The sun cast a circle of light yellow lotus leaves on the dark green curtains.
On the wide windowsill, there was a soft Egypt blanket. A young woman was leaning against it, holding a book in her hand. She was reading it with relish. Her long hair was like smooth silk, pouring down along her beautiful shoulders. The sun shone through, and the half porcelain-white face could not be seen clearly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Fu Jing suddenly raised her head. The sun was shining on her almost transparent skin, and even the tiny fluff and faint blood vessels could be seen clearly.
"Come in." She frowned slightly, as if her leisure and anger had been interrupted.
"Young Madam, Young Master just called and said..."
Aunt Qin glanced at her and saw that her eyes were still fixed on the book in front of her. She couldn't help but be a little confused. "She said that there was something important in the company today, so she couldn't go back with you."
"Oh." Jing Jing made an almost inaudible sound from her mouth and immersed herself in the book again.
Aunt Qin looked at her in a daze. "Oh, what does that mean?"
"Young Madam, Madam is very angry. She said that she wanted to call Young Master in person and ask him to come back..."
"No need." Jing Zhi raised her head again. Her large cotton-padded nightdress covered her delicate skeleton and frail body. She smiled slowly and said, "I will tell Mom that I will go back by myself today."
"Young Madam, that's not good. It's against the rules!"
"Didn't Shaoting say that the company is very busy? Then don't disturb him. It's just that it's not a big deal to settle down. Besides, the rules are also set by people. He's just dead."
Jing Zhi smiled again and closed the book. "Aunt Qin, I'll get changed right away. Go and get the car ready for me."
"Ah." Aunt Qin saw that she was fine and did not seem to be angry at all. She heaved a sigh of relief, turned around, closed the door, and went out.
She stood up slowly, walked to the wardrobe, and opened it. Her fingers gently slid over the row of clothes as if she was plucking the strings of the zither. Over and over again, her eyes gradually became dull.
He had been married for three days. On his wedding night, he had been gone for a minute and had not come back until now. Although her mother-in-law comforted her that he was too busy and could not leave for a while, how could she not understand?
He simply disliked her and hated her.
However, this was also good. They respected each other as if they were as cold as ice. There was nothing wrong with it. What she wanted was just the peace of the half room, the peace of the wind and rain, and the peace of a cup of tea and a good book. Everything else did not matter to her.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling and calmed down. He picked out a bright yellow foreign suit and changed it. He applied some make-up to cover his dark circles. He chose a milky white bag and went downstairs.
Her mother-in-law looked a little uneasy. On the contrary, she smiled and comforted her with a few words. The colorful gifts were well prepared. The servants were busy packing up in the car. They didn't look at it anymore. They just said goodbye to their mother-in-law and got in the car and went to the Fu family.
Although she forced herself to calm down along the way, there was still a thin layer of sweat in her palm. The Fu family's management was not easy to get along with. This time, when she went back alone, there would be a series of sarcastic remarks. Although she knew it in her heart, she still couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
