She paused, and Fu Shiyan held his breath, waiting for her next words.
"But at that moment, my mind went blank, I didn't know."
"You know, the Aunt Jiang I met in the temple is Jiang Lingyu."
One sentence woke up Fu Shiyan.
No wonder.
"I never thought that Jiang Lingyu was Wen Yuan's mother." Jiang Shu closed his eyes in sadness, "She is a very gentle woman. I even told her that it would be great if you were my mother, but...but …”
She couldn't speak any more.
Not receiving her mother's love was a pain that she could never heal in her life.
Fu Shiyan frowned.
"Class is like this, you can't cross it throughout your life."
Jiang Shu opened his eyes, looked at him and said: "I once thought that I was your first wife. I really like you as a person. Maybe I can try to go down. But the reality is too dangerous. Fu Shiyan, we Sooner or later, you will get divorced. Your partner should be a wealthy lady, well-educated and knowledgeable. In short, it cannot be me. If I can't let go, how will I live in the rest of my life?"
Jiang Shu talked a lot, and her face felt hot. Fu Shiyan reached out and held her face, which was hot and wet.
She didn't know that there was a tsunami in his heart at this time.
Gradually, Jiang Shu stopped talking. She fell into Fu Shiyan's arms and touched her face, "Did I cry... I thought I wouldn't cry anymore..."
"Jiang Shu, we will not divorce." Fu Shiyan stroked her hair carefully and answered her seriously.
She seemed drunk, but she didn't seem drunk, "I tried, but there are too many obstacles between us, and we can't reach the end. Do you understand?"
Jiang Shu has already admitted it, she has accepted her fate.
Fu Shiyan carefully touched her face, his chest heaved, and his heart was as complicated as hers.
I don't know how long it took, but Fu Shiyan finally raised his eyes and waved Secretary Huo over.
Taking the car keys from his hand, "Go check out."
Xuanji carried Jiang Shu to the passenger seat, lowered the seat, fastened her seat belt, and raised the temperature.
Fu Shiyan didn't drink and was able to drive. It was so late and the road was empty with few cars.
Fu Shiyan drove like this, passing the city government, Haicheng University, and the long coastline until the whole city was completely quiet. He drove faster and faster, and there was only the whistling of the wind in his ears. , but the wind couldn't blow away the depression in his heart.
When he has driven enough, he will stop. The disease has not completely recovered, and he will cough uncontrollably.
Turning around, he saw Jiang Shu covered with a small blanket and sleeping soundly.
What was in her dream? Was he there?
We are all smart people. She could guess that he was deliberately sick to lure her here, and he could also guess what she meant by those words she said under the influence of wine last night.
Jiang Shu was awakened by the light. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the morning sun rising from the side of the tall building. She raised her hand to block it and found that the car was parked not far from Lao Jiang's residence.
Fu Shiyan, who hadn't slept all night, looked at her: "Are you awake?"
Jiang Shu looked at him, dumbfounded.
The orange light fell on the man's face, making him look particularly gentle. At this moment, Fu Shiyan seemed not to be the executor of the Fu family, but Fu Shiyan when he was eighteen or nineteen years old.
She heard her own heartbeat.
Jiang Shu looked away: "Did I sleep here all night?"
Fu Shiyan felt lonely at her defensiveness, "You drank too much last night, and I listened to a lot of what you said."