Chapter 210 Stab him!
The wedding was postponed.
Shen Qingshu stayed in her room and did not go out.
At noon, Aunt Zhang came in and brought her lunch.
Seeing Shen Qingshu sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, Zhang Ma pursed her lips and sighed softly.
It was supposed to be a wedding, but the beautiful bride didn't look happy at all.
Everyone could see how discordant and bizarre this wedding was.
Fu Siyan paid them to come and do things, and they had no right to judge their employer's actions.
It's a bit of a shock that a man as wealthy and powerful as Fu Siyan could also experience unrequited love.
Love is the one thing in this world that cannot be forced.
Zhang Ma walked up to Shen Qingshu and said gently, "Madam, please eat first. I just heard from the master that the wedding will not be held until tonight. Please have something to eat first."
Shen Qingshu opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Ma.
A moment later, her gaze swept over the food that Wang Ma had placed on the table.
“I don’t want to eat this,” she said coldly. “Tell the chef to change it to steak.”
"Oh?" Aunt Zhang was a little surprised. "But you're sick, eating steak isn't good for your digestion, is it?"
"I want steak," Shen Qingshu said firmly. "And it has to be top-quality, premium steak, prepared to the standards of a Western restaurant!"
Zhang Ma didn't dare to persuade her any further, and simply said, "Please wait a moment, I'll go and ask the master."
This is an essential step.
Fortunately, Fu Siyan did not refuse.
About half an hour later, Wang Ma carried the steak that the chef had just cooked into the room.
"Madam, the steak is ready."
Shen Qingshu stood up and walked over, dragging the thick train of her wedding dress. "You can go out now."
"good."
After Zhang Ma left, Shen Qingshu sat down, looking at the cut steak on the plate with a furrowed brow.
The steak was cut up, and Zhang Ma gave her chopsticks, wooden chopsticks at that!
This was clearly Fu Siyan's intention.
As expected of Fu Siyan, he guards against her so closely.
Shen Qingshu picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, chewing the beef without expression.
She won't give up like this.
...
Shen Qingshu only ate a few pieces of steak and then stopped.
She came out of the room carrying a tray of food.
Zhang Ma had been waiting outside the door. When she saw Shen Qingshu come out, she hurriedly went to greet her, "Madam, I'll take care of it."
"It's okay, I just wanted to go out for a walk too."
Shen Qingshu avoided Zhang Ma's hand, "Where is the kitchen?"
Seeing that she was adamant, Zhang Ma had no choice but to lead the way.
Upon arriving in the kitchen, Zhang Ma took the plate from Shen Qingshu's hands.
The chef was somewhat surprised to see Shen Qingshu. "Madam, is the steak not to your liking?"
Shen Qingshu looked at the chef and said calmly, "The taste is quite good, but I want to drink juice now."
She glanced at the kitchen, pointed to the fresh food display case, and said, "Make me a glass of orange juice."
The chef immediately nodded, "Yes, madam, I'll make it for you right away."
"Okay, I'll wait. You're not in a hurry."
As she spoke, Shen Qingshu began to walk around the kitchen.
She dragged that heavy wedding dress back and forth.
Zhang Ma stood aside, looking at Shen Qingshu with some confusion.
But Shen Qingshu seemed quite normal, so she didn't say anything.
Once the chef had finished making the juice, Shen Qingshu took it, turned around, and left the kitchen without hesitation.
Throughout the entire process, Zhang Ma watched very carefully and did not notice anything unusual.
Zhang Ma secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Qingshu carried the juice back to her room.
Just as I sat down on the edge of the bed, Fu Siyan pushed open the door and walked in.
Seeing the shoebox in his hand, Shen Qingshu's eyes turned cold.
Fu Siyan walked over and squatted down in front of her.
Shen Qingshu watched as he knelt on one knee and lifted one of her feet with one hand.
Then, he opened the shoebox and took out a pair of crystal shoes.
They were exactly the same as the ones I had this morning.
In less than a day, Fu Siyan actually found a pair of shoes that were exactly the same.
The shoe size is standard this time.
They fit Shen Qingshu's feet perfectly.
Fu Siyan raised his head, his dark eyes gazing intently at her. "A-Shu, look, I did it."
Shen Qingshu felt a surge of cold mockery in her heart.
She looked at him expressionlessly. "Should I praise you?"
“No need.” Fu Siyan’s thin lips curved slightly. “I just want to prove to you that I can do anything for you.”
"Is that so?" Shen Qingshu sneered. "Then if I asked you to jump into the sea right now, could you do it?"
Fu Siyan was taken aback.
But soon, he chuckled softly, seemingly helplessly, "The truth?"
"Honestly," Shen Qingshu sneered, "This is international waters. I would forgive you if you jumped in. If you didn't die, you're lucky; if you did, you deserved it."
"Ah Shu, I can't die."
Fu Siyan looked at her with a very serious expression, "Someone still needs me."
"Yes, of course you don't want to die. Your Fu Siyu still needs you to be a good father to him!"
Shen Qingshu pulled her foot back and looked at him coldly.
“But Fu Siyan, I’ve wished you would die sooner than once! But in this world, it’s always the wicked who live the longest.”
"I know I can't beat you, so I hope this is the last time you'll bother me. You said this wedding was something I owed you, so I'll repay you this time, even though it disgusts me. I also hope that after this wedding, you'll give me my freedom back!"
The hatred in a woman's eyes is so real and intense.
Fu Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed as he stood up and replied in a low voice, "Okay, I understand."
…
Night falls.
The wedding march played on the deck.
The emcee stood in front of the stage, watching Shen Qingshu, supported by Wang Mahe, limp as she walked down the red carpet toward Fu Siyan.
The emcee was the same one who officiated their divorce ceremony in Ghana four years ago.
He looked a little older than he had four years ago, but he was still wearing the same emcee's uniform.
Shen Qingshu was momentarily dazed.
Everything seemed to have returned to that day.
However, there wasn't a single guest at today's wedding.
Only the wedding company staff and Zhang Ma were present.
Fu Siyan took out a pair of wedding rings.
It was the pair of wedding rings that Yun Guichen Qingshu rejected that day.
There was also that pigeon egg.
Fu Siyan put the wedding ring on Shen Qingshu's ring finger and the pigeon egg on her index finger.
When it was Shen Qingshu's turn to put the wedding ring on his finger, Shen Qingshu deliberately didn't hold the ring properly.
The ring fell to the ground and rolled a long way.
Zhang Ma immediately went to pick it up.
He picked it up and handed it back to Shen Qingshu.
Shen Qingshu, with a cold expression, released her fingers again.
However, this time Fu Siyan seemed to have anticipated that she was doing it on purpose, so the moment she let go, he reached out and caught the ring.
Under Shen Qingshu's provocative gaze, he calmly slipped the wedding ring onto the ring finger of his left hand.
The emcee hastily announced that the ceremony was over.
"Groom, you may now kiss your bride."
Shen Qingshu glared at Fu Siyan, her eyes icy cold.
Fu Siyan held her slender waist and slowly lowered his head—
Shen Qingshu frowned and turned away.
Fu Siyan's kiss landed on the corner of her mouth.
Shen Qingshu tensed up and pushed him away.
Fu Siyan simply smiled faintly, then picked her up in his arms and turned to walk towards their 'wedding room'.
The wedding march was still echoing.
Shen Qingshu looked up at the night sky.
It was pitch black; there was no moon or starlight.
This was a night destined for despair.
The large bed in the room had been replaced with a festive four-piece bedding set in bright red, and rose petals were scattered on the floor.
A large "double happiness" character was pasted above the head of the bed.
Everything looked so beautiful and romantic.
Shen Qingshu was placed on the large bed by Fu Siyan.
What will happen next is obvious.
Fu Siyan loosened his tie and leaned down to kiss Shen Qingshu's fair neck...
Shen Qingshu remained expressionless as she reached under her pillow.
Fu Siyan kissed her neck with his thin lips, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Qingshu pull a knife out from under the pillow...
He clearly saw it and knew what she wanted to do, but he did nothing and closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate.
The next instant, a sharp pain shot through my back—
The man's tall frame suddenly froze!
The stench of blood filled the air...
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