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

There was a thin layer of frost on the window glass, making it difficult to see the stars in the sky.

Yunzhu could not answer Shen Xiuwan's confusion.

Shen Xiuwan returned to the bedroom, and Shuangshuang was sleeping soundly.

She sat on the sofa and saw that there was half a box of cigarettes left by Jincheng on the coffee table. She couldn't help but take one out and light it by accident.

She didn't know how to smoke, so she just stared quietly.

The orange-red cigarette butt was particularly eye-catching in the dim room. Her eyes moved with the swirling smoke, and finally settled on the wedding photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, she smiles like a flower, and her eyes are full of longing for marriage.

If she and Jincheng were asked to take a wedding photo now, would she still be able to smile like this?

Shen Xiuwan was not sure.

The cigarette gradually burned out.

She put the cigarette butt into the ashtray and whispered softly: "Everything in this world will change."

Candles will be replaced by electric lights, carriages will be replaced by cars, hand-cranked boats will be replaced by steam ferries, and even generations of dynasties will change and evolve in the torrent of history.

Everything will change.

Not to mention the human heart.

That night, Shen Xiuwan suddenly believed that the love in people's hearts has a shelf life.

Maybe one day in the future, she will suddenly stop loving Fu Jincheng.

Tonight, everyone in Fu Mansion has trouble sleeping.

Fu Yinhong stood alone in the broken and messy room, holding a bottle of foreign wine in her hand.

Cen Qingru took away the maids and old ladies who were serving him. His mother blamed him for not being able to coax his wife, and ordered that other servants in the house not be allowed to help clean. But he himself didn't touch Yang Chun Shui, so how could he clean the room by himself?

It would be great if Xiao Fang was here.

A virtuous woman like her would definitely not leave the room in a mess.

Fu Yinhong thought about it and took a sip of wine in annoyance.

He put the wine bottle on the ground and picked up the scattered photos first.

Although the picture was not very clear, he and Xiao Fang could be recognized above.

He didn't know when Cen Qingru started investigating him. Maybe it was when she discovered that the jewelry she locked in the safe was missing, or maybe it was earlier.

It can be seen that it is not a good thing for women to be smart.

Women who are too smart will only make the house restless.

He impatiently opened the desk drawer and was about to put the photos in, but he noticed that there was a thick pile of letters hidden deep in the drawer, neatly tied with red thread.

He opened the envelope, and the letter inside was yellowed and brittle.

It was actually a correspondence between him and Cen Qingru more than ten years ago.

Fu Yinhong suddenly remembered what happened when he was a teenager.

That year, as a young master who had returned from studying abroad, he was very high-spirited in Yanjing City.

His family arranged a marriage for him, but he refused, claiming that times had changed and that the practice of parents ordering matchmakers was no longer popular abroad and that he would choose a bride himself.

He attended various high-class banquets and secretly rated the women around him. Some were not beautiful enough, some were not plump enough, and some were not gentle enough. He wandered in Vanity Fair for two years, but he could not find a perfect woman——

Until he met Cen Qingru.

At that time, the eldest son of the Xue family held a birthday party at the Imperial City Restaurant. As Mr. Xue's dance partner, Cen Qingru was so good at social dancing that she amazed everyone when she first appeared.

In the evening, Mr. Xue organized a card game, and he and Cen Qingru happened to be at the same table.

Cen Qingru is very smart. She can calculate the mahjong cards. In just one hour, she won all the money of everyone else at the table.

She drank coffee elegantly: "This card game was very enjoyable, it's time for us to end."

But he couldn't bear to let her go.

He said diligently: "It's rare for Miss Cen to come out to play. Can we play for a while?"

“You’ve lost all your money, what are you still playing with?”

He took off his gold collar clip and Swiss watch and said with a smile: "Let's play dice." In the end, in just a quarter of an hour, he lost everything again.

He was so embarrassed that he wanted to stay with Cen Qingru for a while longer, but he couldn't find any reason.

"Okay, I don't want your lapel and watch." Cen Qingru stood up with her handbag and looked at him with a smile, "Why don't you take me home, Mr. Fu?"

The lighting in the box was very dim.

Fu Yinhong remembers that Cen Qing at that time had an oval face and willow eyebrows, wore a new style cheongsam, and when she smiled, her eyes were as sweet and watery as crescent moons.

He is extremely considerate and intelligent.

At that moment, he swore that he would marry her in this life.

Later they fell in love.

Telephones were not yet widely available, so they wrote letters to each other.

Letters were sent one after another, and I wished I could write four or five in a day.

——I passed by the garden this morning and saw two cats fighting. I found it very interesting, so I drew it specifically to relieve Qingqing's boredom.

——What a strange thing. Unexpectedly, in the winter, a rose bloomed in our garden. Mom wants to invite her close friends to come and enjoy the flowers, but I personally think that only Qingqing is worthy of that red rose. I specially folded roses and gave them to Qingqing. I wonder if I can make Qingqing smile?

……

He wants to marry Cen Qingru.

On the day he told his mother, she was surprised and happy. She told him that the fiancée he had arranged for back then was originally a young lady from the Cen family.

His mother said that he and Qingqing were so destined that their marriage would be long and harmonious.

The bedroom was filled with the drunkenness of foreign wine.

Fu Yinhong buried her head in reading the letter.

The letter paper is yellowed and the handwriting has been mottled.

But what hits my face is the warm and sincere love from the past.

It turned out that Cen Qingru had made his heart move so much, and she had been the perfect woman in his heart.

He liked her beauty and her ice-snow intelligence.

But since when did this all change?

The passing time seemed to have stolen his memory and tampered with his heart, making him forget that he had loved his wife so passionately.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yinhong put away the letters silently.

His eyes fell on the pile of photos next to him again.

Looking at the intertwined bodies, a strong disgust suddenly arose in his heart.

He picked up the lighter and lit the pile of photos without hesitation.

The firelight reflected in the mirror.

Fu Yinhong rummaged through the trunk and found the shirt and suit she had worn when she got married.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and left Fu's mansion regardless of the fact that it was already late at night.

In the ancient silver-carved dressing mirror, the firelight of the photo gradually extinguished, and the golden sparks were bright and dim, vaguely reflecting the broken wedding photo on the ground. The woman's grand and white wedding dress seemed to be swallowed by the fire, and the light and shadow were distorted. In the wedding photo The two faces gradually become absurd and comical.

……

A black car cuts through the night.

The car window glass vaguely reflected Fu Jincheng's face.

He lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs: "How long will it take?"

Adjutant Fang glanced at the rearview mirror: "We'll be at the station in ten minutes."

Since he reported the phone call to Third Master, Third Master asked his subordinates to go to the airport to intercept Miss Zhou, but no one was found all day long.

The Third Master asked someone to check the train station's departure timetable and found out that there was a train to Shanghai at night, so he went to the station himself after finishing work.

The third master does not want Miss Zhou to leave Yanjing. (End of chapter)