When Fu Shiyan was away, servants helped Jiang Shu bathe, which finally made it less embarrassing. So apart from the guilt, she was actually quite comfortable living alone in Mingyuan.
At night, she was still lying on the sofa, typing at his dialog box, but never typed a word.
Fu Shiyan opened the door and saw just such a woman, with long legs that shone white under the light.
"Mr. Fu? You're back." The servant's voice woke up Jiang Shu. She jumped up almost immediately, straightened her clothes, and sat there awkwardly.
Fu Shiyan looked away from her and took off his coat with the servant.
Aunt Liu heard the sound and ran out of the kitchen, "Ayan, you still know how to come back!"
Fu Shiyan pressed his temples and said, "The company is busy."
Aunt Liu coughed, pulled him away, and whispered: "Excuse. I haven't even had a phone call these days. Did you have a quarrel?"
Fu Shiyan glanced sideways and saw Jiang Shu secretly peeking at him with fear in his eyes. Seeing that he noticed, he immediately turned his head.
"She said that?"
"I guess, Xiao Shu didn't say a bad word about you."
"...So be it."
Aunt Liu frowned, "Is it a big deal?"
Is it a big deal to accuse him for another man?
"It's not big." Fu Shiyan said softly, "It's her fault."
Aunt Liu wanted to help Jiang Shu speak, but her throat was blocked for a moment, "Since you are not old, why did you stay away from home for so many days, and who are you showing your face to?"
Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, somewhat incredulously, "She told you that I was scornful?"
"That's what I guessed, why are you so narrow-minded towards Xiao Shu?"
He laughed angrily, "Aunt Liu, what kind of ecstasy soup did she pour into you and grandpa? Where are you from?"
Aunt Liu frowned, "Your grandfather and I are on the side of justice. You didn't handle this matter properly. If there is a conflict, you can't ignore your wife for so many days. She will definitely feel wronged."
Was she wronged? Fu Shiyan was speechless. He had just come in and saw her having fun playing with her mobile phone.
Aunt Liu pushed him towards Jiang Shu, "Go and apologize quickly. The husband and wife had a quarrel at the end of the bed, so they can just calm it down." She suddenly said: "But Xiao Shu is not hurt yet.
Okay, you have to be restrained in that matter and don’t torment others!"
Fu Shiyan's calm eyes flashed with light after hearing these words, and he frowned, "Aunt Liu!"
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore."
When Jiang Shu saw the man gradually approaching him, his heart beat violently, and his hands holding the corners of his clothes were covered in sweat.
She wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.
Fu Shiyan sat next to her, picked up an orange on the table and peeled it to play with. He said in an incomprehensible tone, "Is the injury on your face healed?"
"It's okay." Jiang Shu immediately grabbed the orange and said, "I'll do it."
His hand fell free, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked. She peeled it quickly, but one hand couldn't move well, and the orange rolled to the ground, making the scene awkward.
Jiang Shu's face turned red, and he quickly leaned over to pick it up, but the surface was already dirty, so he could only throw it into the trash can.
"Um...I'm sorry."
"It's just an orange." Fu Shiyan picked up one again and put it in his hand to play with.
Jiang Shu became even more anxious. She straightened her back and said, "I'm not talking about oranges."
"What is that?" He was unhurried and persuasive.
"..." She struggled for a long time, then gritted her teeth and said, "I shouldn't have listened to other people's words and accused you. I'm sorry, Fu Shiyan."
The smile on the man's lips widened, and he could look at her at leisure, "It turns out that he still has some conscience."