Zhu Qingjia walked out of the balcony and pressed the call button when he saw no one around.
The moment the call was connected, a worried voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Zhu, is my wife with you?"
"Can you give her the phone?"
"I have something very important to tell Asheng!"
"Please!"
Zhu Qingjia immediately understood what happened and asked, "Did you two quarrel?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and Fu Yanlin didn't know how to explain what happened today. He was standing outside the door of Jiang's house, soaked in the rain, looking up at the bedroom at the corner of the second floor of the villa.
That should be Wen Sheng's room, with the lights on and the curtains tightly closed.
"I'm right outside Jiang's house. Can you let me go in and take a look at Ah Sheng? Just one look!"
Despite Fu Yanlin's pleading, Zhu Qingjia remained unmoved.
Fu Yanlin must have done something to hurt Wen Sheng to make her so sad.
"Fu Yanlin, what did you do to Sister Sheng? In the middle of the night, she ran back alone in the rain, her eyes swollen like a rabbit."
"If you dare to bully Sister Sheng, I wish Qingjia will not let you go."
"I said, if you don't really cherish Sister Sheng, I will take her away from you!"
Facing Zhu Qingjia's warning, Fu Yanlin felt as if his heart had been scratched by a cat. He had promised Zhu Qingjia that he would treat Wen Sheng well, but in the end he hurt her so deeply.
This identity of Fu Yuhe's son is something Fu Yanlin will never be able to get rid of in his life.
It's a shackle, it's a shackle.
He knew that he was not qualified to ask for forgiveness, but he had to beg for it shamelessly.
"Mr. Zhu, just think of me as begging you, can you let me see Asheng? When I see Asheng, I will explain the whole thing to you." Fu Yanlin was like a child who had done something wrong at this moment, begging constantly.
forgive.
A proud man like Fu Yanlin never expected that one day he would be begging on the phone and humbled into dust.
Even so, Zhu Qingjia didn't even think about rejecting it outright, "Wen Sheng ran back to her parents' house in the middle of the night. She was probably very angry and didn't want to see you. I advise you to save your breath and wait until her anger subsides to apologize."
At this time, Zhu Qingjia didn't know the reason for the quarrel between the two, and simply thought it was just a quarrel between husband and wife.
"I wish you the best——"
"Okay, I'll go see Sister Sheng first."
When Zhu Qingjia returned to the second floor in a hurry, he found Jiang Shifang waiting outside the door with ginger soup. His face was full of worry, but he couldn't rush into Wen Sheng's room, so he had to wait for Zhu Qingjia to come back.
"Jiajia, the ginger soup is ready. Send it in quickly and let A Sheng drink it. She only recovered from a cold a few days ago, and she will suffer if she catches a cold."
Although Jiang Shifang usually looks carefree, he is actually very thoughtful.
His sister had been wronged, and he was so anxious that he became an ant on a hot pot.
He was also worried that as a man, he would say the wrong thing and make Wen Sheng unhappy, so he waited until Zhu Qingjia came back.
"Give me the ginger soup." Zhu Qingjia took the bowl and ordered, "Don't disturb your parents about Sister Sheng first, wait until I ask clearly."
Jiang Shifang frowned and said, "Okay."
In the bedroom, Wen Sheng curled up on the bed, with only half of her pale face exposed in a small ball. Hearing the footsteps, she squirmed slightly in the bed, but she never opened her eyes.
"Jiajia, let me take a nap, and everything will be fine when I wake up tomorrow." Her voice was hoarse, without the vitality of the past, like a machine without emotions.
Wen Sheng originally wanted to go home, but that home contained too many traces of her and Fu Yanlin's life, which would only make her more painful.
When she was in the taxi, her brain felt like it had been filled with paste. When the driver asked her where she was going, she blurted out the Jiang family's address.
"Sister Sheng——"
"I'm fine, I'm really fine."
Wen Sheng's tone was very calm, her voice was small and thin, with a little bit of a nasal sound. She didn't cry, but it was Zhu Qingjia who wanted to cry.
This was the third time she saw Wen Sheng, a friend of more than ten years, lifeless and depressed like this.
The first time was after Wen Tingshu passed away. After handling his father's funeral, Wen Sheng curled up in bed and slept all day long. At that time, Zhu Qingjia secretly vowed to protect Wen Sheng for the rest of his life.
The second time was when Wen Sheng and Fu Yanlin had a breakup, and she shut down her phone and lost contact. Zhu Qingjia came to the door and discovered that she had huddled herself under the quilt again and slept day and night.
Today is the third time.
Zhu Qingjia felt a prick in her heart when she thought of Fu Yanlin, who was standing outside Jiang's house in the rain, humbly begging to see Wen Sheng.
She couldn't believe that the same person could hurt Wen Sheng twice.
It's twice——
Zhu Qingjia now wanted to slap herself twice, then go downstairs and kill that bastard Fu Yanlin.
This is definitely not as simple as a quarrel between husband and wife. If something big had not happened, Wen Sheng would never be so upset.
What did Fu Yanlin do this time that made Wen Sheng so miserable that she could only huddle in bed and feel sad alone?
Didn't he vow that he would love Wen Sheng for the rest of his life and cherish her as his own life?
How long had they been married before Wen Sheng was so sad that she ran back to her parents' home in the rain in the middle of the night?
Thinking of this, Zhu Qingjia really couldn't bear it, put down the ginger soup and stood up to leave.
Suddenly, Wen Sheng's weak voice came from behind, "Jiajia, I don't want to see him."
Zhu Qingjia was so angry that his face turned blue and his hands were shaking, "It is indeed that bastard Fu Yanlin. What did he do to you this time? Is there a woman outside, or -"
"Jiajia, stop talking - I want to be alone."
With Zhu Qingjia's temperament, how could she possibly swallow such a sigh of relief? She swore that she would never let go of that bastard Fu Yanlin this time.
She suppressed her anger, went back and sat down by the bed, "Sister Sheng, drink the ginger soup first."
Wen Sheng shook his head blankly.
She just wants to sleep now. It is best to sleep in darkness so that she can forget all the pain and sadness.
Maybe when I wake up, my heart won't hurt so much.
Seeing this, Zhu Qingjia no longer forced Wen Sheng. At the same time, she could no longer control her violent temper and left the bedroom angrily.
Jiang Shifang was still waiting outside the door, and anxiously stepped forward and asked, "Jiajia, is Asheng feeling better?"
"What a fart, if I don't kill that bastard Fu Yanlin today, my surname is not Zhu!" Zhu Qingjia scolded as he walked to the utility room, chose a golf club of the best quality, and shouted that he was going to unload Fu Yanlin.
into eight pieces.
Jiang Shifang was frightened by Zhu Qingjia's battle and followed closely, "Jiajia, you alone are no match for Fu Yanlin, let me do it!"
Anyone who dares to bully his sister is seeking death!
Regardless of whether he is the third young master of the Fu family or whoever he is, if Jiang Shifang doesn't let out a bad breath today, how can he be worthy of his biological sister who he finally found with great difficulty.
The rain seems to be getting heavier, and it's cold and wet outside.
When Zhu Qingjia walked out of Jiang's house carrying golf clubs, she saw a familiar figure on the roadside.
Fu Yanlin stood in the rain, like a sculpture, staring motionlessly in the direction of the second floor. When he saw Zhu Qingjia coming out, he seemed to have grabbed the last life-saving straw and moved forward.
"Mr. Zhu, Asheng, she——"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Qingjia hit Fu Yanlin on the shoulder with a pole and cursed, "If I don't kill you tonight, you won't be named Zhu!"