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

"I..." Shen Xiuwan still hesitated, "I'll think about it..."

Xue Qinzhen was impatient: "The stock bank will open at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. If it's later, when other people know the news, we won't be able to grab it! I said, will you participate or not, but give us a happy word?"

"Yes," Cen Qingru couldn't help but urge, "Xiuwan, if you refuse, we will contact others now."

Shen Xiuwan clenched her handbag uneasily.

An image of Jincheng and Zhou Cibai standing together emerged in her mind, and she guessed that Jincheng preferred Zhou Cibai, a woman who could make money and have ideas.

If she could make a ton of money...

Will Jincheng be impressed by her?
  Thinking of this, Shen Xiuwan gritted her teeth, nodded and said, "Then I will join you."

That night.

Shen Xiuwan finished telling Shuangshuang a bedtime story.

The little girl hugged the little bear and said in a childish voice under the quilt: "Mom, dad hasn't come back yet?"

Shen Xiuwan closed the storybook and felt sad.

The little girl was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes, but she still thought about her father...

She smiled to hide her sadness and tucked Shuangshuang's quilt: "Dad has to socialize outside. Shuangshuang sleeps well. Maybe she will be able to see him when she opens her eyes tomorrow morning."

"Ok!"

The little girl smiled sweetly and closed her eyes happily.

Shen Xiuwan closed the door for her and returned to her room thoughtfully.

She sat in front of the desk and looked at the lonely moon outside the window. It wasn't until the middle of the moon that she felt her hands and feet were cold. She suddenly realized that she had been sitting there until midnight.

She was about to get up and take a shower when Fu Jincheng suddenly opened the door and walked in.

"Jincheng?!"

Shen Xiuwan was surprised, and then a little happy.

She thought Jincheng would go find Zhou Cibai tonight!

She asked diligently: "Are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen to get you some midnight snacks -"

"I've eaten outside." Fu Jincheng's voice was calm, and he turned around and took off his windbreaker.

Shen Xiuwan glanced at the mirror not far away and noticed that she was still dressed in the same outfit as during the day.

She touched her permed hair, couldn't help but stand up straight, and stroked the wrinkled hem of her skirt, her heart beating uneasily and expectantly.

Jincheng probably hasn't noticed her change yet.

Deep in her heart, there was still a glimmer of hope to save Jincheng. With her eyes like the moon, she asked softly: "Jincheng, do you think I look good dressed like this?"

Fu Jincheng hung the windbreaker on the hanger and looked back at her: "It's not suitable for you."

Shen Xiuwan was stunned.

It was like a basin of cold water poured down from head to toe, and she felt a chill all over her body. Her hands hanging by her legs curled up quietly, and her cheeks were burning.

She forced a smile: "But Yunzhu and the others said it looks good this way..."

"Don't you think this style of dressing is very similar to Zhou Cibai?" Fu Jincheng turned his back to Shen Xiuwan and stretched out his hand to arrange the black windbreaker hanging on the hanger. "She suits this style, but you don't. You do it It’s a bit nondescript like this.”

Very similar to Zhou Cibai...

nondescript……

Shen Xiuwan bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

The blood in his body was solidified and cold, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow for people to watch, only to be laughed at by the onlookers for being bloated and ugly.

She clutched tightly the white shirt with a bow ribbon. She dressed up for a long time. She originally looked forward to Jincheng's expression when he saw her wearing a dress and perming her hair, but now she was only filled with shame and embarrassment.

She ducked into the bathroom with a red face, as if running away.

Even through the closed door, Fu Jincheng soon heard the woman's suppressed cries.

He raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked to the bathroom door, reaching out and knocking on the door: "Shen Xiuwan?"

He just made a few honest comments. Did she cry like this?

Those who didn't know thought how much injustice he had caused her. Shen Xiuwan refused to open the door.

The sound of running water from the shower came out, mixed with the woman's choked sobs.

Fu Jincheng stood outside the door for a moment. Seeing that she had no intention of opening the door, he sat on the sofa and slowly lit a cigarette.

Smoky.

The gold-rimmed glasses reflected the dim light of the desk lamp, blocking the emotion in the man's eyes.

Until there were three more cigarette butts in the ashtray, the bathroom door still didn't open.

The sound of water in the shower stopped, and it was surprisingly quiet inside.

Fu Jincheng leaned forward and put out the fourth cigarette in the ashtray: "Shen Xiuwan, do you plan to sleep in it tonight?"

After a while, a hoarse and embarrassed voice came from inside: "I forgot to take my pajamas. Well, can you help me get them? It's on the far right side of the closet..."

Fu Jincheng stood up and walked to the closet.

His and Shen Xiuwan's wardrobes are separate.

This was the first time he opened her wardrobe after getting married.

She doesn't have many clothes, almost all of them are cheongsam.

It is neatly ironed and has a nice soap smell.

He found a set of cotton pajamas on the far right and was about to close the cupboard door when he suddenly noticed a small box carved from rosewood hidden in the corner of the cupboard.

The box is not locked.

He opened it and found a neatly folded piece of silk cloth inside.

He opened the silk cloth and was speechless.

There were a few old blood stains in the middle of the silk fabric. They were actually the red stains she had cut off from the quilt after he and Shen Xiuwan consummated their marriage!
  What an ancient feudal thing this is!
  In other words, Shen Xiuwan kept it like a treasure!
  Fu Jincheng resisted the urge to burn the thing, folded it up and put it back for her, and found that there were some gadgets hidden in the box, such as an old men's wallet, broken gold-rimmed glasses, Broken tie clip, old silver lighter without oil, crushed cigarette box.

It's all trash he threw away.

And the two train ticket stubs they came back from Suzhou together.

She actually kept them one by one and hid them in the box as if they were treasures.

Fu Jincheng was speechless for a moment.

He closed the closet in silence, walked to the bathroom door, and passed the pajamas in through the crack that Shen Xiuwan opened from the inside.

Shen Xiuwan washed for too long.

She was a little dizzy when she came out, and her face was rosier than usual.

She sat on the edge of the bed, stroked her long hair to her chest, lowered her eyes and asked, "Are you... going to sleep in the study tonight?"

She exuded the rich sweetness of rose soap.

Fu Jincheng stood in front of her and stretched out his hand to lift her face.

Four eyes facing each other.

Under the dim desk lamp, the woman's crying eyes were moist and reddish.

Those round black pupils were firmly occupied by his figure, as if they were silently accusing him of his indifference, and also seemed to be begging for his mercy. The small cinnabar mole on her nose made her feel more excited at night like this. A bit feminine.

Fu Jincheng's eyes were dark, he leaned forward and kissed her small mole, and placed his big palm on her waist.

Shen Xiuwan stretched out her arms to hold his neck.

As Fu Jincheng kissed her lips, the two of them fell towards Simmons.

Shen Xiuwan bit the man's neck with red eyes.

She loves Fu Jincheng.

I also hate Fu Jincheng.

(End of this chapter)