Rong Yan maintained her smile.
"Little sister." She deliberately avoided looking at Fu Jingsheng.
She and Rong Bing had no deep-seated hatred, nor did they share a particularly strong sisterly bond.
Just going through the motions.
Rong Bing felt guilty. Why was her sister back?
"Sister, is it really you?" Rong Bing feigned a hug to Rong Yan, her eyes quickly welling up with tears. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"
"I haven't had time yet," Rong Yan said, making an excuse.
"Sister, come home with me after the banquet. I have a lot to tell you."
"Which home should we go back to?" Rong Yan's voice was cold and emotionless.
Rong Bing paused for a moment, then slowly released her grip on her sister.
In the Rong family, Rong Bing was the most favored. Not only did her parents and grandparents show her favoritism, but Rong Yan was never jealous and still treated her younger sister very well.
The two girls are only one year apart, but because Rongyan transferred schools with her mother and repeated a grade, they went to school and came home together from elementary school onwards.
The two of them would share any secrets they had.
Including the boy I like.
This includes the time Rong Yan risked her life to save someone.
Rong Bing knew that Rong Yan liked Fu Jingsheng when she was in high school.
At this moment, Rong Yan seemed like a different person, her attitude towards her was so cold.
“Go back to my place, I have my own house,” Rong Bing said. “Sheng, can I stay at the Fu family’s place tonight? I want to keep my sister company.”
She sought Fu Jingsheng's opinion.
The man said absentmindedly, "Whatever you want."
"Okay," Rong Yan replied, but her heart was stung.
After she married Fu Jingsheng, he never cared where she went or what she did. He even told her that she didn't need to report to him and that she could do whatever she wanted.
So-called freedom in marriage means not caring.
Rong Yan understood that Fu Jingsheng didn't care about her, so he let her do whatever she wanted. Even if she drank all night and didn't come home, he wouldn't blame her.
At this moment, Rong Bing only needs to report to him when she goes back to her own house at night. This shows that he cares about her and asks about everything.
"I'm going over there." Rong Yan made an excuse to leave; she didn't want to see the two of them showing affection for even a second longer.
Fu Jingsheng looked at the woman who completely ignored him. After all, they had been married for seven years, and she didn't even say hello.
He watched as Rong Yan greeted all the men with a radiant smile, skipping over him the only one, and a surge of anger inexplicably rose in his chest.
The man grabbed her: "Aren't doctors supposed to have a compassionate heart?"
Fu Jingsheng questioned.
He wanted to add another sentence: How vicious must one be to not even treat one's own son?
Did giving birth to Fu Jingsheng's child make her feel so ashamed? That's why she wanted to kill her two sons as soon as they were born, but when she didn't, she deliberately didn't treat them when she knew they were sick.
Rong Yan's arm was gripped so tightly it hurt.
She thought it was Rong Bing's child.
For seven years, she blocked all news about Fu Jingsheng.
Therefore, everyone in Tiancheng knew that Fu Yunlei and Fu Yunting were the children of Fu Jingsheng and his ex-wife, except for her. She was the only one who did not know and thought that they were the children of Fu Jingsheng and Rong Bing.
"I don't know," Rong Yan tried to explain.
Fu Jingsheng interrupted: "Don't know what? Don't know they're still alive?"
So when she found out that the children had been rescued, she chose not to save them; she wished the two children were dead.
"Mm." Rong Yan nodded.
Fu Jingsheng forcefully shook off the woman's hand: "What exactly do you want? What do you want by agreeing to let the child see a doctor? I'm warning you, don't even think about getting close to Yun Ting again."
"Heh, we'll see," Rong Yan sneered.
So Fu Jingsheng brazenly stole the children, not afraid at all of knowing that the two children were still alive.
"President Fu, Dr. Song is my guest. Could you please give me some face?" Ye Jianming stepped in to smooth things over.
“Yes, Sheng, let’s talk about it when we get back,” Rong Bing advised.
"Sister, let's take a seat." Ye Jianming led Rong Yan to the main table. "Everyone, please take your seats too."
Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were separated by two tables, and the man would occasionally steal a glance at her out of the corner of his eye.
She smiled throughout, showing no sign of anything amiss.
Why is she so calm and collected?
Finally, the dinner ended, and then it was time for the free dance party.
Rong Yan, who had drunk some wine at the dinner table, was a little drunk. She found a private room to rest and waited for Ye Jianming to take her home.
The woman leaned back on the sofa and quickly fell asleep.
In a daze, I felt a pair of hands rubbing my face.
She opened her eyes.
A fat, round face blocked his view, and the man's smile was lewd: "Wearing so little and drinking like this, what else could it be but trying to seduce men?"
Liu Maofeng didn't know Rong Yan; he only knew that the woman in front of him was sexy and beautiful.
Rong Yan tried to push, but she couldn't muster any strength.
As the strange man reached out to take off her clothes, she screamed for help with all her might.
Fu Jingsheng found the dance party too noisy, so he came out of the lobby to find a quiet place to smoke. As he passed the private room, he saw two people lying on the sofa.
I initially thought it was just a couple getting carried away and taking care of things on the spot, but just as I was about to walk away, I noticed that familiar piece of clothing.
It felt exactly the same as that suffocating feeling I had when I stood outside my brother's room that year.
He went in as if possessed.
"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng pulled away the man who was taking off Rong Yan's coat.
"Who is it that ruined my good time?" Liu Fengmao cursed.
Upon turning around and seeing Fu Jingsheng, the man instantly cowered.
"Young Master Fu... Young Master Fu."
"Get out of here!" Fu Jingsheng roared.
Then he closed the door to the private room.
"Rong Yan! Are you really that insistent? It's just a birthday party, and you can't even let this opportunity slip by?"
Fu Jingsheng recalled the last message in his chat with Rong Yan: You really are no good, the experience was terrible.
His eyes were bloodshot, like those of a wild beast.
He grabbed Rong Yan's neck with his hand: "As long as it's for you, I'll give it to anyone, no matter who it is?"
"Fu Jingchen, you and that bald guy from earlier, did you also sleep with Ye Jianming? Otherwise, why would you be sitting at the head table? Does he know how promiscuous you are?" The man's words were full of humiliation.
Even after all these years, Fu Jingsheng still looks at her the same way.
Rong Yan closed her eyes in despair, biting her lip, and didn't say a word.
Silence means consent, which made Fu Jingsheng even angrier.
He simply tore off the woman's clothes.
With his upper body exposed, Fu Jingsheng completely lost his mind.
The thought that countless people had seen such splendor made him want to grind his teeth to dust.
The man bit Rong Yan and started to unbutton his own clothes.
Rong Yan was pinned down and unable to move.
She was in so much pain that she almost lost consciousness.
Rong Yan looked at Fu Jingsheng in despair and slowly closed her eyes.
Fu Jingsheng's actions were even rougher than the first time.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
She had longed to be Fu Jingsheng's woman.
But whether it was today or seven years ago, she felt no happiness when they did it.
An hour later, Fu Jingsheng was still not satisfied. Worried that the ball was about to end and the private room would be locked, the man wrapped Rong Yan in his own clothes and carried her directly to his car when no one was in the aisle.
The black Maybach drove towards the deserted suburbs.
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