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

The crisp slap was particularly loud.

Fu Jincheng's sanity finally returned.

He slowly let go of Shen Xiuwan, his eyes fell on her slightly red and swollen lips from being kissed, and he felt a little guilty.

He sat silently next to him, lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette.

Shen Xiuwan lowered her head to straighten her appearance, but her tears kept falling to the floor like broken pearls.

The cigarette burns quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jincheng leaned over and put out his cigarette in the ashtray, then took out a handkerchief to wipe away Shen Xiuwan's tears.

Shen Xiuwan pushed his hand away.

Fu Jincheng avoided her gaze. After the initial irritation, he whispered: "I'm sorry."

Shen Xiuwan yelled: "You're crazy!"

"I'm crazy." Fu Jincheng curled his thin lips mockingly, looked into her eyes again, no longer shameless, and spoke very quickly, "After the divorce, I found that I began to be obsessed with you. . The day I saw you again in Shanghai, I was very happy, and even my heartbeat was a little faster than usual. Shen Xiuwan, what should I do, I seem to like you very much. "

Shen Xiuwan picked up the document on the coffee table and threw it at his face: "Madman!"

Documents were scattered on the ground like snowflakes.

The sharp paper cut the man's forehead, and a trace of bloody scar appeared on the handsome and sinister face.

He didn't care, just stared at Shen Xiu and smiled: "What do you think I want to do now?"

Shen Xiuwan said nothing, her eyes red from crying and filled with tears.

"I want to kidnap you and lock you up in a deserted place so that Bai Yuanjing can never find you again. When things calm down, I will secretly send you out of the country so that you will always belong to me alone." Fu Jincheng sneered, "You know, I'm capable of that."

Shen Xiuwan didn't answer his words, stood up and threw everything at hand at him.

Notepads, pens, ink bottles, fruit plates, and even the lamp on the coffee table all fell on him.

Fu Jincheng was not annoyed and still sat there calmly.

Shen Xiuwan turned her back and cried even louder.

She was already thin, as if she couldn't gain weight no matter how much she ate, and her shoulders that twitched from crying were thin and delicate, like broken butterfly wings.

Her cry was soft and continuous, and once she started, she couldn't stop. The cry kept getting into Fu Jincheng's ears. It was obviously the most fragile sound in the world, but it turned into the most irresistible force for him. His heart throbbed and suffocated.

He panicked.

He looked at her back and thought to himself that he probably couldn't possess her by kidnapping her.

He never wanted to see her cry again.

He whispered: "Shen Xiuwan, I'm just scaring you. Why are you crying like this? Stop crying."

Shen Xiuwan turned around and stared at him: "Do you know what you are doing?!"

"I know." Fu Jincheng sneered cynically, but with a serious look in his narrow eyes, "Today, now, at this moment, is the most sober time I have been since I went south. Shen Xiuwan, I like you, how about we get remarried? Okay? Anyway, you once loved me so much, and your feelings for Bai Yuanjing are definitely not as deep as yours for me. I will accompany you to Shanghai to break off the engagement with him now. After the breakup is completed, I will prepare a grand wedding for you and we can reunite. Is it not good?"

After two years of self-cultivation, he almost forgot that he was once the most romantic man in Yanjing.

When he faced Shen Xiuwan, he had a noble and free smile on his face, just like when he faced other women in Yanjing.

But Shen Xiuwan pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Fu Jincheng still kept smiling, but his smile gradually became stiff.

My heartbeat was speeding up, as if it was about to beat out of my chest.

He knew that he was not as relaxed and confident in his heart as he appeared on the surface.

He is afraid.

He was afraid of hearing rejection from Shen Xiuwan.

Fear spread from deep in his chest, and he suddenly dared not look into Shen Xiuwan's eyes. The next moment, he heard Shen Xiuwan whisper: "But, I don't love you anymore."

His heart slowly fell, as if he was gradually sinking into the cold deep sea.

He pretended to laugh twice, but could hardly find his own voice: "Emotions can be cultivated. I did not do well in the past, but I can change it. I will treat you like I did to Zhou Cibai, No, I will do better than that."

"Emotions can be cultivated," Shen Xiuwan looked directly into his eyes, "but the relationship between you and me cannot be cultivated. Jincheng, you will never know that there is more than just Zhou Cibai between you and me. .”

Shen Xiuwan didn't know how Fu Jincheng left.

By the time she came to her senses, she had already finished cleaning up the messy living room.

The tears on her cheeks had long since dried, and she quietly returned to her boudoir upstairs.

The boudoir is in the shade and the lighting is not very good.

When the curtains are not drawn, even during the day it looks dim.

She sat blankly on the edge of the bed, wondering why Jincheng suddenly turned around.

He said he liked her.

So, he didn't marry Zhou Cibai later, was it because of her?

Shen Xiuwan lowered her head.

Two years ago, she would have been very happy.

But now she only felt shocked, puzzled, annoyed and disgusted.

She turned sideways and took out an old box cage from the deepest part of the bed.

There are sundries piled in the cage, which she brought back from Yanjing.

She dug out a small set of clothes from the compartment of the box. This was the tiger-head coat she made for the child after she learned that she had broken her second child.

Jincheng will never know that they had a second child back then.

The slender fingers gradually tightened.

She held the little dress tightly to her heart, and tears welled up again.

She couldn't forget the night she was bullied by Cornell to the point of miscarriage. Jincheng was celebrating another woman's birthday at the Yanjing Hotel across the street.

She could never forgive him.

That night.

It started to drizzle in Gusu.

When Shen Xiuwan closed the window, she saw a tall figure standing in the alley.

He lit a cigarette in the rain, seemed to notice her gaze, and couldn't help but look up at her.

It's Fu Jincheng.

He hasn't left yet.

Shen Xiuwan had a cold face and closed the window with a bang.

The next day, for fear of being entangled by Fu Jincheng again, she simply packed up and moved directly into the textile factory, eating and living with the female textile workers.

Fu Jincheng had no choice but to start with Shen Xiuwan, so he came up with Shen Zhongyun's idea.

When Shen Xiuwan came back at the weekend, she found that her ancestral home had been vacated.

Tingfang, who stayed behind, said anxiously: "That Governor Fu bought a house for the old man and his wife, and became neighbors with the county man. He also provided him with a car and servants. The man seemed to be very happy, so he just ordered someone to take care of him. All the belongings were moved here! Even Aunt Sun took over and moved in!"

When Shen Xiuwan rushed to the bungalow, she saw Shen Zhongyun smiling so loudly that he could hold a clothes hanger, playing ball with Fu Jincheng on the garden lawn.

Seeing her coming, the well-dressed Shen Zhongyun hurriedly waved: "Wanwan, you're here! What is this golf ball called? Jincheng taught me it. It is said that only rich and powerful people can play it. It's really interesting. Come and join us. Just playing!"