Fu Jichen seed not to notice Yin Shuyao, arranging the buttons of his suit as he passed her, entering the private room and seating himself elegantly and distantly, perfectly embodying the deanor of soone in a position of power.
Ever since Fu Jichen appeared here, Yin Shuyao had lost her composure; it didn’t align with her expectations at all. She didn’t know where to place her hands and feet, and her mind seed unable to function.
She stood at the entrance of the private room like a wooden stump.
It wasn’t until the waiter ca with the nu and spoke that her senses were called back: "Hello, Miss, would you like to order now?"
Yin Shuyao bit her lip, not daring to turn around to look at Fu Jichen, her fingers going from cold to slightly trembling.
"Give it to ." Fu Jichen gestured to the waiter, uttering his first words since arriving here with a tone as calm as ice, betraying no emotion.
The waiter nodded, bypassed Yin Shuyao at the door, and handed the nu to Fu Jichen.
Fu Jichen didn’t look closely, tapping a few tis on the nu and ordering a few signature dishes from the place. The waiter took the nu, said, "Just a mont," and then left the private room.
Yin Shuyao remained in that frozen posture, neither advancing nor retreating; her real desire was to flee, but reason did not allow her.
"Miss Yin." Fu Jichen picked up the teapot from the table and poured himself a cup of tea, speaking unhurriedly, "Tonight should have been Jianian who ca to the appointnt. Since she’s unavailable, I, as her husband, ca. We are one, so whatever you need to say to her, you can say to , and I can pass it along to her all the sa."
Yin Shuyao slowly turned around, her face pale, eyes filled with fear towards Fu Jichen, like soone just learning to walk, she stiffly walked step by step back to the table, sitting as far away from Fu Jichen as possible.
She attempted to pull out a relaxed smile, but it was more difficult than crying: "I... I had no other intention in looking for Jianian, it’s just... just I saw news about her online, very unexpected... and worried, I wanted to see how she was doing in person. Mr. Fu, don’t misunderstand."
The hand Yin Shuyao had under the table tightly gripped her skirt, a layer of cold sweat in her palm, her words coming out haltingly.
"Is that so?" Fu Jichen took a sip of tea, raising his eyes to look at her.
Just one glance, and it seed like he could see through all the dark thoughts in her heart.
Yin Shuyao felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles. She had been careless; even if Shen Jianian forgot the past, Fu Jichen rembered. They are now husband and wife; how could Shen Jianian’s every action escape Fu Jichen’s notice?
"Yes... yes, that’s it." Yin Shuyao lowered her eyelids, her voice weak, continuing to smooth over her words, "I just wanted to catch up with her. In the past it was my fault, but it’s all over now, and I deeply realize my mistakes, and I won’t make them again. After all, we are Jianian’s family; she doesn’t have many relatives in this world."
Fu Jichen curled his lips, the smile very faint: "Do you believe what you’re saying, Miss Yin?"
Yin Shuyao’s lips quivered, the last trace of color drained from her face.
The waiter happened to enter with the dishes, saving her; she took the opportunity to take a breath, or she’d suffocate herself.
The dishes were quickly served, and the waiter left, returning the private room to silence.
Yin Shuyao clutched her fingers, forcing herself not to show fear, organizing her thoughts before speaking again: "I know that what I did before left a bad impression on you, I’ve paid for my mistakes. I divorced Qin Fan... now living with my parents in Beicheng, doing small business, whenever I think of the past, I feel guilty and want to make it up to Jianian... I hope she can give us a chance."
Fu Jichen probably found what she said amusing, the smile on his lips never fading.
Yin Shuyao quickly glanced at him and closed her mouth. She didn’t know why, but just the way this man smiled at her made her feel as though soone was choking her, a suffocating sensation.
Fu Jichen placed the teacup on the table, the gentle sound seed to crash heavily on Yin Shuyao’s heart, making her shiver slightly.
"I didn’t co here today to hear you say these things." Fu Jichen’s patience was wearing thin, raising his deep eyes to look directly at her, like a sharp blade, making it impossible for the person he stared at to hide, "Jianian is doing well now; she doesn’t need so-called relatives. Whatever your intentions, I advise you to dispel them early. Otherwise..."
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