Rose Manor

Chapter 52: Dismal ending (10 updates)
Yin Shuyao didn't know this woman, but she looked familiar and couldn't remember her for a moment.She asked the person outside the door through the call function of the video doorbell: "Who are you looking for?"

The woman brushed the curly hair that hung down to her chest and raised her long eyelashes carelessly: "Master Qin gave me the address and asked me to come and accompany him tonight. You are her servant, please open the door for me."

People inside can see people outside on the screen, but people outside can only hear the voices of the people inside.The woman only regarded Yin Shuyao as a servant who looked after the door.

Yin Shuyao's blood surged, and her face suddenly turned cold: "What are you talking about?"

On the wedding night, no matter how unreliable Qin Fan was, he could not ask a woman to come to accompany him. Where would he leave his newlywed wife?
"Open the door quickly, I'll freeze to death..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Yin Shuyao hung up the line and turned around angrily to go upstairs. However, she bumped into Qin Fan stumbling downstairs at the entrance of the stairs.

Yin Shuyao's eyebrows twitched, and there was displeasure in her tone: "Why did you come down?"

"someone is coming?"

Qin Fan was leaning on the handrail of the spiral staircase, with a few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned and the collar wide open, exposing the skin on his chest. He tilted his head slightly, his peach blossom eyes reflected a smile, intoxicated, frivolous and dissolute.

Yin Shuyao stood at the bottom of a few steps and looked up at him, biting her pink lower lip until it turned white: "You went to the wrong door."

"Really?" Qin Fan raised his eyebrows, tugged on his collar, walked around her and walked down the stairs.

Yin Shuyao clasped the handrail of the stairs tightly with one hand, turned around and shouted at his back: "Where are you going!"

"On my wedding night, where else can I go, of course it's at home."

Qin Fan said calmly with his back to her, opened the door, and not long after, a tall and graceful woman walked in with his arms around him, a slight smile on his lips.

The woman's waist was slender, and she snuggled into Qin Fan's arms like a water snake. She raised her lips and said coquettishly: "What's going on, Mr. Qin? Your servant is so ignorant that I waited for so long and my body was frozen. "

"I feel where the stiffness is." Qin Fan said, touching her face with his hand, and said with a smile, "It's softer than a peeled egg. It's not stiff."

"Disgusting." The woman blushed and rubbed her body against him intentionally or unintentionally, stoking the flames.

The two were flirting as if no one was around. Yin Shuyao, who was standing on the stairs a few meters away, stared wide-eyed.

She remembered who this woman was. She was a member of a certain domestic girl group. She had seen her a few times while browsing Weibo.

The woman's sweet laughter came again: "No, someone is watching, please go back to your room, okay?"

Yin Shuyao's eyes were frighteningly red. She took a few steps down the steps. She didn't care if her slippers fell off. She rushed in front of the two of them barefoot, pointed at the woman and shouted hysterically: "Qin Fan, what is your relationship with her?!"

The woman hooked Qin Fan's neck and sneered: "Do you still have to ask?" After a pause, she turned to Qin Fan and said, "Young Master Qin, your servants are too lenient."

Qin Fan glanced at Yin Shuyao, his smile disappeared for a second, and he said with a cold face: "I said, the wedding is as you wish. Why is it not your turn to take care of it after the marriage? If you don't like it, get out."

Yin Shuyao looked at him in disbelief: "What, what did you say?"

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Qin Fan's eyes were sinister. He let go of the woman in his arms, walked step by step to Yin Shuyao, and reached out to strangle her neck.

"You... cough cough..." Yin Shuyao didn't expect that he would use so much force. She felt suffocated before she could finish a sentence. Her face was congested and red, and her pupils were dilated.

Qin Fan leaned close to her face, raised half of his lips, and said in a cold tone: "When you plotted against me, didn't you think that you would end up like today?"

Yin Shuyao opened her mouth, but she couldn't breathe, let alone speak.

A wave of fear spread upward from the soles of her feet and swept through her body instantly. Her lips were trembling and tears rolled out.

Qin Fan let go, and Yin Shuyao lost all her strength. She fell to the floor like a torn sack, panting violently: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You're still quibbling. You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Qin Fan knelt down in front of her and patted her face with a clear voice, "Do you need me to explain it more clearly? Lie me to the hotel and give it to me. You drugged me and asked reporters to take pictures, but you are very clever at planning."

The blood on Yin Shuyao's tear-covered face quickly faded and turned pale.

How did Qin Fan know?
She was meticulous in everything she did, leaving nothing questionable, and there was no way he would know about it.Yin Shuyao shook her head desperately, grabbed his trousers and explained while crying: "No, listen to me..."

Qin Fan didn't want to listen to her at all, so he waved behind him. The enchanting woman stepped forward, ignoring Yin Shuyao's presence, holding Qin Fan's arm and going upstairs, with a soft voice: "Your home is so big."

"Do you like it?" Qin Fan pressed his thin lips to the corners of her lips and lowered his voice, "If you like it, come back often."

"Don't lie to me, I will take it seriously..."

In the festively decorated bedroom, not long after, there was ambiguous movement.

Yin Shuyao sat on the cold floor, her body temperature losing little by little, and she didn't know who to complain to.

The marriage she had gained at the expense of her family business now seemed more like a joke. Apart from the empty title of "Young Mistress of the Qin Family", she had nothing left.

*
When Shen Jia Nian woke up, his head hurt a little. It was dark outside, the indoor lights were dim, and the number displayed on the electronic clock was two fifteen.

She slept from noon to midnight?
Shen Jianian rubbed his forehead and waited for a while before sitting up. Later, he realized that he was in Fu Jichen's bedroom, with the dark blue bed under him.

Anyway, Shen Jia Nian slept on this bed more than once. After being slightly surprised, Shen Jia Nian calmed down.

His throat was a little thirsty, and there happened to be a glass of water on the bedside table. Shen Jianian picked it up and took a sip. The slightly sweet taste seemed to be honey water.

After drinking the whole glass of water, hunger hit her immediately. Shen Jia Nian put down the glass and leaned on the bed, dazed. The memory in her mind stayed in the banquet hall. She accompanied Fu Jichen to socialize, drank a few glasses of red wine, and then lost consciousness.

She covered her eyes with one hand, wondering if she was embarrassing him.

"woke up?"

The bedroom was carpeted and walking was silent. It wasn't until Fu Jichen's voice sounded beside the bed that Shen Jianian knew he was coming. She took off the hand covering her eyes and looked at him.

Fu Jichen was dressed in dark-colored home clothes, with clear eyebrows and a rare gentle expression.

"Are you hungry?" Fu Jichen asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Apart from a headache, there were no other obvious symptoms. Shen Jianian told the truth: "I'm hungry."

Fu Jichen smiled: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask the chef to make it."

"No need." Shen Jianian didn't want to wake anyone up at two o'clock in the middle of the night. "I just want to eat something to fill my stomach. I don't have the appetite for anything else."

"What can I eat to fill my stomach?"

"biscuit."

Fu Jichen was stunned for a moment, but without saying anything, he brought her a box of her favorite cookies, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower. He had been working in the study before.

After changing into clean pajamas, Fu Jichen suddenly stopped wiping his hair. As far as he could see, Shen Jianian was sitting on his bed, holding a large round iron box containing biscuits in his arms, finishing a biscuit in three mouthfuls.Even though the light was not too bright, he could still clearly see the cookie crumbs falling down.

Fu Jichen thought that mysophobia was not serious, but the scene in front of him was unbearable, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"Shen Jianian." He called out, and the other party looked at her blankly. He pointed at her, "Take your biscuits and go back to your room to eat."

Shen Jianian didn't know what made him suddenly mad, so he didn't refute, opened the quilt, put on his slippers and left.

Fu Jichen walked to the bed in a few steps, touched the switch on the wall and turned on the overhead light. The room suddenly became brighter, and sure enough he saw residue on the sheets and quilt. This guy...

In the guest room, Shen Jianian was full after eating a few biscuits. She closed the lid and fell on the bed tiredly.

After a moment, she heard the sound of opening the door and raised her head to take a look.

Fu Jichen came in.

(End of this chapter)