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

Chapter 37 She can’t leave with enough hatred
  Fu Jincheng pushed the lighter in front of him: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Really?!" Shen Yaozu held the lighter ecstatically, wishing he could show it off to his gang of friends immediately, "Thank you, brother-in-law, you are so kind!"

Father Zhao took the opportunity to say: "The third master is good at everything. He is not as powerful as us. After three years in the yamen, he is still just an ordinary clerk. Wherever he goes, he has to look at people's faces. Those who entered the yamen in the same batch as him Everyone is looking for connections to get promoted, but he is the only one who remains unchanged, alas!"

Shen Xiuwan's heart suddenly lifted.

She looked at Jincheng uneasily.

She didn't want to trouble him with these things about her mother's family, and she was afraid that he would look down on her because of these things.

Unexpectedly, Jincheng just smiled lightly and said: "If uncle doesn't mind, for Wanwan's sake, I can write a letter of recommendation for my sister-in-law."

Everyone in the Zhao family suddenly smiled.

Zhao Qiangsheng stood up and toasted Fu Jincheng several glasses of wine excitedly.

The entire private room was filled with guests and hosts having a great time, and the two families looked very harmonious and harmonious.

By the time the meal was over, it was already two hours later.

When going downstairs, He Biqing quietly held Shen Xiuwan's arm, smiling so hard that she couldn't close her mouth: "After all, he is a young master brought up by a big family. He is good at dealing with people and considerate of his wife. He is different from Qiang Sheng and Yaozu! Ah! Wan, this marriage is really good. Mom saw you and your wife loving each other with her own eyes, so I believed that you are really living a good life in Yanjing!"

Shen Xiuwan said nothing.

She knew very well that Jincheng was just acting in front of her family to support her.

He grew up in a place of power, so a dinner like today was quite easy for him.

Back at the ancestral home, He Biqing arranged for people to prepare for the family dinner in the evening.

In the past, Shen Zhongyun and Aunt Sun had already returned to another small home, but now because of Fu Jincheng, Shen Yanyan and Shen Yaozu were all staying in the ancestral house.

For a time, the originally empty and deserted ancestral home was filled with fireworks.

He Biqing took on the role of hostess and was so busy that her feet never touched the floor. At one moment, she asked Yu's mother to stew, and at another, she directed the other two temporarily hired ladies to see the tea and clean the guest rooms. Although she was busy, she wore a satisfied smile the whole time.

She took the time to hold Shen Xiuwan and laughed softly: "Don't look at your dad who usually lives with your aunt. When it comes to big things like sending the old man a funeral and having my aunt go home with you, he still has to come back to us. Grandma The home is the root, he can’t escape.”

Shen Xiuwan knew that her mother loved her father very much.

She also enjoys the feeling that the whole family cannot live without her.

At the family banquet, Fu Jincheng inevitably drank a lot because of Shen Zhongyun and Shen Yaozu. In the end, Shen Xiuwan felt sorry for him and he had to catch a train all night before the family banquet ended.

Tonight, Fu Jincheng and Shen Xiuwan slept in the boudoir where she stayed when she was not out of the palace.

Shen Xiuwan twisted a towel in the hot water basin, handed it to Fu Jincheng to wipe his face, and said sheepishly: "My house is simple, so please make do with it."

Fu Jincheng sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to take the towel.

He glanced at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk and the row of bookshelves against the wall, and commented: "Although there are no decorations, it is very clean and has many books. It looks a bit like a boy's room."

Shen Xiuwan smiled and said yearningly: "I often think that if I give birth to a daughter in the future, I will definitely decorate her room beautifully, just like the room of my elder brother and sister-in-law's daughter, filled with dolls -"

Halfway through her words, she quickly fell silent and carefully looked at Jincheng's face.

She regretted mentioning the child, as if she was urging Jincheng to have a child with her.

Fu Jincheng dropped the subject without leaving any trace: "That's all. This Babu Qiangong bed is really well made."

Shen Xiuwan's eyes immediately lit up: "My grandfather spent several years making this for me with his own hands. Grandpa is a good carpenter, and he also carved the carvings on it himself. He originally planned to give it to me as a dowry, but I didn't expect it. , I ended up marrying so far away, but I couldn’t take her with me after all.”

The lights in Shen's house were dim and yellow.

The girl's eyebrows are curved, as clean as the mountains and rivers of Jiangnan.

Fu Jincheng looked at her: "Your grandfather loves you very much."

"Grandpa loves me the most——" Shen Xiuwan was about to give an example when she suddenly remembered that her grandfather had passed away.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes silently.

Fu Jincheng was also silent. After a moment, he took the girl into his arms and lent her his chest to lean on.

At night, the two of them lay side by side on the bed.

The newly sewn quilt smells of cotton, is thick and warm.

Shen Xiuwan closed her eyes, thinking about everything today.

She married a husband who was a bit bad, but not particularly bad.

He clearly didn't love her, but because of his upbringing, he was willing to travel thousands of miles to save her on the edge of the cliff in the pouring rain, and to maintain her dignity and respect in her natal family.

She was originally extremely disappointed with him, but because of his behavior, her love rekindled like a moth to a flame.

He is such a contradictory man, both gentle and cruel, both affectionate and sentimental, like a burning fire burning Haruyuki, but she is addicted to such a contradiction. She cannot tolerate him loving other women, but not being able to bring enough love to him. The hatred left her, and she survived day after day by picking up candies among the glass shards and eating them.

Her heart was trapped by this contradictory man.

She whispered in the darkness: "Jincheng, thank you for today."

Fu Jincheng said "hmm".

The next day.

Fu Jincheng accompanied Shen Xiuwan to pay homage to Mr. Shen at the grave.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, Shen Xiuwan took him to visit the ancient city of Suzhou and Jinji Lake.

The sun came out today, it was warm by the lake, and there were people fishing.

The two walked along the lake. Shen Xiuwan's cheeks were rosy from the sun. She stopped in front of a small stall selling plum blossom cakes and said with a smile: "Jincheng, I didn't lie to you, right? There are plum blossom cake sellers everywhere in my hometown. Because it is soft and delicious, the elderly and children like to eat it!”

Fu Jincheng remained silent.

He forgot what Shen Xiuwan once said.

I think she said it around the time she cooked two plates of her hometown dishes that day.

Shen Xiuwan bought plum blossom cake and handed him a piece: "Jincheng, try it, it's delicious."

The small pieces of pastry wrapped in old newspapers, so named because they resemble plum blossoms, have just come out of the pan and are exuding the aroma of hot red dates and glutinous rice.

Fu Jincheng took a bite——

Immediately, he frowned in pain and hissed lightly.

Shen Xiuwan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little sorry for him but also a little funny.

The famous third master of the Fu family in Yanjing City would burn his mouth even if he ate a piece of pastry. If the young master of the Bai family and others knew about it, they would definitely not dare to imagine such a scene.

She suppressed her laughter and said softly: "I forgot to tell you that the plum blossom cake that was freshly baked is very hot, mainly because the red bean paste inside is very hot to the mouth. I was also burned when I was a child, and later I developed a habit of eating carefully. The habit of chewing slowly.”

Fu Jincheng looked at her. She was indeed eating very gracefully.

Although it is winter, the wind by the lake today is not cold. It blows a few strands of hair on the girl's forehead, making her profile soft and delicate.

She applied her mother's cream, and Fu Jincheng could even smell a little fragrance in the wind.

It seems to smell better than rose perfume.

He suddenly pointed at the corner of her lips: "There's bean paste here."

(End of this chapter)