Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Fu Jincheng lowered his head and looked at the sapphire and diamond necklace in his palm.

In his life, he had given jewelry to many women, but he had never given Shen Xiuwan a decent piece of jewelry. During the years they were married, he did not even give her any preference.

He seems to have lost to Bai Yuanjing.

The sapphire and diamond necklace fell to the ground, reflecting the faint moonlight.

The man stood quietly in the darkness, feeling faint throbbing and pain in his chest.

He raised his hand and touched the position of his heart.

It's empty here.

Tonight, he seemed to have completely lost the most important person in his life.

……

After Christmas, Shanghai is getting busy with the New Year.

While Shen Xiuwan was embroidering, she received a call from Li Baochun.

He asked her to meet at Suzhou River Pier tomorrow.

The next morning, the pier was bustling with activity, the sun had not yet come out, and a layer of mist filled the river, making the cargo ships and ferries in the distance blurry.

Bai Yuanjing was worried that she would come alone, so she asked her family's driver to drive her away.

At the pier, Li Baochun turned to look at the road and saw a black Lincoln car approaching from a distance. The driver opened the door diligently, and a woman wearing a fedora hat and leather gloves got out of the car gracefully.

She looked at him: "Brother Baochun?"

Li Baochun nodded, reluctant to take his eyes away from her.

He said: "I'm going back to Suzhou."

Shen Xiuwan was puzzled: "Go back to your hometown?"

"Yes." Li Baochun rubbed the scar on his forehead that had not yet healed, and said with a wry smile, "I divorced the daughter of Nanfeng Factory, and I will no longer work in that textile factory. After all, I have accumulated two years of experience, maybe , I will build a textile factory in my hometown in the future."

Shen Xiuwan did not answer.

She knew that since Li Baochun's love for her was exposed, the owner and the lady of Nanfeng Factory could not tolerate him. In addition, the female textile workers were demonstrating in the streets, and even the entire textile industry in Greater Shanghai could not tolerate him.

He was forced to return to his hometown.

She said calmly: "Live well."

Li Baochun clearly caught a hint of pity in her eyes.

Being pitied by your sweetheart is not a glorious thing for a man.

His face was hot, and he avoided Shen Xiuwan's eyes and looked at the surging river: "I have done many wrong things in the past. I obviously came from a poor family, and I also suffered the hardships of the rich, but after becoming rich, Joining forces with other factory owners to oppress workers. Wanmei, if I think about it today, I am really nothing."

Shen Xiuwan was speechless.

Li Baochun bent down to pick up a stone, raised his hand and threw it into the Suzhou River.

He looked back at her, and when he smiled, he seemed to have returned to his former honest and simple appearance: "Mei Wan, when you go back to your hometown to visit relatives in the future, remember to go to my house for dinner. I always have a preference for you."

The old dark green knitted scarf he tied around his neck was swaying in the cold wind.

It reminded Shen Xiuwan of the winters they spent together when they were young.

In those years, just like today, he wore an old scarf and held a boat, taking her through the water alleys of old Suzhou, going to market and temple fairs, and going to the countryside to steal water chestnuts and peanuts.

Shen Xiuwan's eyes softened a little, and she responded with a smile: "Okay."

Li Baochun boarded the ferry leaving Shanghai.

He lay on the side of the ship and waved goodbye to Shen Xiuwan.

The fog on the river gradually thickened. The ferry gradually faded away from the field of vision until it was completely swallowed up by the white fog.

Shen Xiuwan breathed out a small puff of hot air and turned to leave.

……

The cold spring is coming, and as the first bright yellow winter jasmine blooms quietly, Jiangnan ushered in the second spring.

After a long winter, Shen Xiuwan has completed more than half of her "Textile Female Worker".

Bai Yuanjing specially invited craftsmen to decorate an embroidery room for her on the third floor.

The early spring sunshine shines in through the glass window, and the woman quietly lowers her head to embroider. Her skin is as white as transparent, a pair of thin silver-rimmed glasses is placed on the bridge of her delicate nose, and the hair hanging down in front of her forehead exudes amber color. The whole person is immersed in the flowing light.

She had colorful embroidery threads in her hands, as if spring had arrived in her embroidery room early.

Bai Yuanjing opened the door and came in with tea, and said warmly: "You have been embroidering for four hours in a row, it's time to rest."

Shen Xiuwan put down her needlework, took off her silver-rimmed glasses, and stretched slightly.

She stood up, took the hot tea with a smile, but did not move her eyes away from the embroidery picture: "The embroidery will be completed in another half month, and it will probably be able to meet the deadline of the World Expo."

Bai Yuanjing followed her gaze.

The middle-aged woman in the embroidered picture is wearing an old scarf, her gray hair is flying in the cold wind, her calloused hands and scarf are stained red by fresh blood, her face is vicissitudes of life and her expression is sad, but there is kindness in her eyes. Tolerate.

This is more than just a mother's eyes.

Bai Yuanjing was touched in her heart and seriously commented: "Your embroidery is better than my painting. The kindness and forbearance in her eyes has surpassed that of an ordinary mother, and there is more of a compassionate deity. Wanwan, this is a story. A great piece of work.”

Shen Xiuwan teased: "You always praise me, and you are not afraid that I will become arrogant."

Bai Yuanjing hugged her waist.

The woman in his arms is petite and soft, like spring water in the south of the Yangtze River.

He loved her so much that he didn't know what to do.

"You are so good, I'm really afraid that you will be snatched away by another man." Bai Yuanjing lowered his head and kissed her fragrant cheek. "It's time for our engagement party to be officially put on the agenda. My parents will arrive in Shanghai the day after tomorrow. I also booked a suite at the Peace Hotel for my uncle and aunt."

Officially engaged…

Shen Xiuwan raised her eyes and looked at Bai Yuanjing, her ears turning red uncontrollably.

"I have already thought about it. I will get engaged in March and get married in May." The man who had always been restrained, reserved, and dignified in front of outsiders was smiling like a teenager who had just fallen in love. "Wanwan, you can't run away."

She is the woman he has been thinking about for six years.

She is the only woman he has ever liked in his life.

He would never make the same mistake as Jincheng, and he would never let her go.

Shen Xiuwan also laughed.

She looked up at Bai Yuanjing.

He was usually calm and cold. She remembered that he always had a straight face when he was in the hospital. Even in the operating room, when faced with the critical moment of patient's life and death, he still remained calm and calm at all times. Although he was young, he could Even senior doctors with great qualifications respectfully addressed him as "Dean".

In daily life, he is also a very old-fashioned man.

He is so disciplined, self-possessed, and calm. Even though he has a huge fortune, he never goes out to live and drink. Even though he is in a high position, he never participates in other people's social invitations. He lives in the prosperous and affluent Shanghai, but he has never been confused by the colorful world.

He just loves to study medical skills and calligraphy and painting.

He also loves to cook for her.

She also didn't understand why such a cold and dignified man was so noisy by her, why he was bowed down by her.

She smiled, feeling deep gratitude in her heart, and hugged Bai Yuanjing's waist in dependence.