Rose Manor

Fu Jichen's face was dark until the cake was cut, and Zhou Rongzhen was on pins and needles, not daring to say a word.

The dishes in the middle of the table were moved to the side to make room for the cake. Zhou Rongzhen took out a pack of candles from the bag, found two candles with the number "2", inserted them on the cake, and lit them with a lighter.

"Jianian, make a wish."

Zhou Rongzhen glanced at Fu Jichen and spoke softly, fearing to offend him.

A few lights in the living room were turned off, so they were not that bright. The flickering candlelight reflected on Shen Jianian's red cheeks. She would blush even if she drank a little wine.

She stared at the candles on the cake, wondering what to wish for.

There was no grand party on her birthday this year, no company and blessings from her parents, but there was an aunt who had nothing to do with her but treated her sincerely, and a man who was always inexplicably angry and wouldn't do anything to her.

Overall, it's pretty passable.

People should be content and have people around them who care about them, which is better than millions of people in the world who are suffering.

Shen Jia Nian gently closed his eyes, crossed his fingers and made a fist, placed it against his chin, and seriously thought about three wishes: the first wish, that his parents can be reunited and happy in another world; the second wish, that the Lingyue Group can be successfully taken back to Pei The family pays the price; three wishes...three wishes to leave Fu Jichen as soon as possible and live the life you want.

Although, she hasn't decided yet what kind of life she wants.

Shen Jianian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She quickly opened her eyes, raised her head, took a breath, and leaned forward to blow out the candles.

The surrounding light became a little darker, and her eyes dimmed.

"Eat the cake, it looks delicious." Shen Jia Nian tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth, not wanting others to notice her strangeness.

She cut off a piece of cake with a long plastic knife, put it on a small plate, and brought it to Zhou Rongzhen first.

Zhou Rongzhen said hurriedly: "Give it to sir."

Shen Jianian turned his arm and handed it to Fu Jichen.

"If you don't like food, you'll be bored." Fu Jichen leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers. His eyes stayed on Shen Jianian's face for a long time, showing no emotion.

"He won't eat it." Shen Jianian repeated it to Aunt Zhen and gave her the cake, "We will eat it."

Zhou Rongzhen took it with both hands. She couldn't sit still and found an excuse to leave the restaurant: "I'll go to the kitchen to take a look."

Shen Jia Nian cut a piece for herself, sat down and ate it with a spoon. The cream was dense and slightly sweet, with the texture of ice cream, which was her favorite taste.

She ate one bite at a time, eating quickly but gracefully, with the cream not touching the corner of her mouth. This was a habit she had developed over many years of tutoring.

Fu Jichen looked at her and quietly finished smoking a cigarette.

After drinking, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad. There was a smile in her eyes. If you look closely, there were tears in her eyes, which was pitiful.

"Don't eat if you can't eat it. It's hard to digest if you eat too much at night." Fu Jichen put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, stood up and took the spoon from her hand, "I can buy it later if I like it."

She ate a lot tonight, and her belly would burst if she continued to eat.

Fu Jichen took her hand and pulled her up from the chair, walked toward the elevator, and casually told the servant in the living room: "Clear the dining table."

Shen Jia Nian didn't make any noise and let him do what he wanted. As the alcohol got stronger, his brain reacted a little slower: "Where are you taking me?"

Fu Jichen was now sure that she had drunk too much. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, not very serious: "Go to bed."

He simply picked her up and stepped into the elevator. Shen Jianian was startled and quickly raised her arms to wrap around his neck, just enough for him to free up one hand to press the elevator button.

"I...I don't want to sleep." Shen Jia Nian's mind was spinning slower and slower, and his words were not fluent. "I slept...for four hours in the afternoon."

It might have been more than four hours, she couldn't remember, all she knew was that she slept for a long time.

Fu Jichen's lips were always curled, and he was happy to talk to the drunkard: "Then I won't sleep and I will show you the gifts."

"What gift?" She was a little dizzy, not sleepy.

"Your birthday present."

The elevator went straight to the third floor. Fu Jichen stepped out. The lights in the quiet corridor were dim. He did not go to Shen Jianian's room, but took her to his bedroom.

Shen Jia Nian was placed on the dark blue bed, as if she was lying in a vast ocean. She was swept in by the waves, her whole body was light and airy, and the faint smell of sage penetrated the tip of her nose.

Fu Jichen took out a flat square box from his trousers pocket and opened the lock. There was a thin gold chain lying on the light gray velvet.

It is an exquisitely crafted bracelet.Hanging from the bracelet is a small golden lock pendant, with a hollow and complex pattern engraved on the front, a diamond inlaid in the center, and Shen Jia Nian's initials engraved on the back.

The three letters SJN are very small and can hardly be found without looking carefully.

Fu Jichen took out the bracelet and wrapped it around Shen Jia Nian's wrist to buckle it. The white wrist was slender and could be easily grasped by two fingers. The wrist bones were lonely and decorated with thin golden chains, like gold-painted porcelain, rich and exquisite.

Shen Jia Nian raised his wrist high and squinted at the light to appreciate it. The gold lock pendant dangled in front of his eyes, and the light refracted by the small diamond flickered.

"Why is there only a lock but no key?" Shen Jianian's eyes gradually became blurred, and he opened and closed his lips as he muttered, "How can I open it without a key?"

Fu Jichen wrapped her hand in his big palm and took it off: "I have the key."

Shen Jianian: "Huh?"

Like a magic trick, Fu Jichen took out another bracelet, which was exactly the same as the one she wore on her wrist, except that the pendant was different. It was a delicate key.

Shen Jianian opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "There really is a key."

"Yeah." Fu Jichen smiled and closed his fingers and put the bracelet back, "When have I ever lied to you?"

"Don't you wear it?"

"You want me to wear them?"

Shen Jianian thought about it seriously and shook her head. She didn't want to wear a couple's bracelet with him, and she had never seen any man wear such a delicate and thin gold chain.

While she was thinking, Fu Jichen took one end of the bracelet and wrapped it around her wrist and buckled the buckle.

Shen Jianian pursed his lips slightly and accidentally revealed what was in his heart: "I have never seen a man wearing this kind of bracelet."

Fu Jichen didn't care. He never followed the rules and was an exception to the entire Fu family. It was the same outside. No one dared to control what he did or didn't do.

"You see now."

"Oh." To be honest, it looks pretty good on him.

She has deep lines on her wrists and cold white skin. Because she has a noble and elegant temperament, wearing a thin gold chain does not make her look feminine, but rather... alluring.

Shen Jianian was thinking about one thing after another. She couldn't keep her eyes open. She buried her face in the quilt and felt a hand on her body, helping her take off her knitted cardigan.

Underneath is a tight-fitting bottoming shirt, milky white, with a very soft texture that fits perfectly against the undulating curvature of the girl's body, outlining beautiful and imaginative lines.

In the past, he would take off her clothes and then bully her, tossing and turning, never letting her go until she begged for mercy. Sometimes begging for mercy was useless, and he would get worse.

"I don't want it." Shen Jianian closed his eyes and pushed his hand away intuitively.

But like turning a pancake, he took her arm and turned her over, took off the other sleeve, raised his hand, and threw the light gray cardigan to the end of the bed.

Shen Jia Nian frowned. She was dizzy now: "Fu Jichen, you... I'm going to faint after drinking. Don't bully me."

After saying that, she felt as if she had been knocked unconscious with a stick, her head tilted and she fell asleep.

The bed was full of messy folds, as if some charming love story had happened, but in fact nothing had happened, it was all thanks to the drunken man.

Fu Jichen looked helpless and depressed. He was asking for trouble. He knew she had drunk too much, but he wanted to take her to his bedroom.

"Shen Jia Nian, you go to bed without taking a shower, it stinks." Fu Jichen poked a hole in her face with his index finger, and Fu Jichen tried to wake her up, "Shen Jia Nian, did you hear what I said?"

The person who had fallen asleep could not hear what he said, and he was not in the dream.

Fu Jichen said, "It really stinks." The smell of food mixed with alcohol was unbearable on his bed, but his body couldn't help but move closer to her.

His face dug into the crook of her neck, absorbing the scent of her body, and he kissed her like raindrops.

He pinched her chin with his fingers and applied a little force, forcing her to part her slightly pursed lips. The lips stained by red wine were as red as fresh and plump berries, tempting to pick.

He leaned forward and kissed her carefully for a while, until she was out of breath and let out a whimper of resistance, and then he let her go. The love and desire in his eyes faded away, and what remained was a calmness like water.

Fu Jichen carried the person on the bed to the bathroom, where he undressed and bathed her.

I have never served anyone like this before, and I probably never will in the future.