her dream. Before she was conscious, her tears had wet the pillow.

Fu Jichen woke up when she called out for the first time. He sat up and hugged her slender body, stroking her arm with his warm palms. He didn't know what she had dreamed, but it was definitely not good: "Don't be afraid. Little Nian Gao is fine. Look, he is by your side, and I am by your side. We are in our own home, and nothing bad will happen."

There was a small night light on in the bedroom. Although the warm yellow light was faint, it was very warm.

Shen Jianian blinked, her eyelashes wet with tears, and Fu Jichen wiped them away carefully with her fingertips. Her vision became clear, and she saw Fu Jichen's worried face. She turned her head and saw the little rice cake sleeping peacefully.

"Would you like some water?" Fu Jichen asked.

Shen Jianian's throat was dry and hoarse, and she pursed her lips and said "hmm".

Fu Jichen rubbed her hair, got out of bed and poured her water.

Shen Jianian knelt down beside the bed, holding the fence with both hands to look at the small rice cakes. She touched his face with her fingers. It was warm, smooth and tender, like a hard-boiled egg. Only then did she believe that everything in the dream was fake. , her little rice cake is here.

Fu Jichen brought a cup of hot water, and when he raised his eyes, he saw her looking at the child in a trance.

"Here, drink some water." Fu Jichen handed over the cup.

Shen Jianian took a sip of hot water from the cup and looked at Fu Jichen, her eyes sliding from his chin to his lips, then to his nose and eyes. There were red bloodshot eyes in his eyes, evidence that he had not slept well.

"Did I disturb you?" Shen Jianian tapped her teeth on the rim of the cup, her voice a little muffled.

"how come?"

Shen Jia Nian felt guilty. She couldn't sleep well at night, which made him unable to rest well. In addition to taking care of mother and son, he also had to manage a huge group.

"How about..." Shen Jianian swallowed a mouthful of warm water and tentatively suggested, "Let's sleep separately."

The conversation got off to a good start, and things went much smoother later on. She continued, "I'm sleeping next door with a little rice cake, so I won't disturb you easily..."

She noticed that something was wrong with Fu Jichen's eyes, so she couldn't say the rest of her words and sighed.

After a few seconds of relative silence, Fu Jichen asked, "You want to sleep separately from me?"

Shen Jianian: "I don't want you to be too tired." "Shen Jianian, the most important thing for a family is to accompany each other and share the joys and sorrows. If you are like this, can I leave you two to sleep?"

"I know you love me and my children very much. Likewise, I love you too. I don't want you to work so hard. I hope you can have a good rest."

"I didn't feel hard."

"Don't lie to me. Everyone feels tired and hard. Even you won't avoid it." Shen Jianian said firmly, "You just don't want to tell the truth."

The communication between the two ended with Fu Jichen sighing: "Go to bed, it's very late." No matter what she said, he would not agree to sleep separately from her.

Shen Jia Nian put the cup on the bedside table, lay down on the quilt, sighed, hugged Fu Jichen's waist, and said in a low voice: "It's really your disaster to meet me."

Fu Jichen laughed angrily: "I have never seen anyone say that they are a disaster."

Shen Jianian: "But I think what I brought to you..."

"Shen Jianian, shut up and go to sleep."

Fu Jichen doesn't want to listen to her now, it will only make him angry.

After a while, Shen Jianian was almost asleep when Fu Jichen's voice sounded in his ears: "I think it is my blessing to meet you, remember?"

Listening to the deep magnetic voice, Shen Jia Nian couldn't tell for a moment whether it was Fu Jichen who said it or whether he was dreaming about it.

Not hearing her response, Fu Jichen didn't mind. Just like before, he hugged her body tightly and protected her in his arms, giving her a sense of security.

*

After all, Shen Jianian's cold was serious. When he woke up the next day, his head was dizzy, his throat was about to smoke, and he had a fever. He could hardly get out of bed.

Fu Jichen called the doctor to come to her home to treat her. It was confirmed that she was infected with wind and cold and needed infusion. Fu Jichen told the doctor in advance about the medicine Shen Jianian was allergic to, but the doctor avoided it when prescribing the medicine.

The assistant was responsible for injecting Shen Jia Nian and stayed in the villa temporarily while the doctor left beforehand.

Shen Jia Nian was afraid that she would infect Little Nian Gao with the virus, so she had to ask her confinement nurse to take her child out of the bedroom.

During the infusion, Fu Jichen received several phone calls. Shen Jia Nian vaguely heard business matters being discussed on the other side of the phone. When he hung up the phone, she said, "Aunt Cheng is here to keep an eye on me. If you have anything to do, just go ahead and do it. Don't worry about me." .”

Fu Jichen put his palm against her forehead, feeling a little hot: "I'm going to the study for a meeting. Call me if you need anything."

Shen Jianian: "Yeah."

Fu Jichen told Aunt Cheng and left the bedroom.

As the door closed, the room fell into silence. The assistant raised his hand to adjust the drip speed and said, "Mr. Fu is so kind to you."

Shen Jia Nian curled his lips and showed a slight smile.

Fu Jichen was indeed very kind to her. There would never be another person in the world who was as kind to her as him.

What she said last night, "meeting me is really a disaster for you" was not just a casual comment. She really thought so. She always seemed to bring him all kinds of troubles.

Shen Jia Nian closed her eyes, sadness and melancholy wrapped her around her. She didn't know when her illness would be cured, nor when her mental illness would be cured.

She seemed to be trapped in a long tunnel. She could see the light at the entrance in front of her, but she didn't have the strength to walk over. She felt like she might fall down in a section of the tunnel at any time.

She originally planned to wait for the little rice cake to grow bigger, then she would pick up the band's job and return to the stage. But now, she no longer has that confidence.

Thinking wildly, Shen Jianian fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, the needle on the back of his hand had been pulled out. Fu Jichen had finished the meeting and was sitting by the bed guarding her.

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Fu Jichen looked at her, "I'll ask the chef to make it for you."

Shen Jia Nian had no appetite, but she didn't want to worry him, so she said, "Let's make porridge, just stir-fry two light vegetables."

“Are you going to steam some steamed dumplings with vegetarian fillings?”

"also."

Fu Jichen stroked her slightly weak cheek with his fingertips, and the topic changed from food to other things without any transition: "Jianian, everything will be fine, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Shen Jia Nian's nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes were sore. She looked at him steadily for a while: "Yeah." (End of Chapter)