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

Yanjing is particularly cold at night, but the train station is still crowded.

Fu Jincheng stepped into the station, and the train bound for Shanghai happened to arrive.

A vendor pushed a cart selling peanuts, melon seeds and sesame candies in the station. Passengers carried large and small bags of luggage on the platform. Fu Jincheng quickly found the tall and slender figure in the crowd.

"Zhou Cibai!"

Zhou Cibai was carrying a suitcase and wearing a fedora, when she suddenly heard someone calling her from behind.

She looked back and saw Fu Jincheng from a distance through the crowded passengers.

She pursed her red lips, and her bright, upturned eyes showed complicated emotions.

Without waiting for her to speak, Fu Jincheng pushed through the crowd and came towards her regardless. It wasn't until he held her arm tightly and touched the real softness and warmth that he seemed relieved.

He asked: "Why are you leaving?"

"I have already arranged the fashion orders and work here," Zhou Cibai said softly, "there are still important things in Paris waiting for me to go back and handle them personally. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't stay to participate in the preparations you have made for me. birthday party.”

The train whistle sounded, urging passengers to board as quickly as possible.

Fu Jincheng stared into Zhou Cibai's eyes: "Is it because of work, or because you want to avoid me? Since when did I become a scourge in front of you?"

Zhou Cibai turned away.

"Are you guilty?" Fu Jincheng refused to let her go, "Are you guilty because you still love me?"

Zhou Cibai looked at him suddenly.

It was still the face she was familiar with, handsome and graceful, but the corners of his brows and eyes were filled with a hostility and sinisterness that had never been seen in the past, like a sharp blade being pulled out of its scabbard, ruthlessly cutting open her heart. The deepest secret in her heart was revealed.

How would she answer?

Answer Does she still love him?

She doesn't have that face.

It was she who took the initiative to end the relationship, and who tacitly allowed Jincheng to marry his wife.

Now that she admits that she still likes him, what has become of her?

She raised her chin, and her bright and charming face looked particularly cold and stubborn in the shadow of the train. She was Zhou Cibai, the beautiful, powerful and ambitious sister Zhou who everyone said. She would never destroy other people's marriages. third party.

"The train is about to leave," Zhou Cibai lowered his felt hat, "Jincheng, let go."

Just at this moment, an old lady and her grandson hurriedly ran into the platform. While squeezing Zhou Cibai out of the way, she shouted: "Mali'er, get out of the way, don't get in the way! Men and women are in chaos now, so I'm in a hurry here." Flirting with shame!"

Zhou Cibai was caught off guard and was hit on the shoulder, falling into Fu Jincheng's arms.

Perhaps because of the old lady's words, perhaps because of Fu Jincheng's embrace, Zhou Cibai's cheeks became hot, and his face turned red and white. He turned around and said, "I should go -"

"Even if you want to leave, you have to give me an answer first." Fu Jincheng interrupted her, "Do you still love me?"

Zhou Cibai turned his back to him.

The wind picked up in the station and blew the corners of her clothes away.

She closed her eyes, and the past and Jincheng reappeared in her mind like a revolving lantern.

She is leaving.

Maybe I will never set foot on this land again in the future.

Across the vast ocean, she will never see Jincheng again in her life.

She opened her eyes and admitted with all her might: "Yes, I still love you, even more than I did ten years ago! When I returned to China this time, I saw that you have such a wonderful wife and daughter, and I felt uncomfortable and jealous. I I even selfishly hope that your marriage will not go smoothly, and hope that you will still love me as you did ten years ago! Fu Jincheng, I am actually an extremely selfish woman. I don’t want to destroy your family. I finally gathered up the courage. Only tonight, just Only tonight can I leave you decisively, please don’t let me become the kind of person I hate!”

The train is about to close its doors.

The moment Zhou Cibai walked decisively towards the car door, Fu Jincheng held her arm again and hugged her into his arms.

He put one hand around her waist, held her head with the other, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Behind the two of them, the train rumbled off, moving forward along the tracks and heading into the endless darkness of the night.

Fine snow fell from the night sky. Lonely and floating, like burning gray flying catkins.

Zhou Cibai opened his eyes wide in shock.

She was like a flood that had completely burst its banks. Even her sense of morality could not restrain the surging emotions that had been suppressed for too long.

The black suitcase fell to the ground, and she hugged the man in front of her tightly. All the grievances and loneliness she had experienced in the past ten years were vented at this moment. It seemed that only in front of Fu Jincheng could she be the innocent, kind and loved person she once was. Zhou Cibai.

The man's deep kiss was so familiar that she seemed to have returned to ten years ago.

She closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Fu Jincheng still loves her.

Love her as much as she expected.

She was happy and sad at the same time.

She thought that maybe she would never have the courage to leave Fu Jincheng again.

The car left the train station.

The orange headlights reflected the rapidly receding snow on the road. Fu Jincheng and Zhou Cibai sat in the back seat silently, their faces flickering in and out of the streetlights outside the window.

Adjutant Fang looked in the rearview mirror and carefully broke the silence in the car: "Third Master, where are we going now? Shall we take Miss Bai back to Bai Mansion first?"

In the rearview mirror, Fu Jincheng's face was hidden in the dim light.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly took Zhou Cibai's hand and intertwined his fingers with hers.

He said: "Go back to my private house."

Zhou Cibai wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he chose silence.

She tilted her head and looked out the window at the flying snow.

The snow is getting heavier.

She didn't know what Yanjing City would look like tomorrow.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a small western-style building.

Fu Jincheng led Zhou Cibai out of the car, and the oncoming heavy snow was falling. For some reason, the scene in Gusu that year, when he led Shen Xiuwan through those old alleys, suddenly appeared in his mind.

The night was so deep, Shen Xiuwan had probably fallen asleep with Shuangshuang.

She is very afraid of the cold. Even if the Fu Mansion is equipped with heating, she still has to cover herself with a thick quilt.

"Third Master!"

The servants in the foreign-style building came to greet him.

Fu Jincheng came to his senses, took off his coat and handed it to her.

He didn't know why he thought of Shen Xiuwan so distractedly just now.

Maybe it's because they have been husband and wife for seven years and lived under the same roof for seven years.

The upstairs room was brightly lit and the fireplace was warm.

Fu Jincheng hugged Zhou Cibai.

He doesn't want the old feudal arranged marriage, and he doesn't want a bride chosen for him by his elders.

He only wants the lover he loved deeply when he was young.

The scent of white rose perfume from Zhou Cibai penetrated the tip of Fu Jincheng's nose. In a daze, he almost thought that the woman in his arms was Shen Xiuwan. He raised the woman's face and made eye contact. He was convinced that the woman accompanying him tonight was Shen Xiuwan. His love for many years.

He chose Zhou Cibai, and he will never regret it.