Jiang Shu guessed it, otherwise her departure from the art museum today would not be so smooth, and Fu Shiyan's people would not dare to stop her.
"Is he dead?" She was concerned about this.
Lu Xun didn't react for a while, so he asked something, and then replied: "Tsk, no, she really wanted to die and she would have died long ago."
The car was heading to her residence. Seeing Jiang Shu's silence, Lu Xun rarely said a word for Fu Shiyan: "If I were him, I might not have a better way. The Wen family is not a small person, and they can't ignore the pros and cons.
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Yes, so what she did was nothing compared to the pros and cons.
Jiang Shu did not comment.
After returning home, Lu Xun came in and was disgusted, "The place is too small. I'll have someone change it for you."
Jiang Shu crossed the sofa and poured him a glass of water, "How long can Master Lu stay in Haicheng? Where will I live when you go back?"
Lu Xun stared at her: "Follow me back to Jiangcheng."
Jiang Shu was not interested and raised his head: "It's good for me to live here. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs and feels safe."
This is the attitude of a girl who has endured hardship. Lu Xun has seen many eldest ladies in Vanity Fair, so he thinks she is extra special.
But he looked left and right and was still dissatisfied, so he reluctantly sat down and looked at her with eyes full of nostalgia.
Jiang Shu's eyes were full of exhaustion. She looked at him and suddenly said: "Lu Xun, if I had met you in the past, maybe we wouldn't have broken up."
Lu Xun frowned slightly and asked why.
Jiang Shu curled his lips and smiled.
Because at that time, she should not have low self-esteem. They were a good match, so naturally they would not be disdained by him.
She thought of something, "But that's not necessarily the case, it's nothing."
If that were the case, she would not be able to meet Lu Xun. The most dazzling person in her eyes must still be Fu Shiyan.
Two days later, the external accusations against Wensu for plagiarism disappeared without a trace. Everyone seemed to have a tacit agreement not to mention it again. It seemed that there were forces that suppressed public opinion.
For Wensu’s mental health.
She injured her bones and was wrapped in gauze layer after layer. She couldn't sleep well. She had to watch Fu Shiyan guarding her to feel at ease.
"Brother Ayan...don't you hate me too?" When Wensu said this, tears fell from his face, "I feel that I have embarrassed you by all means."
Fu Shiyan sat on the seat with his legs crossed. He couldn't hear the tone, "Xiaoxiao, the most important thing for a girl is to look down on herself."
As soon as these words came out, Wensu cried more and almost choked, "I know, but I can't help it. I want my father and mother to be happy, and I want to be worthy of being your fiancée. I'm sorry..."
After struggling all night, Fu Shiyan's voice was a little tired, "I have solved the painting matter for you. From now on, no one will dare to talk in front of you."
Wensu was surprised for a moment and quickly asked: "What about Jiang Shu?"
He raised his eyes, like a sharp knife coming out of its sheath.
"Can you control her?"
Fu Shiyan's eyes were calm, "Xiaoxiao, this is not your concern."
Wensu covered his face and continued to cry: "I know it's her, and I also know you are willing to indulge her, but brother Ayan, what should I do?"
The two were close, but only a stone's throw away. Fu Shiyan sat there and did not comfort her, "You are different, so you shouldn't compare."
After a long time, Wensu took a deep breath and withdrew his hand, his face covered with tears.
"Brother Ayan, don't worry, I am self-aware, but I am your fiancée, so she should have some boundaries, right?"