Chapter 49 It's Not Important to Me

Fu Ciyan frowned slightly:

"What else? Could Jiaojiao lie? She is my sister, I watched her grow up."

Seeing him like this, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but feel sorry for Wen Nanxi. How much grievance had she suffered that her closest husband didn't trust her?

Looking at Ji Jiaojiao's smug look, it was obvious that this was not the first time she had done this.

She shook her head and said earnestly:

"Sir, the wife is your wife. In fact, you are the one who should trust her the most. It's not like you just met her. Don't you know what kind of person the wife is?"

When Ji Jiaojiao heard this, she was immediately dissatisfied:

"Aunt Zhao, what do you mean? Are you telling Brother Yan not to trust me? Did Wen Nanxi ask you to sow discord between us?"

Aunt Zhao slapped her old face:

"Oh, Miss Ji Jiaojiao, I can't bear such a big hat. Who am I to sow discord between you and your husband? I'm just being nosy. Please don't take it to heart."

Ji Jiaojiao was so angry that she was neither calm nor upset, but she couldn't be too domineering, so she had to vent her anger on the plate of soup dumplings.

Aunt Zhao returned to the kitchen, cleaned up the pile of pots and pans, and couldn't help but sigh again.

What a good girl, how could she marry into such a rotten family?

If He Wanfeng knew that his daughter was bullied like this, he would be so angry that he would crawl out of the ground and take Fu Ci Yan away.

After Aunt Zhao left, Ji Jiaojiao coquettishly asked Fu Ciyan to go to work, but he looked upstairs, thinking about what Aunt Zhao had just said.

Aunt Zhao, the live-in nanny, was specially chosen by Fu Ci Yan. She is from Hai City and worked for the He family, Wen Nanxi's mother's family, when she was young. She is very outstanding in character and ability.

And from the past few days of getting along, it can be seen that Aunt Zhao really supports Wen Nanxi and thinks about her all the time.

Then what she said was most likely what Wen Nanxi was thinking.

"Brother, let's go. Xiao Li has been waiting outside for a long time."

"You get in the car first. I have something to do and will be there soon."

Fu Ci Yan went upstairs, stood at Wen Nanxi's door and knocked.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Wen Nanxi thought it was Aunt Zhao, but when she opened the door, she saw Fu Ciyan's ugly face, and her mood immediately turned sour.

"Are you so unhappy to see me?"

Fu Ci Yan felt unhappy. She was arranging samples on the model. The morning sun shone on her face, making her look like she was living a peaceful and tranquil life.

There was a smile on his lips, but the moment he saw Fu Ci Yan, the corners of his mouth immediately drooped, and the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

Wen Nanxi looked away: "If you have something to say, just say it."

Fu Ciyan paused and said, "Just now downstairs, were you really unhappy because Jiaojiao drank your chicken soup?"

Wen Nanxi focused on the work at hand: "Is this important?"

"important."

As soon as these two words came out, Wen Nanxi raised her head, looked at him and pulled the corner of her mouth, but the smile did not reach her eyes:

"But it doesn't matter to me, because you never believe me, you only believe Ji Jiaojiao."

Fu Ciyan: "As long as you say it, I will believe you."

"Oh, if you really believed me, you wouldn't have asked this question. Go away, and don't come to me again except to discuss divorce."

This belated trust was indeed of no use to her. The wound had already been created the moment it was cut, and even if it healed, a long scar would be left.

Fu Ci Yan stood at the door for a long time, and finally turned around and left.

Wen Nanxi didn't go out for two whole days. In order to prevent herself from meeting Fu Ci Yan and Ji Jiaojiao, she even had Aunt Zhao bring her meals.

Without seeing this pair of scumbags and bitches, they were filled with inspiration. Not only did they make the samples for the preliminary round, they also drew up the jewelry design for An Qianxue.

The next step was to find a model. She originally wanted to pick one from Xia Tian’s artists, but after looking at a lot of photos and videos, she didn’t find anyone she particularly liked.

The cheongsam she designed is very picky. Not only does it require a flawless figure, but it also requires certain temperament and appearance.

Ji Jiaojiao and Fu Ci Yan were not at home at the moment, so she went downstairs to chat with Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao is from Haishi, and her mother's hometown is in Haishi. She likes to listen to Aunt Zhao talk about the customs and people of Haishi, as if this can help her feel what her mother's life once was.

When her mother He Wanfeng was alive, she would take her back every year. Her grandparents loved her very much and wanted to treat her like a little princess.

But after He Wanfeng passed away, Wen Mingde forbade her from contacting anyone from the He family.

She couldn't even make a phone call. She still remembered that one Chinese New Year, she called her grandparents and was heard by Wen Mingde. Wen Nanxi was severely beaten and locked in a small dark room for the entire New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

She still remembers the feeling of having no response from anyone.

Hunger, fear, collapse, despair.

It left a huge trauma in her little body.

This also caused her to be particularly afraid of dark and small spaces.

From then on, she didn't dare to contact her grandparents. Her grandparents also knew her situation and didn't dare to act rashly. After all, they couldn't get custody of her. Their concern would only make Wen Mingde treat Wen Nanxi worse, so they could only send He Yan to see her occasionally.

At that time, she met He Yan secretly, like a thief.

She didn't dare to do that because if she was discovered she would be beaten and locked up in a small dark room.

She had a very pleasant conversation with Aunt Zhao and felt much better.

But at this time, Wen Mingde called.

Wen Nanxi hesitated for a long time, but finally answered the call.

Wen Mingde's curses rang out instantly:

"You little bitch! You were actually raped? Are you trying to embarrass me?! I'm telling you, if this incident gets you kicked out of the Fu family, I'll definitely beat you to death!"

Wen Nanxi sneered: "Listen, is this what a father can say? It's my fault that I was raped?"

"You took after your mother, and grew up to be that slutty and shameless person. You've brought shame to our Wen family. If I had known this would happen, I would have drowned you!"

She had long since given up hope for her father's love, but Wen Mingde's insults to her mother immediately made her face darken:

"You say another word about my mother? I'll have Fu Ciyan cut off the Wen family's investment right now!"

Wen Mingde raised his voice and shouted:

"How dare you! Wen Nanxi, go home now, I have something to talk to you about."

Wen Nanxi: "From the moment you sold me, I have nothing to do with you anymore. Don't even think about letting me go back to the Wen family."

Wen Mingde's voice suddenly lowered, with a hint of mockery in it:

"Okay, then I'll throw your fucking ranking out."

Wen Nanxi's pretty face twisted at that moment, and her eyes were stained red.

But she knew that Wen Mingde was capable of such a thing, so she gritted her teeth and said:

"Okay, I'll be right back, wait for me."