Rose Manor

Fu Yuling was pushed away, and he put his hands on his hips and pouted at Fu Jichen: "Brother, why do you speak in the same tone as grandpa now? Are you already old before your 30th birthday?"

She was different. She was wearing a rose-red skirt, her legs were bare in the cold weather, and her long light chestnut hair was braided into two fishbone braids that overlapped at the back of her head.

At the same age, she still looks innocent and ignorant of the world.

Fu Jichen didn't even look at her. He took off his coat with a cold face, handed it to the servant who came forward, and asked Wei Ronghua who followed him: "Where is grandpa?"

"Upstairs in the study."

Wei Ronghua wanted to ask him if he had eaten or if he needed to cook something, so he walked upstairs, his back as tall and straight as a towering tree.

Fu Yuling stared at his figure for a long time. It wasn't until he walked around the corner of the stairs and could no longer be seen that she reluctantly withdrew her gaze and sat on the sofa. She shook her head and sighed: "Since I got a girlfriend, I don't like me even more." This is my sister."

"What nonsense." Wei Ronghua frowned and reminded her, "Don't mention this matter at home in the future."

She had already heard that Ji Chen had a woman in Yicheng, a down-and-out daughter of the Shen family. Some time ago, she and the son of the Pei family cuddled in the hospital ward and made news.

With such a family background, let alone the old man, she would not be able to pass this test.

"Whether I mention it or not, everyone knows it anyway." Fu Yuling lowered her head to admire the newly made berry-colored manicure that matched her skirt, and said nonchalantly, "My brother showed off his affection to his girlfriend in such a high-profile way in Yicheng. It didn't matter at all. I thought about hiding it.”

Wei Ronghua's face turned ugly: "If the family knows about it, forget it. We can't spread it."

"Oh." Fu Yuling looked at the stairs, "Brother, why don't you come down yet?"

Wei Ronghua also glanced at the direction of the stairs and said worriedly: "I'm probably chatting with your grandpa in the study. I haven't seen you for more than half a year. Grandpa and grandson have some chats."

She just hoped that Ji Shen could calm down and stop making the old man angry. It was only right to bow down to the old man and admit his mistake and try to stay in Beicheng.She knew very well in her heart that Jishen was the best among the younger generation and was worthy of a heavy responsibility. The old man didn't say it, but he was the one she loved most in her heart.

Her future status as a mother depends entirely on him.

In the study room on the third floor, when Fu Jichen knocked on the door and entered, Mr. Fu was sitting on a sandalwood chair reading a book. He was dressed in dark gray silk clothes and looked energetic and strong.

A small yellow clay stove was set up on the table next to it, and the charcoal fire was sizzling. A pot of tea was sitting on the stove. It had just been boiled and white steam was rising.

Fu Jichen walked up slowly. The old man did not raise his head, his eyes stayed on the book.Fu Jichen picked up the white square towel on the table, folded it in half and put it on the handle of the teapot, and poured the old man a cup of tea: "Grandpa."

The old man then closed the book and raised his eyes to look at the person standing at the table: "Back?"

"Well, we just arrived." Fu Jichen put down the teapot, wiped his hands with a square towel, and sat down on the chair opposite the old man, "I made you worry."

The old man snorted and feigned anger: "If I had known I was worried, I wouldn't have waited until today to come back."

"Isn't this following your instructions to reflect on myself and temper my temper in Yicheng?" Fu Jichen curled his lips and smiled, "How dare I come back so easily to make you unhappy."

"Really?" The old man was really a little angry now, "But how come I heard that you are living happily in Yicheng, not thinking about Shu, and have no introspective attitude."

Fu Jichen knew what he was referring to, so he decided to make a joke: "Who did you listen to? You have wronged me. I increased Dongke's profit by [-]% for you. How can you still call it happy?"

"Don't beat around the bush with me, your grandfather is not an old fool yet." The old man laughed angrily, "Let me ask you, what happened to the Shen family daughter?"

Seeing that this topic could not be discussed, Fu Jichen smiled and said, "That's all you know."

"I told you not to beat around the bush with me, are you serious or are you joking? If you are joking, I won't say anything. You are old enough and there is a woman around you that I can't control. As long as you don't make it known to everyone, OK." The old man picked up the tea cup without drinking. He just looked at him and said in a stern tone, "If you are serious..."

"How about being serious?"

Fu Jichen still looked relaxed and at ease. Others were scared to death of the old man, but he was not afraid.

"Weigh it yourself!"

The old man said something to him sternly, put down the tea cup, picked up the book and continued reading, not wanting to say more to him.

It made him angry when he came back. He owed it to his grandson in his previous life.

The old man didn't speak, so Fu Jichen naturally remained silent. He sat with Qian for a while and then stood up to leave.

After leaving the study, he happened to meet Fu Feibai coming out of the room.

The boy wore a gray and white trendy sweatshirt and loose black floor-length trousers with the trousers piled on the instep. He yawned as he walked out. A strand of hair on the top of his head was raised. His slovenly appearance matched his handsome pair. His face has a lazy and decadent beauty.

Fu Feibai always had his sleep and schedule reversed. He woke up just now and saw Fu Jichen, yawning halfway with his mouth wide open and his eyes brightening.

"Brother, when did you come back?!"

Fu Feibai looks like Wei Ronghua, with a delicate face and delicate eyebrows. As soon as he debuted, he became popular all over the country and gained countless girlfriend fans.He was supposed to go further and further on the road to becoming an idol, but he preferred filming. There were very few stage variety shows, and he concentrated on acting.

He really made some achievements and won a Best Actor trophy at a young age. His acting career will only be smoother in the future.

Fu Jichen patted him on the shoulder: "I just arrived not long ago."

Fu Feibai was a little flattered and went downstairs with him: "Will you leave when you come back this time?" "If you can't leave, you won't see me often."

"Hahaha." Fu Feibai has a cheerful temperament and a low point of laughter. Fu Jichen's casual words make his eyebrows fly. "My career is on the rise now, and it is normal to travel all over the world. However, I am still not as busy as you."

Fu Jichen smiled and said nothing.

"Hey, brother." Fu Feibai suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to him, "You don't know, my second uncle and aunt always mention the fact that you have a girlfriend at the dinner table, and their words are like It's just a joke. You are really dating the down-and-out daughter of the Shen family."

Fu Jichen frowned.

Fu Feibai was still a little afraid of his elder brother. Seeing his expression change slightly, he quickly covered his mouth: "I didn't say that, I listened to what they said."

"If you follow me, she won't be a down-and-out daughter." Fu Jichen said this and stepped down the last step.

Fu Fei stood stupidly on the stairs. Fu Jichen had gone far away. His words with obvious protective meaning were still echoing in his ears. Does it mean that Shen Jia Nian was with him, and his status was as noble as his, and he was no longer a down-and-out daughter?
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At dinner time, the family sat down to eat together for the first time in a long time.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and almost all the people who should have come back have come back today. This meal is no different from the New Year's Eve dinner.

Several people looked at Fu Jichen, who was sitting next to the old man, with complicated eyes. They originally wanted to put a stumbling block for him and make him stay in Yicheng and not be able to come back. After repeated probing, he was surrounded by an iron wall and there was no way to do anything. .

Fu Jianfang took two bites of the food, and his mind became more active. He smiled and said: "Ji Chen, why didn't you bring your girlfriend back and let's meet her? We can get to know each other while everyone is here during the Chinese New Year."

Fu Feibai and Fu Jichen looked at each other, and the former curled his lips slightly, as if to say: I knew I had to mention this matter no matter what I said.

When Fu Jichen's name was called, he was an elder. Out of politeness, he could not answer silently. He smiled and said vaguely: "Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"No, you said it's hard for you to find a girlfriend. As elders, we have to show it." Fu Jianfang pressed forward step by step, "We may not have such a large group of people next time. Besides, the girl's parents are not here for the Chinese New Year. How lonely."

Fu Jichen gave a cold look, but before he could speak, another voice preceded him and blocked Fu Jianfang's mouth: "It's normal for my brother to have a girlfriend at his age, and there's nothing surprising about it. But you, my aunt, have a boyfriend. Bring it back another day and let's take a look. I'll recognize your face so that you don't get in trouble if you bump into someone you don't know when we meet in the future."

Fu Jianfang's eyes were panicked and she subconsciously looked at her husband sitting next to her.

She and Jia Wenying had been divorcing for a while, but after weighing the pros and cons of all aspects, they finally did not get divorced.The old man reprimanded her for this matter, and she temporarily calmed down, cut off contact with her boyfriend outside, and returned to her family.Jia Wenying's attitude towards her was also different from before. He was much more considerate and gentle, and her life was very smooth.

The dead girl won't open any pot.

Sure enough, Jia Wenying's expression changed, her hands holding the chopsticks tightened, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged, and she refrained from saying anything in front of her family.

Fu Yuling sat on the chair and twisted around, raising her eyebrows proudly. If she dared to bully her brother, it would depend on whether she would agree or not.

"Sit down or not, and eat well." Wei Ronghua patted her on the back as a warning, and educated her in a low voice, "Who told you to talk to your elders like this? You are neither older nor younger."

Fu Yuling stuck out his tongue and lowered his head to eat the food.

Seeing that she was quite obedient, Wei Ronghua relaxed his eyebrows, picked up a white porcelain bowl, filled a bowl of pigeon soup, put it in her hand, and told her to drink it.

She said the bad things about her daughter were just for others to see, but in fact she had long been dissatisfied with the behavior of these people in the family and wished they were ridiculed.

Fu Jichen wiped his mouth, stood up and nodded to the old man at the head: "Grandpa, I've finished eating, you can eat slowly."

"Ji Chen, I see you haven't eaten much..."

Before Wei Ronghua finished speaking, Fu Jichen had already left the table and walked upstairs.

After he left, the old man threw the chopsticks in his hand and smashed them against the edge of the bowl. The entire restaurant was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

The servant who came to add food was startled and hesitated to move the plate.

"Fourth, there are things you should say and things you shouldn't say. If you can't keep your mouth shut, don't come here again." The old man snorted with a pulled face, stood up and left.

Fu Feibai saw with his own eyes that after his grandfather said those words, his aunt's face turned pale.

The eldest brother was clever and left the table without saying a word. The old man naturally blamed his aunt for ruining the family's opportunity to have dinner together. After all, it was she who started the conversation.

In the bedroom upstairs, Fu Jichen lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

The screen of the mobile phone on the glass table lit up, and the call to Shen Jianian went unanswered for a long time.

Fu Jichen raised one corner of his lips and sneered. Once he left, Shen Jia Nian would probably be so happy that he would not care about his phone call.

The beeping lasted for too long and was about to automatically hang up. The other party finally answered. Along with the whistling wind, her voice came vaguely: "Hello."

"doing what?"

Fu Jichen took the cigarette away from his lips and slowly blew out the smoke ring. Suddenly he remembered the half puff of cigarette he gave her in the office that day, which made her eyes well up with crystal tears and her cheeks became flushed. A different kind of charm.

Before Shen Jianian could answer, Fu Jichen said, "How about I book a ticket for you now and come to Beicheng."

What he wants must be obtained immediately, and delayed gratification is not true gratification.