Rose Manor

When Xiao Nian Gao was five years old, Shen Jia Nian often had to fly abroad to give concerts. The most difficult time was when his mobile phone could not be turned on on the plane.

After the plane landed and the luggage had not been received, the first thing Shen Jianian did was to take out his mobile phone from his bag, turn it on, and make a video call home.

It was Saturday today. Fu Jichen had nothing to do and was at home with his children. Shen Jia Nian called him.

The ringing rang for a long time but was not answered. Shen Jia Nian frowned and looked solemn. It was probably morning in China at this time. Fu Jichen was resting at home and would not have time to answer the phone.

"Sister Jianian, the luggage has arrived, let's go." The assistant took two suitcases off the conveyor belt and stood at his feet.

"Oh, okay." Shen Jia Nian responded absently, carrying a bag on one shoulder and following the assistant, staring at the screen of his phone as he walked.

This time it was Shen Jia Nian's solo recital. No members of the orchestra came. Shen Jia Nian only brought his assistant. His manager had something to do and would arrive before the concert started.

The car that had been contacted in advance was parked at the exit. The assistant checked it and called the driver. The driver got out of the car and helped move the suitcase into the trunk and opened the rear door.

Shen Jianian frowned and dialed again.

The assistant saw that her expression was wrong and asked softly: "Are you calling home?"

Shen Jia Nian said nothing, pursed his lips and nodded.

The little assistant also took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her family to report that she was safe. My mother quickly replied and then put away the mobile phone.

Seeing that Shen Jianian still hadn't made the call and was acting a little anxious, the assistant comforted her: "Maybe I didn't bring my phone with me."

Her words reminded Shen Jianian. She pressed the screen, interrupted the unanswered call, and prepared to call Cheng Jin.

Before she could find Cheng Jin's number from her address book, the screen suddenly changed and a video call came in. When she saw the caller ID on it, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you just do?" As soon as the call was connected, Shen Jianian asked this question with her lips pursed. She didn't even realize it, and there was a bit of grievance in her tone.

The picture on the screen was at home, in their bedroom. Fu Jichen seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was slightly damp, and he was wearing a white shirt. He didn't have time to fasten all the buttons, and several buttons were scattered on his chest, revealing smooth lines. Thin muscles.

"I was just taking a shower. I put my phone outside. The water was too loud and I didn't hear it." Fu Jichen's voice was warm and gentle, as if it was wrapped in a steady spring rain.

The little grievance in Shen Jia Nian's heart was extinguished in an instant, leaving only confusion: "It's ten o'clock in the morning in China, why take a shower at this time?"

Fu Jichen smiled and said nothing for a long time.

Shen Jianian: "Huh?"

Fu Jichen said helplessly: "If you ask your son, it's up to him."

His tone was childish, like a child complaining to an adult. Since having a child, during the process of raising the child, the couple has not only not been ravaged by time, but has become younger mentally, and they have been subtly infected by the little rice cake.

"Where is my son?" Shen Jianian asked.

Fu Jichen said "wait" and walked out of the bedroom with his cell phone. As he moved, the picture on the screen shook, and Shen Jianian waited patiently.

Walking into my son's room is like walking into a cool amusement park, with a suspended rotating globe and a colorful fish tank. They are not decorations, but there are fish raised by Fu Sinian's children. There are various models of cars, airplanes, and tanks on the desk, with parts to be assembled scattered everywhere. The carpet is the same as the football field...

There was no one in the room, so Fu Jichen knocked on the bathroom door: "Fu Sinian, mother wants to see you."

After a while, the bathroom door opened from the inside, and a handsome little boy walked out, with his upper body bare and a sweatshirt in his hand, which he hurriedly put on his head.

His head emerged from the collar, his hair was still wet, and his eyes were as dark as Shen Jianian's.

Fu Jichen gave the phone to his son: "Tell your mother yourself."

"Mom!" Fu Sinian's voice was crisp and clear, waving to Shen Jianian in the video.

Shen Jianian raised a smile: "Why do you and dad take a shower at this time?"

Fu Sinian rolled his eyes and touched his nose with his fingers, looking guilty. When Shen Jianian saw this, the smile on his face became brighter: "What bad thing did you do?"

The hand that touched Fu Sinian's nose went around the back of his head, rubbed the back of his neck, and said honestly: "I want to plant a cherry tree. My father took me to the market to choose it this morning. I just dug a hole in the yard and planned to plant the tree in it... …”

He raised his eyelids, glanced at his father who was visiting his room, and continued: "Then, I accidentally fell into the pit."

Shen Jianian: "..." Fu Sinian: "Dad pulled me up, and we planted and watered the tree together. I accidentally fell again and was covered in mud. When I got up, I stepped on a water pipe. The water that came out wet dad’s clothes.”

Although Shen Jianian did not witness it with her own eyes, Fu Sinian described it vividly, and she could imagine the father and son planting trees in her mind.

"Did you get hurt from the fall?" Shen Jianian asked him.

Fu Sinian shook his head, and the water droplets splashed out from his wet hair: "No."

Shen Jianian: "Give dad the phone and go dry your hair quickly. Don't catch a cold."

"Oh, mom, when will you come back?"

"In four days," Shen Jianian said, "Send any gifts you want for Si Nian to your mother's phone, and she will buy them for you."

"Okay, thank you mom."

With bright eyes, Fu Sinian ran to his father and returned the phone to him.

Fu Jichen's face reappeared in the screen. His shirt had been buttoned up to the top button, and he no longer looked sexy and seductive. He looked straight, as if he could enter the conference room at any time.

Shen Jia Nian was stunned for a moment and then said, "If nothing happens, will I die?"

Fu Jichen heard the conversation between mother and son just now. Fu Jichen walked out of his son's room and said quietly: "You only care about whether your son will catch a cold and don't care about me?"

Shen Jia Nian turned on the amplifier on his mobile phone. The driver was a foreigner and could not understand Chinese, but the assistant could. Shen Jia Nian caught a glimpse of the assistant snickering from the corner of his eye. She felt a little embarrassed and leaned toward the window.

It was night here, and the neon lights along the road reflected on the windows, passing over her face, flickering brightly and dimly.

"My son is only five years old..." Shen Jianian lowered his voice and whispered softly, "You are an adult, don't you know how to take care of yourself?

Fu Jichen: "Whether it happens or not is one thing, whether you care or not is another."

He could always argue with strong arguments, but Shen Jianian had nothing to refute. He paused and followed his message: "Mr. Fu, you should go and dry your hair quickly to avoid catching a cold."

Fu Jichen whispered: "It's too late."

When the assistant sitting next to Shen Jianian heard this, he couldn't hold back his laughter and smiled facing the car window.

They chatted for a long time without any nutrition. It wasn't until the assistant reminded him that they were at the hotel that Shen Jianian realized that he had made a video call with Fu Jichen.

"I'm at the hotel." Shen Jianian said to Fu Jichen and was about to hang up.

Fu Jichen: "Go back, take a shower, and rest early."

Shen Jianian said "hmm" and the video call ended. She put her phone in her bag and got out of the car to pick up her suitcase with her assistant.

"Sister Jia Nian, I'll just come." The assistant pushed a suitcase with one hand and prevented Shen Jia Nian from touching it.

Shen Jia Nian couldn't help but took a suitcase from her hand, pushed it forward, and checked in at the hotel lobby. A staff member helped push the suitcases into the elevator and took them to their floor.

The assistant's room was next door, so she first went to Shen Jianian's room to help her put things away. While she was sorting them, she said, "I never expected that Mr. Fu would be like this in private."

Shen Jianian took off the hair tie on his wrist and pulled up his long hair, and asked curiously: "What kind?"

"Just..." The assistant didn't know how to describe it, and paused for a few seconds, "It's quite clingy."

According to the news on the Internet, they have been married for six or seven years, and have been dating for several years. They say that relationships have a shelf life. It is rare that Mr. Fu is still so clingy.

Moreover, she could see that Sister Jia Nian also cared about Mr. Fu. When she video chatted with him, the love in her eyes almost flowed out.

*
The return trip was four days later. Shen Jianian's recital was a great success. It received overwhelming reports from the Internet and spread back to China. It dominated the trending list for two days.

Even fans say that my sister either stays behind closed doors or becomes a big bomb when she takes action.

Shen Jianian did not pay attention to the news about herself on the Internet. Her agent told her and suggested that she use the VIP channel when leaving the airport to avoid being blocked. Shen Jianian thought it was a bit exaggerated: "I'm not a celebrity, so there shouldn't be so many people coming to pick me up at the airport."

The agent gave her a look, and she knew nothing about her current fame.