Royal Water Bay.
Fu Jingsheng had just arrived home when the old lady called, saying that her things were packed and she needed to pick her up now.
He didn't expect his grandmother to act so quickly.
Once the old lady arrives, will he and Rong Yan have any good days?
Fu Jingsheng made an excuse that he was at the company and would only be free in the evening.
The old lady wasn't in a hurry, so she said she could pack some more and leave in the evening. If Fu Jingsheng didn't have time to pick her up in person, she would have the driver take her.
Fu Jingsheng had not yet told Rong Yan that her grandmother was coming.
He was trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
Rong Yan never spoke ill of the old lady; on the contrary, the old lady always found fault with Rong Yan, and even went to Rong Bing's house to criticize her.
Later, when it was discovered that everything was Rong Bing's conspiracy, the old lady finally calmed down. But would Rong Yan not care about what had already happened?
Fu Jingsheng's head ached more and more the more he thought about it.
He decided to confess to Rong Yan.
Rong Yan parked her car in front of her house and walked to Fu Jingsheng's villa.
I made a phone call downstairs.
Fu Jingsheng stood on the second-floor balcony: "Come up."
He's still tinkering with his romantic room.
The children had all gone to school, the servants were working on the first floor, and only two people remained on the second floor.
Fu Jingsheng lit incense in the room early in the morning, drew the curtains, and left only a warm yellow wall lamp on.
Rose petals were scattered on the large bed, and a large bouquet of sunflowers sat on the sofa.
He looked at it and was very satisfied before walking to the stairwell to meet Rong Yan.
As soon as Rong Yan arrived at the second-floor living room, Fu Jingsheng carried her to the bedroom.
"Did you prepare this?" the woman asked, looking at the suggestive room.
"I prepared it myself, without any help from anyone." Fu Jingsheng straightened his back. "Do you like it?"
The red petals were a bit rustic, but it was rare for Fu Jingsheng to have such a thoughtful gesture, so Rong Yan reluctantly said, "I like them."
The man looked down into her eyes; the woman's eyes sparkled, and her breath was full of life.
Today, Rong Yan wore a short down jacket on top and a bodycon mini skirt on the bottom, which accentuated her beautiful figure.
He couldn't help but pinch his leg: "Rong Yan, I've noticed that I always have bad thoughts when I'm with you."
Rong Yan gasped, "I never realized President Fu was so capable."
Even without Rong Yan saying anything, Fu Jingsheng himself felt like a wild beast in heat, instantly aroused.
But he had more important things to say.
After Fu Jingsheng helped Rong Yan onto the sofa, he didn't do anything further. Instead, he moved a stool and sat down in front of the woman.
"I have something to tell you." The man's expression was serious, and Rong Yan sensed that it wasn't anything good.
Sure enough, the next second he said that his grandmother was making a fuss about coming over, and it was impossible to have someone watching her 24 hours a day. Even if someone did watch her, they couldn't tie her hands up. She was really capable of stabbing herself with anything dangerous.
When had the old lady of the Fu family ever been so attached to her eldest grandson? Rong Yan was somewhat surprised.
"Didn't she like living with Fu Jingchen?"
Fu Jingsheng recounted in detail what happened at home today, emphasizing that it wasn't the first time.
He wanted to drive Huo Shufen and the others away. Rong Bing threatened that anyone who dared to touch his parents would be in trouble and the secret would be exposed.
Rong Yan never expected that even after agreeing to all of her demands, except for the money, the evidence still wasn't completely destroyed.
Human nature is greedy; once Rong Bing tasted the sweetness of success, she wouldn't stop.
The more afraid she was, the more Rong Bing could control her.
“Jing Sheng, do I really want to be threatened by her for the rest of my life? Rong Bing isn’t a person who keeps her word,” Rong Yan asked.
"So what if she knows I'm not her biological son? Does she even know the people in the photos? If she doesn't, finding them won't be easy." Rong Yan gambled that Rong Bing wouldn't be able to find out about her relationship with Zhao Wenbai, after all, there wasn't another Ye Jianming in the entire city.
“I’ll consult a lawyer at work tomorrow to see if there’s any way.” Fu Jingsheng cupped Rong Yan’s cheeks. “Grandma’s been making a fuss about coming over tonight. I’ll talk to her and make sure she stays here and doesn’t go to your place.”
Rong Yan hooked her arm around Fu Jingsheng's neck: "Okay."
She found that Fu Jingsheng made her feel very safe.
"Now it's time to do something fun." Fu Jingsheng lifted Rong Yan's chin with one hand.
His deep eyes were fixed on the woman's flushed face.
With his other hand, he ran his fingers through Rong Yan's hair and took a deep sniff: "It smells so good."
Rong Yan suddenly remembered something and pushed him away, saying, "I also have something to tell you."
She recalled what Shen Xingzhi had said that afternoon: in the clinic's official website inbox, many people had left messages hoping that another branch clinic would be opened in China.
Rong Yan asked Fu Jingsheng for his opinion.
"Wait a minute." Fu Jingsheng's lips brushed against Rong Yan's ear. "Let's finish today's work first, we'll talk about work later."
Today has been delayed by many things.
Fu Jingsheng reached out and lifted her onto a chair.
The tie was clasped around the woman's hand.
He looked down at her.
Rong Yan looked up and saw a tall figure in front of her. Underneath the unbuttoned shirt, his abdominal muscles were firm and full of sexual tension.
Fu Jingsheng has a really good physique; he doesn't have an ounce of excess fat on his body.
Rong Yan couldn't move, but she actually felt wonderful.
Is this really okay?
Rong Yan stared, completely mesmerized.
A ray of sunlight shone on the woman's face through the gap in the curtains.
She instinctively closed one eye.
Her expression was both playful and alluring. Fu Jingsheng had originally intended to kiss her slowly, but upon seeing her expression, he forgot all about the foreplay he had planned.
The man calmed down, and his soaring blood pressure gradually subsided.
I didn't go to the urology clinic this week, but I went to a relationship counseling center.
The teacher said that if you want a woman to be devoted to you, innate conditions only account for 10%, while postnatal efforts account for 90%. If the dance between husband and wife is good, the relationship will naturally be good.
How to dance? Men should practice squats; squats are the best technique to conquer women.
Squats in a romantic setting are the perfect finishing touch, and if you unlock a new position, your partner will be begging for mercy in no time.
Fu Jingsheng immediately realized that his technique was definitely lacking, so he practiced for a week and decided to give it a try.
The man pulled Rong Yan forward, the sound of his belt buckle breaking the silence of the room.
Rong Yan thought he was going to get straight to the point.
But the next second...
The unbuckled belt wasn't set aside. Fu Jingsheng broke it in two, wrapped it around his hand, and took off Rong Yan's clothes. The belt slid down in front of the woman.
The woman's legs were straight.
I don't know how Fu Jingsheng knows these things.
Rong Yan had never seen Fu Jingsheng like this before.
Just one look at her made her blush.
She closed her eyes, her breathing became rapid and heavy, and sounds occasionally escaped from between her teeth as she felt the stimulation he was giving her.
Rong Yan's voice made Fu Jingsheng feel numb. Each sound was like an electric current, shooting through his entire body. Coupled with the visual impact, the woman in front of him was completely exposed, and he trembled from time to time.
The bright spring sunshine made it impossible for Fu Jingsheng to look away.
He was clearly flirting with Rong Yan, but he found that he couldn't resist first.
He stopped; only the closeness of their skin could calm his burning heart.
A few minutes later, Fu Jingsheng tossed the belt aside.
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