Even the hand on the edge of the bed tightened suddenly, as if trying to scratch the window edge into pieces.
When Assistant Zhang came in, he smelled a sour vinegar smell coming from Fu Jingting's body.
He couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Jingting didn't answer, just stared down with squinted eyes.
Assistant Zhang walked over, followed his line of sight, saw Rong Shu and Cheng Huai, and immediately understood everything.
No wonder Mr. Fu smelled so jealous. When he first came in, he was wondering what there was in this restaurant that made Mr. Fu jealous.
It turns out that Miss Rong and Mr. Cheng are eating here.
"Mr. Fu, do you want to go down?" Assistant Zhang asked standing behind Fu Jingting.
Fu Jingting pursed his thin lips into a straight line, "No need."
"Huh?" Assistant Zhang looked at him in surprise, "Don't you want to go down?"
Fu Jingting nodded.
Assistant Zhang still couldn't believe it, "But Miss Rong and Mr. Cheng had dinner together, and they were so happy, you..."
"Okay, let's go see if Mr. Chen is here. We have to go back to the hospital in an hour and a half." Fu Jingting interrupted him with a slight frown, then turned around and walked to the sofa in the private room.
Assistant Zhang looked downstairs, followed and replied: "I just asked Mr. Chen that there is a traffic jam on his way, and it will take about ten minutes to arrive."
Fu Jingting hummed and said nothing. After sitting down on the sofa, he picked up a magazine and opened it.
On the surface, he seemed to be reading a magazine seriously, but Assistant Zhang noticed that his pupils were dilated and not focused at all. This showed that he was clearly distracted.
Assistant Zhang knew why he was distracted. It must be because of Miss Rong and Mr. Cheng.
Mr. Fu loves Miss Rong so much. How could he not care and care about Miss Rong when he saw her with another man? He is probably almost jealous to death.
And according to Mr. Fu's character, which cannot tolerate sand in his eyes, he would have gone downstairs as before, appeared in front of Miss Rong and Mr. Cheng, disturbed their happy meal, and would never let Miss Rong be alone with other men.
But this time, Mr. Fu was very unusual and did not do that.
He could clearly see that Mr. Fu really wanted to go down and drive away Mr. Cheng, or bring Miss Rong up.
But Fu Jingting seemed to be worried about something and chose to give up, which he couldn't understand.
Thinking of this, Assistant Zhang looked at Fu Jingting, his eyes behind his glasses full of confusion.
He used to be able to guess to a certain extent what Mr. Fu was thinking, but since Mr. Fu came back from falling off the cliff, Mr. Fu's thoughts have become deeper and deeper.
Now his confidant is completely unpredictable.
Downstairs, Rong Shu looked up at a window on the second floor, her pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if she was thinking about something.
Cheng Huai cut a piece of steak and put it into his mouth, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"
"I feel like someone was looking at me just now." Rong Shu pursed her lips and said with some uncertainty.
Cheng Huai stopped his knife and fork in surprise, "Is someone looking at you?"
"Yeah." Rong Shu nodded.
Cheng Huai raised his head and looked in the direction she was looking, "Do you want me to ask the waiter who is in that box?"
"Forget it." Rong Shu waved her hand and refused, "So what if I ask? Others just look at me and don't do anything to me. If I ask and anger the other person, it will cause unnecessary trouble.
Trouble, this is a restaurant, it’s best not to get into trouble, just pretend you don’t know.”
"That's what you said." Cheng Huai nodded, then pushed a pastry in front of her, "Try this, the Western pastry in this restaurant is very good."
"Really?" Rong Shu looked at the colorful and delicious cake on the plate and couldn't help but swallowed.
She likes to eat desserts, especially when she sees such beautiful ones, she can't help herself.
So Rong Shu finally lost to her inner desire and put the idea of staying in shape behind her. Then she picked up a fork and stabbed a piece of cake, "Then I'll be polite, thank you."
After saying this, she put the cake into her mouth.
Cheng Huai came closer and looked at her, "How does it taste?"
Rong Shu's eyes lit up, "It's really good."
"Yeah, what I recommend is not bad. When you leave later, you can order some to take away." Cheng Huai said with a smile.
Rong Shu put down her fork and said, "That's a good suggestion. I'll take some with me soon."
After saying that, she picked up the water glass and prepared to drink water to wash away the sweetness in her mouth so that she could continue eating.
At this time, Cheng Huai suddenly stopped her, "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Rong Shu was startled when she saw how urgent his tone was. The hand holding the water glass trembled and she almost shook out the water inside.
Cheng Huai took out two tissues and said, "Don't move."
He reached over and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth.
Rong Shu didn't expect that he would do this, and she was stunned.
On the second floor, Fu Jingting couldn't let go and stood up again and walked towards the window.
As soon as he came to the window, he saw the extremely ambiguous scene of Cheng Huai wiping the corners of Rong Shu's mouth with his own hands.
Fu Jingting's pupils suddenly shrank, his face became even more ugly, and the cold air radiating around his body seemed to freeze him to death, and the magazine in his hand was broken into pages because of his anger and jealousy.
Assistant Zhang was beside him, looking downstairs and at the magazines on the floor, feeling a little headache.
Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, since you care so much about Miss Rong and Mr. Cheng, go down and separate them!
Why are you angry alone and do nothing?
Why bother!
Thinking about it, Assistant Zhang took a deep breath, looked at Fu Jingting's cold side face, and said, "Mr. Fu, why don't we go down!"
Fu Jingting pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.
Assistant Zhang thought he didn't hear him, so he shouted twice more.
This time Fu Jingting finally responded, squinting and saying: "No, just let them do it."
"Let them?" Assistant Zhang's mouth opened in surprise, "Let Mr. Cheng and Miss Rong continue to be so intimate?"
Fu Jingting lowered his eyelids, "Rong Shu still has a long life, and I will most likely only have three years to live. In terms of this alone, Cheng Huai is more suitable for her than me."
After hearing this, Assistant Zhang realized that Fu Jingting was obviously very concerned about Rong Shu and Cheng Huai being so close, but he was unwilling to separate them.
Because Mr. Fu wants to let go of Miss Rong.
Mr. Fu wants other men who love Miss Rong to stand beside Miss Rong and give Miss Rong happiness.
As Mr. Fu said, Miss Rong still has a long life. If Mr. Fu really doesn't live more than three years, then Mr. Fu will harm Miss Rong by snatching her back.
So now Mr. Fu lets go and lets Miss Rong find her own happiness, which is the most correct thing to do.
But for Mr. Fu, there is no objection to pushing the one he loves into the arms of others with his own hands, which is no different from digging out his own heart.
"Mr. Fu, is it really okay for you to do this?" Assistant Zhang looked at Fu Jingting, "Maybe we can find the heart. By then..."
"What do you think is the chance of finding the heart?" Fu Jingting cut off his words and said in a cold voice: "If it could be found so easily, then I wouldn't have waited twenty-four years before."
"I..." Assistant Zhang clenched his fists and was speechless.
Yes, if a suitable heart is so easy to find, with the power of the Fu family, we have found it now.
And it was precisely because the chance of finding her was so low that Mr. Fu let Miss Rong go.