As the night progressed, Lu Jingxing sat on the sofa.
In the darkness, he smoked cigarettes one after another.
He wasn't a big smoker before, but since Wen Nuan died, his addiction has become more and more serious.
Lu Jingxing looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, not a single movement or change.
Even the food in the refrigerator will be replaced with fresh food every day, but every time it is replaced, it will be the same as the day Wenwen left.
He kept everything here as it was originally.
I try hard to stay on that day.
It's like, the warmth is still there and has never left.
…
Cheng Jingshu's abdomen was already bulging, and as the months got older, her temper became more and more intense.
After that little bitch died, she rarely saw Lu Jingxing at home.
When I come back occasionally, I just stay in the study and never set foot in the master bedroom.
She is not like a wife to him, but like an enemy.
This is the marriage she tried her best to get.
Another person who hadn't seen Lu Jingxing for more than half a month.
"Lu Jingxing, you are going too far."
Cheng Jingshu was so angry that she smashed the bird's nest that the servant had just brought to the ground, her anger hard to go away.
In a blink of an eye, that little bitch had been dead for more than half a year, but Lu Jingxing not only didn't forget about it, he even got worse.
If he was too busy with work to come back, she would persuade herself to endure it.
But she couldn't tolerate it. Her husband didn't come home every night and went to the dead little bitch's house without even thinking about her feelings.
The next day, Lu Jingxing was handling work in the company.
The cell phone placed aside rang.
He answered——
After hanging up, he hung up the phone with a gloomy look, left the company, and drove directly back to the place where he lived after getting married.
I don’t talk about home because in his eyes, this is not his home.
"Hey, what kind of wind is blowing today that brings us, Mr. Lu, back?"
Cheng Jingshu was drinking soup and looked at the man who rushed back angrily.
Is he finally willing to come back?
"Crack!"
A slap in the face froze the pride in Cheng Jingshu's mouth.
The servant was so frightened that he immediately retreated into the kitchen, breathing deliberately softly.
I knew that the male and female owners of this house were incompatible, but this was the first time I saw the male owner hitting the female owner.
"Cheng Jingshu, who set fire to your guts?"
Cheng Jingshu covered her red and swollen cheek with one hand and looked at Lu Jingxing in front of her who wanted to kill her.
Her eyes turned red with anger, she picked up the soup on the table and threw it at Lu Jingxing.
"Lu Jingxing, how dare you hit me?"
She is the only daughter in the family and she was raised pampered and pampered.
No one has ever dared to touch her.
I have been subjected to cold violence for a long time and am full of grievances.
She thought that time could make Lu Jingxing forget about that little bitch, and she thought that she could wait until Lu Jingxing changed his mind and fell in love with her.
But what did she expect?
What she waited for was that he never looked at her, and in his heart he only pretended to be a little bitch who had died long ago.
Even the name I shouted in my dream was the name of that little bitch Nuan Nuan!
She could only run and burn the little bitch's place so that he could no longer think about warmth.
"If you weren't carrying my child, it would be more than a slap in the face."
She burned his only thought, which was the only place that could prove the existence of warmth.
Cheng Jingshu was hysterical as she looked at the man who wanted to kill her.
"Lu Jingxing, why do you torture me like this?"
"Everything I do is just because I love you."
"You are the one who should bear the greatest responsibility for her death. I am forcing you, but you can also give up for love!"
"You are the one who really killed her. It was you who killed her, it was you!"
Every word Cheng Jingshu turned into a knife, piercing Lu Jingxing's heart.
They say time is the best medicine and will heal everything.
But time has no effect on him.
He couldn't let go and couldn't forget.
Suffering every day.
Lu Jingxing turned around dejectedly and walked out soullessly.
"A Xing——"
Cheng Jingshu had just been too excited and had a cramp in her abdomen.
She stretched out her hand to pull Lu Jingxing, but in vain.
Seeing Lu Jingxing walking out without looking back, he stretched out his hand in pain.
"Mrs……"
The servant who was hiding in the kitchen immediately ran out. Seeing the blood on Cheng Jingshu's thigh, he was so frightened that he immediately called Lu Jingxing, "Sir, my wife is bleeding."
But Lu Jingxing acted as if he didn't hear anything and left directly.
He is so cold-blooded.
"Uh-"
Cheng Jingshu was so painful that her face turned pale. The heartache and the pain in her lower abdomen made her faint without even being able to take a breath.
Blood slid down his thigh.
…
Time flies, and it is already three years later.
In the prosperous palace, the alluring aroma of meat floats in the air, and in the kitchen, Mu Siyin wears an apron and is stewing braised pork in the kitchen.
Her eyebrows were gentle. She looked at the attractive color and smelled the fragrance, and the corners of her lips slowly raised a gentle arc.
Looking at the braised pork, my eyes are full of love.
This braised pork is full of her strong love for A Yan.
Finally, she no longer had to hide this love by helping him act.
Now she could look at him openly and with loving eyes, and stand beside him legitimately.
Call him Ayan.
There is no need to call him Brother Ayan just to hide your love.
While the heat was reduced to simmer, she started to prepare other dishes.
After everything was ready, I wiped my hands and walked out of the kitchen, ready to call Fu Yanshen and ask him where he was.
Since establishing a relationship with Fu Yanshen, she knew all of Fu Yanshen's schedule.
He has no social activities tonight, so he should be able to get home from get off work on time.
Because of this, she would get off work early and come over to cook dinner for him, so that he could feel the warmth of having hot meals and dishes at home.
He will feel her thoughtfulness.
She wanted to stay tonight. She wanted to tell A Yan that her body had recovered a long time ago and she could be with him——
Thinking of what would happen in the evening, Mu Siyin's face was like a peach blossom, shy and timid, with the air of a little daughter.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."
His smile froze instantly and his face darkened.
She first called the front desk and found out that Fu Yanshen had left.
The front desk would not know Fu Yanshen's whereabouts, so she immediately called Lu An, "Where is Ah Yan?"
"I'm sorry, Director Mu, I don't know. Mr. Fu's personal mobile phone is with him now. If you want to find him, can you call him?"
Lu An's attitude was polite but alienated.
This time, he was sure that he had correctly figured out what their Mr. Fu was thinking.
His attitude towards Director Mu is absolutely correct.
Although Mr. Fu didn't mention it, he still remembered that he knew where Mr. Fu would go tonight, but he wouldn't say it.
Mu Siyin: "..."
If she can get through, does she still need to ask him?
But Lu An has already talked about this, but he doesn't plan to tell him anymore.
Mu Siyin hung up the phone with a cold face.
She is not that stupid. It would not be good for her to break up with Lu An.
She started calling Fu Yanshen again, over and over again.
It prompts to shut down every time.
Ah Yan doesn't usually act like this.
He knew she would be upset if she couldn't find him, so he wouldn't turn off his phone casually.
Does he have other women outside?
The more he thought about it, the paler Mu Siyin's face turned, and his body began to tremble slightly.
…
In Boyue Mansion, a black Bentley was parked under the 8th building.
Fu Yanshen opened the car door and got out of the car. Holding a huge shopping bag in his hand, he went upstairs, opened the door and walked in.
Entered the kitchen, took the apron and started cooking.
Mu Siyin sat downstairs, looking up at the man's figure reflected in the kitchen on the eighth floor.
Sitting in the car, my nails dug into my fingertips.
His face was ferocious, and his mood swings were getting bigger and bigger.
She immediately took out a vc bottle from the passenger bag, poured the pills out of it, and randomly stuffed them into her mouth.
Two hours later, Fu Yanshen turned off the lights and came downstairs carrying four dishes and one soup.
Drive away from Boyuefu.
After his car left, Mu Siyin drove to follow him.
It was already past nine o'clock, and Fu Yanshen drove all the way to the cemetery.
Here at the cemetery, he has already said hello.
After parking the car, carrying vegetables and birthday cakes in one hand and a bunch of platycodon in the other, he walked slowly inside, and finally stopped in front of a tombstone.
He slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee, and arranged the flowers and cake one by one.
Tomorrow is Chen Xi’s birthday.
He personally made her cakes and her favorite dishes.
Then open the food box and take out four vegetables and one soup.
Vegetables and soups are Mu Chenxi's favorite foods.
"Chen Xi, how do you like it? I haven't cooked for four years, and my cooking skills seem to have deteriorated a bit."
It was because of Chen Xi that he worked hard to learn cooking skills.
Chen Xi was gone, and he never entered the kitchen again.
Four years have passed in a flash.
I always think about what happened on that day four years ago.
He will be heartbroken and regret it.
In four years and more than a thousand days and nights, he never forgot her.
Not a day goes by that I don’t regret and blame myself.
After my leg was cured, my regret and self-blame increased day by day.
"Chen Xi, have you not forgiven me yet? That's why you never want to come into my dreams."
Four years, not once.
How much he wanted her to enter his dream, even if she scolded him, hit him, or knifed him, he would be happy to do so.
But she didn't want to enter his dream.
yes!
She hates him!
When Chenxi was forcibly dragged into the operating room by him, she said: I will never forgive you until I die.
This sentence was like a spell that he couldn't break free from.
Chen Xi never forgives him.
He couldn't forgive himself either.
The night wind was blowing slowly, and Fu Yanshen knelt on the ground with one knee, gently stroking Mu Chenxi's voice and appearance on the tombstone, which had not changed in four years.
As he watched, his eyes slowly turned red.
He slowly lowered his head and rested his forehead against the cold tombstone, and did not move for a long time.
Until, almost twelve o'clock in the morning.
Fu Yanshen slowly stood up and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.
He took the cake on one side and opened it, inserted the candles, stuck the zero point, lit the candles, "Morning light, happy birthday."
"I really miss you and want to see you again."
"Would you please come into my dream once? Please!"
A gust of night wind blew out the candle.
"Chen Xi, did you promise me?"
Fu Yanshen stood up excitedly. He wanted to go home immediately.
He really wanted to see her in his dream.
Mu Siyin watched Fu Yanshen's back disappear from sight, and then walked out from the other side.
The night wind blew her long skirt, floating like a ghost to the place where Fu Yanshen had just stood.
She lowered her head and looked at the smiling face on the tombstone that she hated so much.
Sure enough it was her.
This was her first time visiting Mu Chenxi's cemetery.
Previously, she was watching A Yan coming out with dishes from downstairs of Boyue Mansion, and she was wondering where he was going so late.
It's not that I don't have a little expectation, I hope that a sincere heart can warm Ayan's heart.
Dinner is prepared for myself and I want to surprise myself.
After all, he had promised to marry him.
But when she saw that the direction he was going was neither his residence nor her residence, she knew in her heart that she was being sentimental.
Followed all the way here.
She watched Ah Yan express his feelings for a person who had been dead for four years, and she was filled with jealousy and madness.
Mu Siyin's emotions were on the verge of collapse.
She tried her best to suppress it.
Until her eyes glanced at a line of small words.
"My beloved wife Mu Chenxi."
Dear wife!!
These two words made Mu Siyin's eyes red.
Looking at Mu Chenxi's smile on the tombstone, that smile seemed to be mocking her.
Ridicule her pretentiousness.
Taunting her that she still hasn’t won A Yan’s heart after four years.
She dared to laugh at herself.
Why should she laugh at herself?
"Mu Chenxi, you are already dead, you are a dead person, what qualifications do you have to mock me?"
Mu Siyin placed his finger on Mu Chenxi's tombstone and kept tapping her face.
It was like slapping her one slap after another.
Fierce eyes!
"Even if Ah Yan hasn't fallen in love with me yet, so what, he will marry me soon, and I will soon be his legitimate wife."
"What kind of wife are you?! You two have not remarried at all. I am his wife, I am!"
Mu Siyin frantically picked up the cake that Fu Yanshen had placed in front of the tombstone and smashed it on the words "beloved wife".
"A Yan will only love me from now on. Please listen to me clearly. Don't even think about fighting with me, don't even think about it!"
She frantically threw the cake and kicked over all the dishes.
Finally pick up that bunch of platycodon!
Platycodon represents eternal love!
"I will make you eternal, I will make you eternal, let me see how you are eternal!"
Mu Siyin squeezed the bunch of platycodon tightly and hit the tombstone harder every time.
The delicate flowers were destroyed by her strength.
It fell all over the ground.
It wasn't until she smashed a bouquet of flowers that only the stems were left, then she smashed it hard on the ground.
Unable to understand her hatred, she raised her foot and crushed all the petals into pieces, then said "poof" at Mu Chenxi's tombstone.
He spat on the tombstone, turned around and left with a sinister look on his face.
A dead person is not worthy of making her angry.
Even if you die, why should you argue with yourself?
…
country h
After Mu Chenxi recovered her health two years ago, by chance, she met Shengxia, a legendary figure in Country H.
Many people in the business world have heard of her name. She entered the market of Country H from China and quickly occupied a place in Country H.
When it comes to midsummer in the business circles of Country H, everyone knows it.
Shengxia, who was alienated from others, showed kindness to her.
She followed Shengxia from two years ago, and it took her two years to rise to the position of director of the marketing department, becoming a key executive of the company.
"Knock knock."
Mu Chenxi stood outside the door and knocked politely.
"Enter."
When she heard the voice, she pushed the door open and said, "Mr. Sheng."
"sit."
Shengxia motioned for her to sit down, but did not speak immediately.
It wasn't until he finished reading the documents in front of him that he raised his head, looked at the calm-looking Mu Chenxi, and got straight to the point: "There's something wrong with the branch in Jiangcheng. I don't have time to go there. You can handle it for me."
"Jiangcheng?"
Mu Chenxi was obviously stunned.
"Is there a problem?"
Sheng Xia's eyes were very sharp, and looking at Mu Chenxi was very intimidating.