The two agreed on a specific ti and place to et, ending the call.
Shen Jianian put down her phone and continued to clean.
*
Fu Jichen had no social engagents in the evening. After finishing his work in the afternoon, he called Shen Jianian to inform her that he would first visit the old house and would be back later to have dinner with her.
As expected, the old man threw a fit and refused to see Fu Jichen at all. In the study, he picked up the teacup from the table and smashed it against the closed door, yelling at Fu Jichen to get as far away as possible.
Fu Jichen stood outside the door with his head lowered, trying to comfort the old man gently, but he received no response. After waiting for a while, he said, "I’ll co to see you another day" and turned to leave.
As soon as he left, the old man beca even angrier.
Anger aside, there was nothing he could do. Fu Jichen had acted first and reported later, having gotten the marriage certificate with the Shen Family’s daughter. The two were in a legally protected marital relationship, and breaking it off wasn’t possible.
When Fu Jichen got ho, Shen Jianian was cooking in the kitchen. Fu Jichen took off his suit and hung it up, rolled up his sleeves, and strolled into the kitchen to help her.
Shen Jianian had already made three dishes, and there was just one more soup to prepare before dinner.
"Let’s move back to Yunding Palace tomorrow." Fu Jichen pulled her aside and took over her cooking station, continuing to prepare the remaining soup, "It’s closer to your orchestra’s studio, and mainly, soone can take care of you, which reassures . You easily catch colds once it gets cold, and autumn cos quickly. I’ll find a doctor to check you out in a few days before it arrives."
The suggestion to move to Yunding Palace had been ntioned by Fu Jichen once before when they were still dating. Shen Jianian had dismissed it without a second thought. Now things were different; they had the certificate, were a couple, and shouldn’t be too divided.
Shen Jianian watched as he sliced the fish cake into strips, put it into the pot to cook the soup, added chopped greens and beancurd skin, seasoning only with black pepper and salt, letting the fresh flavor erge.
"Don’t want to move there?" Fu Jichen didn’t hear a response from Shen Jianian, so he scooped a little of the soup with a spoon to feed it to her, "Help taste the seasoning."
Shen Jianian pouted and blew on the soup in the spoon, tasted a small sip: "It’s fine." Not too salty or bland, just right; she liked drinking a lightly flavored soup.
Fu Jichen’s eyebrows and eyes filled with delight: "Agree to it?"
"What?"
"I just ntioned moving back to live there. You said it’s fine."
Shen Jianian paused, realizing she was tricked, and she laughed while pinching Fu Jichen’s arm. The man’s muscle was hard, and she couldn’t squeeze it: "I ant the soup’s saltiness is fine, no need to add any more salt."
Fu Jichen also laughed: "Oh."
As he served the soup, Shen Jianian hugged his waist from behind, her eyes curved, laughing sweetly: "Moving back is also fine. This house is rented, and it’s due in a few months."
Fu Jichen was satisfied, covering her small hands around his waist with his big palm: "Wash your hands and let’s eat."
Even when washing hands, the two were close together. Fu Jichen held Shen Jianian’s hands under the faucet, squeezed a pump of hand sanitizer, and the dense white foam covered all four hands, fingers intertwining, scrubbing each other, then rinsing with clean water.
Fu Jichen grabbed the towel from the rack and first dried her hands, then his own: "Let’s move tomorrow. You don’t need to do anything; I’ll hire movers to co."
"By the way, Yin Shuyao contacted today. She’s arrived in Beicheng and asked out for dinner at Lan Gui Court tomorrow night." Shen Jianian took the opportunity to tell Fu Jichen.
Fu Jichen placed the towel back on the rack. Hearing this, his fingers paused slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his dark eyes: "Who did you say?"
"Yin Shuyao. Don’t you know her? She’s my uncle’s daughter, my cousin." Shen Jianian sat at the dining table and served herself a bowl of soup, "I have no idea how she found my contact information."
Fu Jichen slightly pursed his lips, trying hard to recall the image of Shen Jianian’s cousin in his mind. He couldn’t rember what Yin Shuyao looked like anymore. She was a person of no importance, undeserving of occupying his mories, but the things she did were deeply ingrained in his mory.
Arranging for soone to sully Shen Jianian’s purity, smashing Shen Jianian’s mother’s relics, taking possession of Shen Jianian’s beloved cello and then selling it, threatening her with private photos... countless deeds.
Fu Jichen gave Shen Jianian a piece of food, unsure of Yin Shuyao’s intentions but undoubtedly up to no good: "Your cousin..."
Pausing briefly, Fu Jichen straightforwardly said: "Don’t go et her."
Shen Jianian bit the tip of her chopsticks and looked up, her eyes showing confusion as she gazed at him: "Why?"
*
In the evening, Yin Shuyao got dressed and made up early, took a cab to Lan Gui Court.
Standing inside the elevator, she couldn’t help but examine herself in the reflective tal door. The black floral dress she wore was the only slightly decent one she found after rummaging through her closet.
She couldn’t compare to Shen Jianian.
Nowadays, Shen Jianian and Fu Jichen were married, making her the young mistress of the Fu Family, the wife of the CEO of Junshan Group, and an admired goddess online, with more impressive status than when she was the Shen Family’s daughter.
She had to admit, Shen Jianian had good fortune. When her parents were alive, she was a favored daughter, born to enjoy endless wealth and luxury. After her family had issues, she thought Shen Jianian would fall and beco trampled, but unexpectedly, she managed to climb up to the top of the pyramid again by associating with soone as prominent as Fu Jichen.
Looking at herself, miserable and desperate, with a bleak future...
Yin Shuyao stepped out of the elevator in high heels into the reserved private room, holding a cup while feeling a deep sense of imbalance inside.
The door was pushed open, and Yin Shuyao hurriedly put down the teacup, wearing a gentle and lovely expression as she stood up to welco the person. She started to say "Jia," but upon seeing the person who entered, her expression froze.
It was because the person who ca wasn’t who she assud, Shen Jianian; it was Fu Jichen.
Yin Shuyao’s fingertips turned cold, tightly pressing her lips as she swallowed a lump of saliva. From the depths of her heart erged a feeling nad "fear," which quickly spread throughout her entire body.
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