Rose Manor

In Fu's house, the housekeeper who was over fifty years old hurriedly entered the main hall without stopping. He turned to the dining room and almost bumped into a servant who was leaving.

After narrowly avoiding the situation, the housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, went to Mr. Fu anxiously, and whispered something in his ear.

Others at the dinner party saw the old man's face darken, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Go and invite people in." Mr. Fu ordered in a low voice.

"Hey." After receiving the order, the butler hurriedly turned around, bent his elbows and started jogging after leaving the main hall.

After Fu Jichen and Shen Jianian finished talking on the phone, the phone fell into his trouser pocket. When he returned to the restaurant, he realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere. After sitting down, he asked Fu Feibai next to him: "What did we talk about while I was away?"

Fu Feibai covered his mouth with one hand and said in a confidential manner: "The housekeeper passed a message to Grandpa. After hearing this, Grandpa's face changed. He felt that something big had happened, and no one dared to speak."

The TV was on in the main hall, and the sound of the Spring Festival Gala sketches came in, accompanied by the roar of laughter from the audience inside, making the atmosphere in the restaurant even more deadly.

Fu Jichen picked up the cigarette case from the table, knocked out a cigarette, and twirled the tobacco with his fingertips. Before he could light it, he heard several footsteps approaching from far away.

He turned sideways and looked up towards the main hall. The first person to enter was the sweaty butler, followed by several policemen.

Mr. Fu stood up and moved to the main hall. His back was as straight as a pine tree, his steps were steady, and his face was majestic. The demeanor of the head of the family was clearly displayed on him.

The three policemen nodded respectfully when they saw the old man. The leader politely explained the purpose of his visit: "Old man, it's rude to come to your door on New Year's Eve to bother you. We received a report from the public that the third master of the Fu family is suspected of an assault case. Please excuse me. Third Master followed us to the bureau for investigation."

The third master of the Fu family?

After hearing what the police said, everyone in the restaurant looked at Fu Huaxian. Some secretly gloated, some couldn't help but look worried, and some looked on coldly.

Fu Jichen sat upright and remained silent. The cigarette he held between his fingers was not lit, so he threw it on the table, playing with the sleeping white jade lion in his hand.

Another policeman added: "Don't worry, old man. I just took the third master to ask questions according to the rules. If it is confirmed that the matter has nothing to do with the third master, we will restore his innocence."

Fu Huaxian felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze in his chair with a pale face, listening to the old man's negotiation with the police.

The old man asked a few questions, hoping to understand the specific circumstances of this case so that he could come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible.

The old man is used to seeing trouble, and he knows very well that if the police can come to your door, they must have some evidence, and they will not come and arrest people for no reason.

The police thought for a moment and answered the old man's question humbly: "Normally, the case is currently under investigation. We can't reveal too many details. We are trustworthy, old man. Let me tell you, the deceased was a girl who had just turned [-]. Her surname was Dong, who was a freshman at Beicheng Film Academy, committed suicide by jumping off the building at Manderley Hotel at [-]:[-] tonight. Before her death, she left a suicide note in the hotel room, indicating that the third master had violated and abused her."

What the police said was partly disclosed in news reports. It is a fact known to the public and does not constitute a violation.

After hearing this, Mr. Fu looked heavy and his eyes were shrewd and sharp, not as muddy as those of other elderly men.

He looked at Fu Huaxian, who was sitting there motionless, with judgmental eyes. He never expected that the most honest and reserved person in the family would be involved in such a lawsuit.

"Get out of here!"

Mr. Fu yelled angrily, and Fu Huaxian came back to his senses. He stood up and went to the main hall with a blank face.

"Explain to the police what's going on." The old man was very angry. The housekeeper was worried that something had happened to his body, so he quickly stepped forward to hold his arm, but he waved his hand away, and his sharp eyes were directed at Fu Huaxian, " Do you know that girl named Dong? Tell the truth!"

The remaining people in the restaurant couldn't sit still and went to the main hall to listen.

Only Fu Jichen sits firmly as a mountain.

Fu Feibai moved his chair. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, he stopped for a moment: "Brother, don't you go and take a look? It feels like the matter is serious."

"The police are handling the case, and grandpa is in charge of the overall situation. I'm going to join in the fun."

Fu Jichen poured a cup of tea by himself and tasted it slowly. The tea in Qiangwei Manor was not bad, and the tea in the Fu family's old house was even better.

His habit of drinking tea since childhood was influenced by his old man.

There were many people gathered in the main hall. The third master of the Fu family was silent for a long time. The anger in the old man's chest grew stronger and stronger: "I'm asking you a question!"

Fu Huaxian swallowed, and said with trembling lips: "I've met her a few times."

Hearing this, Mr. Fu had a strong bad feeling in his heart.

His third son got married in his early years and divorced within less than a year. Since then, he has not married again and has no sons and a half daughters. He is usually inconspicuous among his brothers and sisters.

"I've only met her a few times, but this girl committed suicide because of you?" the old man asked sternly.

In the restaurant, Fu Jichen took a sip of tea, raised the tea cup and looked at it under the lamp. The thin porcelain cup could reveal the color of the green tea soup, like green mountains after rain. It was beautiful, but a little hot to the touch.

He put down his teacup, got up and went to the main hall.Fu Feibai saw his figure and was a little confused. Why did he come here if he couldn't join in the fun?
However, Fu Jichen just passed by the main hall without even looking at him. He went up the stairs, returned to the room and closed the door.

Regardless of the huge waves downstairs, he just wanted peace.

Fu Jichen went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he saw that it was not too late, he called Shen Jianian.She said she was going to sleep at that time, but I don't know if it was true or not.

Today is New Year's Eve, doesn't she plan to stay up late?

The phone rang for a while before it was connected, and the girl's slightly confused voice came out: "Hello?"

"Really asleep?" Fu Jichen was slightly surprised.

"Hmm..." Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes and hummed through his nose, feeling very sleepy, as if he would fall asleep again in the next second.

She was woken up by him. Fu Jichen didn't feel any guilt in his heart. Instead, he teased her: "Shen Jia Nian, do you want to give you some lucky money?"

Shen Jia Nian was not clear-headed and could only listen to what he said: "I don't want it, don't touch me."

She was in a trance and didn't remember that she was on the phone. She thought that just like many nights before, Fu Jichen was lying next to her with his clothes half-undressed. When she was so tired that she was unconscious, a deep voice asked her in her ear if she wanted more.

Fu Jichen held up the mobile phone and couldn't help but tense up. After a while, he laughed softly: "Shen Jia Nian, you still said you didn't think about me."

Shen Jianian said "Yeah" again, and suddenly realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes suddenly and realized that he was on the phone. When he thought about what he had just said, he became completely awake.

She didn't speak, and Fu Jichen couldn't see what was happening on her side, so he asked in a low voice: "Are you asleep?" If he had known that he would have made a video call to her, he would have at least been able to take a look.

Shen Jianian made up her mind not to say anything, making him think that she was asleep, and then hung up the phone on her own initiative, so that she could get away with it without having to face the embarrassment.

However, Fu Jichen never had any intention of hanging up the phone and allowed the call length to continue to grow.

Shen Jia Nian was struggling for a moment. If she pressed the hang up button at this time, Fu Jichen would definitely know that she was not asleep. If he left it alone, he didn't know how long it would take.

What if he refuses to hang up until dawn...

When Shen Jia Nian thought of that possibility, his scalp felt numb.

Just when she was in a dilemma, Fu Jichen suddenly spoke up. The man's voice was magnetic and smiling, and had the power to confuse people at night: "Shen Jia Nian, you are pretending to sleep. I heard your breathing."

Your breathing sounds different when you are asleep than when you are awake.

She certainly didn't know that the breathing he heard in the receiver was rapid and disordered, like a rabbit caught in a trap, at a loss what to do.

Only then did Shen Jianian realize that the phone was too close to his cheek, and the person over there could hear all the ups and downs between his breathing and breathing.

She felt like she was being treated like a monkey.

"I'm not joking with you, to be honest." Fu Jichen's voice suddenly became gentle, with a hint of intimacy in his mouth, "I'm giving you some lucky money. It's in the pocket of your white down jacket. Find it yourself."

Shen Jia Nian forgot about the embarrassment just now and got out of bed with a surprised look on his face. Following his prompts, he went to the cloakroom and opened the cabinet.

There was a row of winter clothes inside. She found the white down jacket, reached into the pocket and touched it. Sure enough, there was something hidden.

Shen Jia Nian took it out and used the light strip at the top of the cloakroom to see clearly how thick the red envelope was. It was just full, and there was no room for another banknote.

Before the phone was hung up, Fu Jichen's clear voice came: "Found it?"

Shen Jia Nian stepped on the plush carpet with bare feet and looked at the thick red envelope in his hand. His eyes were a little hot and he pursed his lips for a long time, unable to speak.

"I may be a little busy in the next few days. I will contact you in a few days." Fu Jichen said as if he was telling a child, "I will use the money to buy sweets. There is still more than enough."

Shen Jianian licked his lips and leaned his back against the cabinet door, wanting to say something, but in the end he only responded with a low "hmm".

She was afraid that when she spoke she would sound crying, pretentious and useless.

Fu Jichen said Happy New Year to her and urged her to go to bed.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside his room.

Fu Jichen put down his cell phone and went to open it. Fu Feibai stood outside the door, acting as a messenger to convey the old man's meaning to him: "Grandpa asked you to go down and help deal with the third uncle's matter."

Fu Feibai looked at his eldest brother sympathetically.Sometimes having outstanding abilities is not necessarily a good thing, and you have to bear all the burdens, big and small.

It doesn't take much thinking to figure out how tricky it is to deal with this kind of thing.