Rong Yan looked at it carefully.
Fu Jingsheng actually had the character "贝" tattooed on his body, with the character entwined by flower vines.
"You got a tattoo?" Rong Yan asked.
Fu Jingsheng always cherished every inch of his skin. He would disinfect even the slightest scratch several times, inside and out, for fear of leaving a scar.
The tattoo on his chest was at least the size of a ping-pong ball, standing out starkly against his smooth skin.
"This place is closest to the heart." The man smiled slightly. "If we brand it, everyone who sees it will stay far away."
Rong Yan lightly touched the totem with her fingers: "Does it hurt?"
He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
Rong Yan didn't believe it: "Don't do this again. Every inch of your skin is mine. You have to get my permission to do whatever you want with it. How can it not hurt to poke so many small holes for coloring?"
Fu Jingsheng scraped hard, scraping off a bit of the vine: "Don't you like my tattoo?"
Rong Yan hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to tell the truth. If she did, she would say she didn't like it. Why put all these fancy things on perfectly good skin? But Fu Jingsheng had sacrificed so much for love. It would be too hurtful to say she didn't like it.
"I like it." The woman said one thing but meant another.
"Really?" Then I'll get another tattoo on my waist.
“No,” Rong Yan said without hesitation, “One is enough.”
"So you don't like it?" Fu Jingsheng scraped the vines hard, scraping off some of the slender branches. "Luckily, it was pasted on."
Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief and then scraped it off. Sure enough, it came off. She squeezed the man's flesh and said, "You scared me to death. Don't get tattoos. I don't like these things. From now on, you'll have to ask me before you get anything done on your body, okay?"
He pressed down on her: "Okay, give me a kiss."
Rong Yan slapped the man away, saying, "I'm afraid of being poisoned." Though she said these words of refusal, the next second she kissed the man's neck.
"Young master, we're almost home," the driver reminded him.
Rong Yan moved away from Fu Jingsheng's neck and quickly put clothes on him.
Inside the villa, the Fu family matriarch personally cut out double happiness symbols for her grandson.
Rong Bing pulled Fu Jingchen along, pretending to come early to wish her brother and sister-in-law a happy new year, but actually there to find out which car Rong Yan would be taking tomorrow.
When Gu Hannian saw Rong Bing, her face immediately fell. She had a feeling that this person's arrival was bound to bring trouble.
Rong Bing took the initiative to flatter her: "Sister, from now on we are family."
Gu Hannian rolled her eyes: "A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken has no good intentions."
For the sake of tomorrow's plans, Rong Bing decided to hold back for the time being; she couldn't afford to argue with Gu Hannian.
"Sister, I've come to deliver a gift. Aren't you going to let me in? Then I'll call for Grandma." Rong Bing looked into the house.
Gu Hannian stepped aside: "My sister and her family live next door. Are you sending gifts to Grandma's place because you want people to know what you're sending?"
Rong Bing forced a smile: "Grandma is an elder, so we should greet her first. Sister Han Nian, I'm going in now."
Rong Bing, wearing sky-high heels, swayed her hips as she entered the house.
She saw the old lady cutting out the "double happiness" character, and a surge of jealousy welled up inside her. The old lady was actually cutting out the "double happiness" character herself, while she and Fu Jingchen were getting married, and she hadn't done anything.
What's the point of being good to her?
"Grandma," Rong Bing said with a forced smile.
"Bingbing." The old lady hadn't seen Rong Bing sitting in the demon room for a long time, and thought that the family was finally living in harmony. She asked Rong Bing to sit next to her and see if the haircut was good.
Rong Bing stared at the red "double happiness" characters, her heart filled with resentment.
Let's make these people and Rong Yan crash and burn tomorrow.
Having learned that Rong Yan would be departing from the W Hotel at 8:00 AM tomorrow, and that the main wedding car would be Fu Jingsheng's Maybach with consecutive license plate numbers, Rong Bing called the person she had arranged in advance and transferred a deposit of 500,000 yuan.
Once they received the money, the person guaranteed to handle things perfectly.
Seeing Rong Bing and her brother's family reconcile, Fu Jingchen was genuinely happy.
The man didn't know that it was all an illusion. Rong Bing always felt that her sister had taken everything from her. Even a few days ago, when she wanted to do a live broadcast at Fu's, even if she only earned a few thousand yuan, as long as she could fulfill her dream, Rong Yan directly rejected her.
Her hatred for Rong Yan grew deeper and deeper.
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On the morning of the wedding, Fu Jingsheng couldn't wait to set off.
Arrived at the W Hotel early to wait.
Rong Yan had barely managed to fall asleep after taking melatonin the night before. Just as dawn broke, the makeup artist arrived, and she and Shen Xingzhi got up together.
To save time, Rong Yan only hired one bridesmaid and did not block the door.
Fu Jingsheng sat in the car, glancing in the mirror every now and then and asking He Wei how he looked. With the wedding time fast approaching, the man nervously rubbed his trouser legs, his hands sweating.
"Mr. Fu, it's not like it's your first time getting married, what's there to be nervous about?" He Wei teased.
Fu Jingsheng took a deep breath: "What do you know? Watch the time. I'll settle the score with you if you're even a second late."
"At 7:55, the man went upstairs, carrying a bouquet that was bigger than his upper body. Besides He Wei, there was only one cameraman following behind him to record the whole wedding procession."
Rong Yan had already done her makeup, and the red dress made her look even more radiant.
Shen Xingzhi sat in front of her admiringly: "So beautiful, who can resist?"
Rong Yan admired herself in the mirror; her face was indeed radiant and beautiful.
The doorbell rang.
Shen Xingzhi ran over: "Coming, coming!"
She opened the door, stood to the side, clapped her hands and shouted: "Civilized wedding reception, no blocking the door! Big brother, big brother, welcome to my place! He's here, he's here! He's coming with a red envelope!"
Rong Yan stared in disbelief at the hardworking Shen Xingzhi, wondering where she had learned this technique.
Hearing the shouts from behind the door, Fu Jingsheng pulled out a large red envelope from his pocket.
His gaze fell on Rong Yan. Even though he had seen her in wedding dresses and formal attire before, he still couldn't take his eyes off her when he saw her again on a formal occasion.
For some reason, Fu Jingsheng stared at Rong Yan for a moment, and his eyes turned red, and his nose felt sore.
I feel like crying. I should be happy, so why do I want to cry?
He avoided the camera.
Like Rong Yan, her eyes were red, and she slightly raised her chin to hold back her tears.
Fu Jingsheng walked towards her step by step. When he hugged Rong Yan, he looked down and tears fell onto the woman's back.
He pretended to touch his nose and wiped the corner of his eye, but when he said, "Wife, I've come to marry you," tears welled up in his eyes again.
Rong Yan buried her face in the man's arms.
Shen Xingzhi, who was still shouting "Welcome!" from behind the door, saw this scene and wiped away her tears.
Rong Yan took a tissue and dabbed at the corner of her eyes, then buried her face in front of the man: "I knew you would come, so I've been waiting. You must treat me well for the rest of my life."
"Mmm." He hugged Rong Yan tightly.
The two hugged for a while and then touched up their makeup.
Fu Jingsheng carried Rong Yan downstairs, and He Wei handed out red envelopes to everyone they met along the way.
At the hotel entrance, there were eight Maybachs. The first and last cars were filled with photographers, and several cameras were filming from all directions. Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were sitting in the second car.
The wedding cars departed from the checkpoint.
The people Rong Bing arranged to stage an accident waited outside the hotel for a long time.
He compared the car photos Rong Bing gave him and found that all eight cars were exactly the same. Which one should he hit?
Seeing that the eight cars had already started moving, the man closed his eyes and charged forward, intending to crash into whichever car he wanted.
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