Chapter 1
It was colder than usual at the beginning of the waxing moon in Hai City.
Rongshu nestled expressionlessly in the sofa, listening to the shouts of her mother-in-law Wang Shuqin downstairs.
“Rongshu, you can’t have a baby and that’s it? It’s already late and you still haven’t cooked! You want to starve me and Xiao Lin to death, don’t you?”
For the six years she had been married to Fu Jingting, her mother-in-law had been scolding her behind her back for being a hen that didn’t lay eggs.
But who knew that her husband had never touched her from the very beginning.
“Come down and help me sort out my school bag, I have to go to school!” A teenager followed the urging.
Fu Jinglin, Fu Jingting’s younger brother, was simply a mixed-up little devil who had tormented Rong Shu a lot in the beginning.
In his opinion, his brother had married this sister-in-law who was better than dough.
Rongshu went downstairs, mechanically entered the kitchen, cooked the meal and organized the school bag and lunch box for her brother-in-law.
“Mom, the rice is ready!”
Wang Shuqin was furious at the way Rong Shu looked like a living dead man, and put her gla*s of water down on the table: “Rong Shu, have you grown bold? You’re spending my son’s money and living in my son’s house, and you dare to give me a look? Do you believe that I will call Jing Ting immediately and ask him to divorce you!”
The dinner plate in Rongshu’s hand shook, she let out a deep breath and managed to squeeze out a smile, “Mom, I didn’t.”
Wang Shuqin didn’t believe her, and said in a strange voice, “Rong Shu, don’t think that because the old lady is backing you up, you’re really secure in your position as Mrs. Fu, you’re nothing in front of Mangyin!”
Hearing that woman’s name, Rong Shu’s face turned white.
Fu Jinglin’s eyes twinkled, obviously seeing what was going on, and he grinned, “You don’t know yet, do you? Sister Mangyin is about to be discharged from the hospital, and my brother is going to bring Sister Mangyin back to live with us.”
Rongshu’s eyes fluttered and her hand shook as she placed her plate.
Wang Shuqin couldn’t stand the woman’s pretentious aggression, so she snorted and waved her hand impatiently, “Don’t stand in front of me! It’s affecting my appetite, hurry up and get lost!”
Without stopping, Rongshu turned around and went upstairs, nestling back into the sofa.
Around late afternoon, a Maybach pulled up at the door.
Rongshu abruptly got up from the sofa and jogged to the balcony to look down.
A man in a slender suit got out of the car. He was handsome and elegant, simply better looking than the big stars on TV.
The man seemed to notice that someone was looking at him and looked up to meet Rongshu’s eyes.
His eyes were cold and unfeeling.
Rongshu was used to this kind of gaze, and the corners of her mouth tugged without a smile.
After Fu Jingting entered the room, Rong Shu ran the bath water for him as usual: “Husband, grandmother went to the Buddhist temple almost almost a month ago, in the afternoon, her old man called back and said to ask for a peace blessing for you ……”
“I have something to say to you.” Fu Jingting called out to her who was busy.
Rongshu turned her head back.
Fu Jingting had been staring at her with dark eyes that had indifference and detachment in them, but only the absence of warmth.
His thin lips moved, and Fu Jingting spoke in a deep voice: “Gu Manyin is coming back, so you’ll be moving out tomorrow.”
Rongshu’s heart went cold inch by inch.
Sure enough, Fu Jinglin was right.
“What if I don’t?” Her voice was soft, as if it was an ethereal cloud of smoke.
Fu Jingting frowned.
This woman in front of him, who had always obeyed his words, was disobeying him for the first time.
His voice was cold: “Don’t forget how you married me six years ago.”
How could Rongshu forget.
When Gu Manyin had a car accident, she was the one who called 120, and she was also the one who gave Gu Manyin a panda blood transfusion, and Fu Jingting thanked her and promised her a request.
At that time, Rong Shu only said that her only request was to get married to him.
That was the thought that had been rooted in her heart since she first met Fu Jingting in high school.
Chapter 2
When the doctor initially concluded that Gu Manyin had no chance of waking up, only then did Fu Jingting agree to her.
But Fu Jingting had always been indifferent to her.
Rongshu lifted her chin and looked straight at him, not flinching: “I am your wife, why should I move out when she comes back?”
Fu Jingting looked over abruptly, his face slowly sinking, the depth in his eyes becoming more and more appalling: “On what basis? Just because Gu Manyin said that you hit her with your car six years ago!”
Rongshu was flabbergasted for a moment, then actually smiled, a bitter smile, “Do you believe me when I say I didn’t?”
Fu Jingting stepped closer to her, finally forcing her into a corner, and said coldly, “Do you think I’ll believe it?”
The man kept staring at her with dark eyes.
There was a sudden disgust and dislike in them!
“You’re a woman with a wrong heart, I can’t wait to get back what Gu Manyin has suffered from you a thousand times over!” Fu Jingting’s face was filled with coldness.
Rongshu was shocked by the ruthlessness in the man’s eyes.
Six years had pa*sed, even a stone should be warmed up by now, right?
But his heart was still cold.
“I didn’t!” Rongshu pursed her lips to death.
Fu Jingting looked at her from above, his dark eyes cold and grim, unable to find any warmth: “You are a smart woman, you should know what to do.”
He left, leaving only a cold silence in the room.
Rongshu looked at herself in the mirror, pale, exhausted.
Was this still her?
What a proud person she had been at the beginning, but she had humbled herself like this in this relationship.
It was ridiculous.
After a long time, she slowly let out a breath: “It’s time to let go of myself ……”
……
The next morning, Fu Jingting took Gu Manyin to the hospital for a review.
Rongshu stood in front of the mirror, took off the apron she had worn for six years, changed into a white dress and carried her suitcase downstairs.
Fu Jinglin was watching TV with his legs crossed when he looked up, “Hey! What are you doing there?”
Rongshu swept him a faint glance, ignored it and walked straight towards the door.
When Fu Jinglin saw that the situation was not right, he hurriedly went forward and pulled her suitcase, and looked at her coldly: “Are you deaf? Can’t you hear me talking to you? Have you cleaned the room yet? Have you made the food? Where do you want to go this early in the morning?”
A sixteen-year-old boy, who had no respect for his sister-in-law, was even aggressive in his yelling and gesticulating.
Rongshu broke his fingers, one by one, and said with a cold face, “Listen, you little b*****d, from now on, I won’t serve you anymore.”
She didn’t use much strength, but he deliberately shouted, “Mum! Mum, come here! This b*tch is bullying me!”
“What’s wrong, Xiaolin?”
Wang Shuqin came downstairs and her face turned blue as she cursed and swiped at Rong Shu with a chicken feather duster, “My God! How dare you bully my son! I’ll beat you to death!”
It was not as if this old woman had never beaten her before.
She had put up with it for Fu Jingting’s sake.
But this time ……
Rong Shu quickly grabbed it and threw the chicken feather duster to the ground with a hard yank, her voice icy cold: “You try touching me again?”
Wang Shuqin was instantly subdued by her.
When she reacted, she shouted, “Rong Shu, you’ve turned against me! I want my son to divorce you!”
Once upon a time, for the sake of the old lady’s face, she had always avoided any conflict with Wang Shuqin and did not want to be disliked by Fu Jingting.
She was afraid before, but now she didn’t care anymore.
Rongshu spoke indifferently, “Whatever.”
Not caring how the people behind her spilled their guts, she dragged her suitcase and left Fu’s house.
A red Ferrari was parked outside, and the man in it was handsome and evil, waving to her, “Baby~ Come on up.”
Rongshu got into the car and the two of them left.