"It doesn't matter, I'm still here." Fu Jingting looked at her and spoke softly.
Rong Shu was stunned for a moment, "You?"
Fu Jingting nodded, "From now on, I will watch all the meteor showers with you."
Rong Shu smiled, "You just said that meteor showers happen every day. Do we still have to go up the mountain to watch them every day? Are we tired?"
It seems so.
Fu Jingting pursed his lips and was silent for a moment, then said: "Then, let's go see a show every once in a while, okay?"
The man's sincere gaze made Rong Shu feel warm in her heart and she couldn't say no.
After all, the man is satisfying her desire to see the meteor shower, not the man himself.
"Okay." Rong Shu smiled and nodded.
Fu Jingting handed over a wine glass, "Don't worry, all the regrets you had in the past, I will accompany you to make up for them in the future, and I won't let you regret it forever."
"Yeah." Rong Shu took the wine glass and leaned her head on his shoulder.
But the next second, he thought of something again, stood his head upright, looked down at the red wine in his hand, and fell silent.
The man was still wondering why she suddenly stopped leaning and got up suddenly.
Rong Shu clenched the wine glass and asked, "Fu Jingting, who asked you to drink?"
"Huh?" Fu Jingting was drinking when he heard Rong Shu's question.
I was originally planning to drink it all in one gulp, but I had to change my mind temporarily. I only took a sip and put down the glass.
"I...can't drink?" Fu Jingting held the wine glass and looked at the woman with some uncertainty.
The woman's face was extremely serious at this moment, and her eyes were staring at him motionlessly.
It was as if he had committed the most serious crime, which made him feel inexplicably guilty.
There is no other way, his wife is too cruel, even he has to give in.
However, being afraid of his wife is not a shameful thing, because he loves his wife.
Fu Jingting comforted himself in his heart.
"Of course you can't drink!" Rong Shu put her wine glass on the railing.
The top is flat and you can put some things that are not too big. As long as you are careful, you don't have to worry about falling.
After putting it away, she grabbed the red wine from Fu Jingting's hand and stared at the man with a serious face, "Don't forget, drinking is harmful to your health. It's easier for you to be drunk..."
She suddenly paused.
She had originally thought that if he drank too much, he would be prone to self-harm, as he had done on the anniversary of his mother's death in the past.
But then he thought about it, what should he do if he couldn't say this and it aroused his sadness?
"Anyway, stop drinking. You promised grandma." Rong Shu put the man's wine on the railing, along with her own red wine.
The man pursed his thin lips slightly and said nothing, just looking at Rong Shu.
After watching for a while, he suddenly chuckled, "I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, it won't happen."
The cold wind blew by, picking up a strand of Rong Shu's hair and making it messy.
Fu Jingting gently tidied her strands of hair that had been blown around, and then continued: "Every year on the anniversary of my mother's death, the reason why I drink alcohol is because I saw the scene of my mother's suicide, which left a deep impression on my heart.
The shadow made me always think that it was my fault that my mother committed suicide, and that it was my existence that kept my mother from being free, which is why my mother couldn't bear to commit suicide and was unable to be with the one she loved."
Seeing that the man took the initiative to mention this matter, Rong Shu was no longer afraid that he would be sad. She bit her red lips and asked, "Then I will ask you to hire a psychiatrist for psychological treatment. Do you want to do it?"
Fu Jingting shook his head, "No."
The bridge of Rong Shu's nose wrinkled, indicating that she was unhappy.
Fu Jingting said quickly: "I originally planned to ask a doctor after the banquet in the mall, but now it seems that there is no need."
"Why?" Rong Shu looked at the man's delicate jaw in confusion.
The smile on the man's face faded a lot, almost invisible, and his eyes were cold, "If I didn't know that my mother deliberately trained me to be Su Cheng's substitute, I might have been feeling guilty, thinking that I was the one responsible for death.
I lost my mother, but after knowing that my mother regarded me as Su Cheng's substitute, I suddenly realized that the guilt I felt for so many years was a joke. My mother's suicide was never because I prevented her from leaving the Fu family. It was really just a simple inability to leave the Fu family.
It’s really ridiculous to just accept Su Cheng’s marriage.”
After listening to the man's confession, Rong Shu understood what the man wanted to express, hugged the man's arm and said softly: "So, you have come out of the shadows, right? You will never be sad again on the anniversary of your aunt's death, right?"
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Fu Jingting silently looked at her face, "Yes, she is not worth it!"
"That's great." Rong Shu smiled, "From now on, grandma won't have to worry about you every year."
"Is it just grandma?" Fu Jingting turned his head and looked at her with a half-smile, "Aren't you worried?"
Rong Shu rolled her eyes at him and said, "You know why you're asking."
Her arrogant answer pleased the man, who chuckled.
Rong Shu knew what he was laughing at, and she patted him with shame and annoyance, "What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I'm just laughing. My wife is very cute." After saying that, Fu Jingting pinched her face gently.
Rong Shu slapped his hand away, "Don't squeeze it."
She is not a child, her face is fleshy.
I really don’t know why he likes to pinch her face.
They’re all so big!
"Okay, no pinching." Fu Jingting still had a smile on his face.
If she doesn't like it, he won't do it.
He always respects her.
"Can you return that wine to me?" Fu Jingting stretched out his hand and raised his chin towards the two glasses of wine at the same time.
Rong Shu crossed her hands in front of her body and made a no-go gesture, "No."
Fu Jingting raised his eyebrows, "Why? I'll be fine, not to mention that it's just a glass of red wine and I won't get drunk."
"That's not okay." Rong Shu said resolutely, "Even if you are not drunk, drinking too much will be bad for your health. You have already drank some today. What else would I do when you were at the Nanjiang Cuisine Restaurant?
Stop you?"
In fact, it's not that she doesn't let him drink, she just doesn't want him to drink more.
At first I was worried that he would get drunk and think of his mother, and what happened on the death anniversary would happen again.
Now I am completely worried that he drinks too much and is not good for his health.
Usually when he drinks, she won't stop him from having one or two drinks.
In fact, if he drank in the restaurant, drank several glasses of wine, and drank again now, that would not be possible.
"I didn't drink much in the restaurant." Fu Jingting insisted on fighting for himself, then pointed at the night sky and the bustling city under the night sky, and said in a coaxing tone: "And we are standing here enjoying the fine wine, why don't we drink some?
Doesn’t wine take away some of the atmosphere? It’s most appropriate to enjoy the night sky and night scenery while drinking wine.”
Rong Shu rolled her eyes, "You said so much just because you still want to drink."
Fu Jingting smiled and did not answer.
Rong Shu sighed and finally relented.
Can you not be soft-hearted?
He has fought for himself twice, but he is refusing, which is somewhat unreasonable.
Moreover, he said that if you just stand here and watch the night view, it will be a bit monotonous.
But if you think about how to drink and watch at the same time, the atmosphere is indeed a bit different.
Thinking of this, Rong Shu no longer hesitated, brought two glasses of red wine over, and handed Fu Jingting's glass over, "Here, this is the only one, you can't refill it!"
"Yeah." Fu Jingting nodded, took his wine with a chuckle, swung it around twice, raised his eyebrows and signaled to her, "Don't you want a drink?"
