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

Chapter 22 You just need to be obedient

Fu Jincheng put one hand on Shen Xiuwan's shoulder and the other on the desk, almost encircling her in his arms.

He leaned forward, breathing hot and ambiguous breath on the top of her head.

Shen Xiuwan's heartbeat quickened.

The smell of smoke and rosin from Jincheng's body completely enveloped her. She was so close to him that she could clearly see her own shadow on his lenses just by raising her head.

He even called her Wanwan.

At this moment, Shen Xiuwan seemed to be stepping on the clouds, her whole body felt light and airy.

She pressed the story collection tightly, as if she had become Cinderella who was loved by the prince at first sight. She even felt that Cinderella's happiness at that time was completely inferior to her sweetness at this moment.

She nodded decisively without even asking: "Okay!"

As long as Jincheng speaks, she is willing to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire.

Fu Jincheng was not surprised by her answer.

He rubbed her head, with a smile on his thin lips, like a melting iceberg.

Shen Xiuwan's cheeks were red and she didn't dare to look at him, so she shyly ran into the bathroom to take a shower.

Fu Jincheng straightened up, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes where Shen Xiuwan couldn't see him.

Shen Xiuwan was still very innocent that year.

She didn't know that the iceberg sank into the deep sea. Even if the surface melted, there was still a majestic and huge mountain hidden under the deep sea. It was so solid, cold and untouchable that even the sun could not melt it.

……

The late autumn in Yanjing is beautiful.

The frost forest in Xiangji Temple is dyed with frost, and the maple leaves all over the mountains and fields are all red. Against the solemn yellow gables of the temple, it is like a brightly colored oil painting.

Shen Xiuwan wore a pine and green cheongsam with a white knitted waistcoat. The brass Madonna buttons on the waistcoat were exquisite and small. Large hydrangeas were embroidered under the cheongsam. The colors were bright and lifelike, which was very eye-catching.

She wore her hair in an elegant low bun and wore two pearl earrings. The color of the pearls further highlighted the girl's pure white ears and neck.

She knelt in the Buddhist hall, put her palms together, and bowed to the ground.

Jincheng’s voice came to mind—

"I had some conflicts with my immediate boss Jin Hu. I can't bow my head and apologize. I would like to ask you to come forward and make friends with his wife. He listens to his wife very much. If you can make his wife like you, he is willing to arrange an arrangement between our two families. Sit down and talk, Wanwan, I will be grateful to you."

"His wife's surname is Chen. She rarely socializes with others when eating fasting and chanting Buddha's name, but she goes to Xiangji Temple every weekend to pray for blessings and offer incense. According to the information I got, she is very interested in embroidery and opera. Aren't you good at both of these things? Are you good at it? You will become friends easily."

Shen Xiuwan heard that her elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law mentioned that many things that were not convenient for men to come forward were solved by their wives, such as connecting two officials through the friendship between women, and such as charity condolences and so on.

Shen Xiuwan was honored to have the opportunity to help Jincheng.

This was the first time she felt needed by him, and she was determined to do this beautifully and never embarrass him.

When Shen Xiuwan stood up, she heard a compliment coming from behind:
  "Hey, the embroidery on this cheongsam is really beautiful!"

She turned around and looked around. The person speaking was a middle-aged noble lady. She was fair, plump and gentle, and her carefully painted eyebrows were particularly beautiful and dignified.

Shen Xiuwan recognized that this was Jin Hu's wife Chen Rong. She had seen her photo in Jincheng, but the other party probably didn't know her.

She was holding a black handbag and said with a smile: "Thank you madam for the compliment. I disliked the cheongsam being too plain, so I embroidered it myself in my spare time." Chen Rong came over to take a closer look, and while looking at it, she praised: "Such craftsmanship, You have to be an embroiderer for ten or twenty years to practice it! You are so talented at such a young age!"

Shen Xiuwan said softly: "Madam, you also know embroidery?"

"Of course." When it came to embroidery, Chen Rong was a little proud at first, but after seeing the hydrangeas on Shen Xiuwan's cheongsam again, she felt ashamed again, "It's just a far cry from you. What's your name? What's your name at home? Is this it?"

Shen Xiuwan followed Jincheng's instructions and lied to her: "My name is He Wanwan. My mother is an embroiderer in Suzhou and Hangzhou. On her order, I came to Yanjing to visit relatives and find ways to sell a few pairs of her hand-embroidered clothes." Embroidery, I will only stay here for half a month."

Chen Rong held her hand and looked at her appearance carefully. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her.

She said lovingly: "Is there a place to stay? If not, why not stay at my house? Several guest rooms in my house are still empty. My eldest son has gone abroad to study abroad, and the younger son is studying in Yanjing University. At your age It’s similar, there should be a lot of common topics.”

Shen Xiu politely thanked her for her kindness and said that she was temporarily staying with relatives.

The two chatted happily. Chen Rong invited her to eat vegetarian food at Xiangji Temple and agreed to meet at the Pearl Coffee Shop in Baihua Hutong at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. She wanted to see her mother's embroidery.

Back at Fu Mansion, Shen Xiuwan picked out two pairs of good embroideries from her own embroidery, intending to use them as "mother's embroidery".

She liked Chen Rong very much. Such an older, compassionate and willing to appreciate her was the first woman she met after coming to Yanjing. Today they met at Xiangji Temple. When they became familiar with each other, Chen Rong held her hand. The hand told her not to see anyone outside and just call her "Aunt Chen", but she lovingly called her "Awan".

This made Shen Xiuwan think of her mother.

Mom also likes to call her "Awan".

After wrapping up her embroidery, when she saw Fu Jincheng coming in, she couldn't help but ask, "Has dad returned to the Northeast?"

Fu Jincheng sat on the sofa and nodded slightly.

Shen Xiuwan said again: "Jincheng, I don't understand why I lied to Aunt Chen."

Fu Jincheng looked at her and took a drag on the cigarette in his hand.

She called Chen Rong - Aunt Chen.

The corners of his lips curved a little more, but he didn't know whether it was relief or sarcasm.

The sterling silver carved full-length mirror in the corner of the room was polished very brightly. In the mirror, a girl wearing a cheongsam was slim and graceful, her black hair tied up was warm and shiny, her fair cheeks were pink, and even the twilight fell on her body. They all seemed to be the color of pearls.

Fu Jincheng sat there, wearing a tailor-made black suit with dark patterns that outlined his tall and straight figure. The silver cufflinks reflected the cold metal light. The tall bridge of his nose still wore the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the lenses were shining brightly. Covering his beautiful and narrow eyes, everything about him is so cold and unreal.

The dusk light shone in through the window, cutting a natural barrier between the two.

Seeing that Fu Jincheng didn't answer, Shen Xiuwan crossed the dim light and leaned gently against the armrest of the sofa: "Jincheng?"

Fu Jincheng grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms. He leaned forward slightly and put out the cigarette in the glass ashtray with his other hand.

He lowered his head and kissed the small cinnabar mole on the bridge of her nose: "I have my own reasons, you just need to be obedient."

Something flashed in Shen Xiuwan's mind, making her a little uneasy.

But after a flash, all that was left was joy, as if she was no longer a useless vase.

Her whole body went limp, and she climbed up to the man's neck without giving up, and kissed his thin lips obediently and passionately.

She seems to have integrated into the world of Jincheng.

(End of this chapter)