In the early twelfth month of the twelfth lunar month, it was colder than in previous years.
Rong Shu sat on the sofa with an expressionless face, listening to her mother-in-law Wang Shuqin's scolding downstairs.
"Rong Shu, just forget it if you can't give birth to a child? What time is it and you still haven't cooked! Do you want Xiaolin and I to starve to death?"
During the six years she was married to Fu Jingting, her mother-in-law secretly called her a hen that didn't lay eggs all day long.
But who knew that her husband had never touched her from the beginning.
"Come down quickly and help me pack my schoolbag. I still have to go to school!" a young man urged.
Fu Jinglin is Fu Jingting's younger brother. He is simply a little devil who troubled Rong Shu a lot in the beginning.
In his opinion, the sister-in-law his brother married is better than dough.
Rong Shu went downstairs, went into the kitchen mechanically, cooked, and packed the schoolbags and lunch boxes for her brother-in-law.
"Mom, the food is ready!"
Wang Shuqin got angry when she saw Rong Shu looking like a living dead, and put the water glass heavily on the table: "Rong Shu, are you so brave? You spend my son's money and live in my son's house, and you dare to give it to me?"
Your face? Believe it or not, I will call Jing Ting immediately and ask him to divorce you!"
The dinner plate in Rong Shu's hand shook, she took a deep breath, and forced out a smile: "Mom, I don't have one."
Wang Shuqin didn't believe it and said angrily, "Rong Shu, don't think that just because the old lady is supporting you, you have really secured your position as Mrs. Fu. You are nothing in front of Manyin!"
Hearing the woman's name, Rong Shu turned pale.
Fu Jinglin rolled his eyes, obviously seeing something, and grinned: "You don't know yet, right? Sister Manyin is about to be discharged from the hospital. My brother is going to take Sister Manyin back to live with us."
Rong Shu's eyelids twitched, and the hand placing the dinner plate trembled.
Wang Shuqin couldn't stand the woman's pretentious grievance. She snorted and waved her hands impatiently: "Don't stand in front of me! It affects my appetite. Get out of here!"
Rong Shu didn't stop, turned around, went upstairs, and settled on the sofa again.
Around evening, a Maybach parked at the door.
Rong Shu quickly got up from the sofa, ran to the balcony and looked down.
A slender man in a suit got out of the car. He was handsome and had an outstanding temperament. He was even prettier than the big stars on TV.
The man seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and looked at Rong Shu.
His eyes were cold and heartless.
Rong Shu was used to this kind of gaze, and the corners of her mouth twitched, without a trace of smile.
After Fu Jingting entered the room, Rong Shu put the bath water for him as usual: "Husband, my grandma has been going to the Buddhist temple for almost a month. In the afternoon, she called back and said that she wanted to wish you peace and happiness...
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"I have something to tell you." Fu Jingting stopped her while she was busy.
Rong Shu turned around.
Fu Jingting kept staring at her with his dark eyes. There was indifference and alienation in them, but there was no warmth.
Fu Jingting moved his thin lips and said in a deep voice: "Gu Manyin is coming back. You can move out tomorrow."
Rong Shu's heart grew colder inch by inch.
Sure enough, Fu Jinglin was right.
"What if I don't?" Her voice was very soft, like a misty smoke.
Fu Jingting frowned.
The woman in front of him, who had always obeyed his advice, disobeyed him for the first time.
His voice turned cold: "Don't forget how you married me six years ago."
How could Rong Shu forget?
When Gu Manyin had a car accident, she was the one who called 120 and she was the one who gave Gu Manyin a panda blood transfusion. Fu Jingting thanked her and promised her a request.
At that time, Rong Shu said her only request was to marry him.
That was the thought that took root in her heart the first time she met Fu Jingting in high school.