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

Gu Lingjun almost forgot how he walked out of Fu's mansion.

Mrs. Fu refused to accept his fruits and liquor and ordered her servants to bring them out and return them to him.

He carried those things and walked alone on the streets of Yanjing. The autumn sun was very warm today, but he couldn't feel any warmth at all. He was out of tune with the city's bustling lights and feasting. He could only see the cold west wind blowing down the branches. With the sycamore leaves on his head, he could only remember that when winter came, he would have to spend an extra sum of money to buy cotton-padded clothes.

He suddenly stopped outside a Western restaurant.

Through the glass window, you can vaguely see the young ladies from wealthy families sitting inside. They are changing cups and cups, and they are far more interested in chatting than in delicious food.

The waiters wearing bow ties brought the steaming steaks, and the service was attentive and attentive.

Gu Lingjun couldn't help but think of three years ago.

That year he took Yunzhu out to play. They climbed Xiangshan Mountain for a day and returned to the city in the evening. Yunzhu said that he wanted to eat steak, but he was short of money. He didn't know how much a steak would cost. He looked at it from a distance. Looking at those exquisitely decorated Western restaurants, I don’t even have the courage to step in.

When he was embarrassed, Yunzhu suddenly took his arm and changed his mind and said he wanted to eat wontons.

They were sitting at a wonton stall on the roadside. It was also such a late autumn, but the weather was even colder. People's hands were cold from the cold. Cars were coming and going on the road. He and Yunzhu sat in the cold wind and waited for a long time. Finally, the stall owner brought out two bowls of wontons.

Yunzhu put her hands on the wall of the wonton bowl to keep warm, and praised: "These wontons are so delicious. Lingjun, you don't know that I love wontons the most. Sprinkle some chopped green onion and pair them with refreshing pickles. I can eat two bowls!"

At that time, Gu Lingjun didn't know that Yunzhu was coaxing him.

He believed it.

He put the poached eggs in his bowl into hers: "Then I'll bring you to eat next time."

Yunzhu held her face in her hands, looking at him with eyes full of him. She smiled until her eyebrows were as crescent-shaped as a smile: "Lingjun, why are you so considerate? Are you also so considerate to your ex-girlfriend?"

Gu Lingjun blushed: "I don't have an ex-girlfriend. I am the eldest in the family. The chickens at home lay eggs, and they are all given to my younger brothers and sisters."

"I'm not your younger brother or sister. I think you can also eat eggs." Yunzhu put the poached eggs back into his bowl, "Lingjun, you are too thin. I feel distressed when I see you. You should eat more." Nutritious stuff.”

From then on, Yunzhu always brought him some delicious food.

Such as canned fish, sausages, braised beef.

He refused to accept it because it was too expensive, so she secretly hid the food in his quilt.

When he lifted the quilt every night and saw the food, he always felt that Yunzhu was like a proud kitten with its tail raised high. It liked to sneak back some food from hunting outside and quietly feed it to him by fingering it with its paws.

It made him both helpless and happy.

The smell of steak wafted out from the Western restaurant.

It is very fragrant, more fragrant than wontons.

On the streets of Yanjing, Gu Lingjun suddenly collapsed and squatted down.

It turns out that it’s not that men can’t treat women to wontons, but they can’t treat women to wontons for the rest of their lives.

"Yunzhu..."

The seven-foot man burst into tears.

……

Fu Mansion.

Shen Xiuwan accepted Zhou Cibai's commission and did not dare to delay the construction period. It happened that Zhou Cibai sent someone to deliver the materials, deposit and contract, so she went back to her room to get busy after seeing Gu Lingjun off.

When Fu Jincheng came in, she was sitting by the window embroidering.

The sun shines on the side of her face. The woman's profile is beautiful, her skin is as transparent as snow jade, her hair hanging down in front of her forehead emits a light golden glow, and her amber eyes are focused and surprisingly focused. . Only then did he notice that Shen Xiuwan's fingers were very slender and nimble. She seemed to have never dyed her nails. Her neat and clean nails were like shells, with a pale pink glow in the sunlight. Her little finger was slightly raised, with a little bit of charm.

This was Fu Jincheng's first time watching Shen Xiuwan embroider.

He originally planned to just go back to his room to grab a coat and leave, but he was attracted to her for some reason, so he sat on the sofa and quietly watched her sewing.

He was not a person who took time off, but watching her embroidery, his heart became calm and peaceful inexplicably, as if it was filled with something.

The clock was ticking. I don’t know how long it had passed. Some exquisite patterns gradually appeared on the embroidered cloth, such as the ancient lotus caisson pattern. The colors were bold and gorgeous, which reminded him of those colorful northwest murals.

His eyes fell on Shen Xiuwan's face again.

The long-term concentration was too much for her. She let out a breath, put down the embroidery needle and rubbed her eyes, then looked at the piece of embroidered cloth thoughtfully, probably thinking about how to embroider next.

Only then did Shen Xiuwan notice that Fu Jincheng was sitting in the room.

She stood up quickly: "Jincheng?"

"Sit down." Fu Jincheng's voice was calm, "I see you embroidering, it's very interesting."

Shen Xiuwan was a little restrained.

She didn't know whether he was praising or criticizing, but it didn't look like he was disgusted by his expression.

She remembered that he didn't like her embroidery in the past and once commented that it was "the foot-binding cloth of the feudal dynasty." She never thought that one day, he would watch her embroidery seriously.

"Ms. Zhou entrusted me to embroider some patterns for her. She wants to use them in the fashion show next month." Shen Xiuwan said softly, "Ms. Zhou is very polite. In my opinion, we are all friends and I am embarrassed to accept the money, but she insisted. She paid me a deposit and carefully drafted a contract. Jincheng, do you think I should return the deposit to her?"

"Brothers have settled accounts openly, let alone you?" Fu Jincheng denied, "She has such a temperament and pursues the ultimate perfection in her work. If you don't do well, she will reprimand you like other employees. A contract was drawn up , so that you can get along more easily at work."

A trace of disappointment flashed across Shen Xiuwan's almond-shaped eyes.

Her husband knew everything about Zhou Cibai.

After all, they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

She suppressed the jealousy and sadness in her heart and changed the subject: "By the way, Yunzhu is coming back soon. Should I tell her about Mr. Gu's visit?"

Fu Jincheng paused while opening the newspaper, and then said: "No need."

"Why? I saw that my mother was polite to Mr. Gu today, and she didn't seem to reject him completely. He is a progressive young man, and he has a good relationship with Yunzhu. Our family broke up with them three years ago. Could it be that the three of us broke up? Will we break them up again in the next year?”

Fu Jincheng raised his head.

The woman stood in the light, her face full of innocence.

He whispered: "Why are you so stupid? Today, my mother's meaning is very clear. The Fu family does not despise Gu Lingjun. They did not despise Gu Lingjun three years ago, and they will despise him three years later."

"But don't you believe in free love? They are in love -"

"Shen Xiuwan, marriage is not love. Marriage is a marriage between two families based on the material basis of both parties. If Gu Lingjun and Yunzhu are not in the same household, what will be the consequences?"

Wrong door, wrong door...

Shen Xiuwan lowered her eyelashes and couldn't help but think of her and Jincheng.

Fu Jincheng continued: "For example, you, your food and clothing are all provided by the Fu family, and the money you have on hand is also given to you by me. If Yunzhu marries Gu Lingjun, do you want Gu Lingjun to be a grown man? Like you, relying on the Fu family for everything?"

The man's voice was cold and there was no warmth in the words. (End of chapter)