Rong Yan held her bag in front of her chest: "I just remembered, I need to go to the clinic. I haven't asked for leave yet, can you give me a ride?"
"Okay." Fu Jingsheng let go.
Rong Yan sat in the car, opened the window, and felt inexplicably hot.
Fu Jingsheng turned on the air conditioner: "I'm not teasing you, save it for tonight."
At the clinic, everyone saw the news that Rong Yan had obtained her marriage certificate and went to the flower shop next door to buy flowers.
Before Rong Yan's car even stopped, everyone stood at the door to offer their congratulations.
"Wishing the doctor and Mr. Fu a long and happy marriage, and may they have another child."
Fu Jingsheng smiled slightly: "Thank you."
Rong Yan dismissed everyone, and a group of people lined up at the door shouting slogans, like a pyramid scheme.
Shen Xingzhi had prepared a final surprise and was waiting on the second floor.
She had kept that red mother-of-pearl necklace for a long time. It was designed by King, Rong Yan's favorite jewelry designer. It was a natural heart shape, and the chain was made up of countless YS letters, representing Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng.
Rong Yan kissed Shen Xingzhi on the cheek.
She handed the clinic over to her best friend and stepped back from the limelight to spend time with her adoptive mother and prepare for her wedding.
Shen Xingzhi also hoped that Rong Yan could rest for a while, as Rong Yan had encountered too many things in the past six months.
"Rest assured, I will not let Dr. Song down." Shen Xingzhi's eyes were firm.
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At Puyue Mansion, Rong Bing returned from a spa treatment and saw an invitation on the table: Fu Jingsheng was going to remarry her.
No wonder people have been coming to see the side courtyard for the past few days; he wants to sell it so he can live with Rong Yan.
Their wedding is in a week! They were arguing just yesterday, how did they remarry?
Rong Bing's mind was buzzing.
She couldn't bear to see her sister happy.
The old lady finished tidying her clothes, came out in her wheelchair, and happily called out to Rong Bing, "Bingbing!"
Rong Bing gave a forced smile and stepped forward, saying perfunctorily, "Grandma."
The old lady told Rong Bing that Fu Jingsheng was going to take her to live in Yushui Bay, and from then on, it would only be her and Fu Jingchen here, so only two servants would be needed.
"Two maids?" Rong Bing was surprised. Such a big house requires two people to clean, cook, and drive.
Rong Bing refused.
Knowing that Fu Jingsheng paid for the servants' wages, Old Mrs. Fu said, "Keep them all, you can support yourselves."
Rong Bing didn't expect the old lady to change her expression so quickly. The woman put away her fake smile and said, "Grandma, there's no need to dismiss the nanny before she's even left."
The old lady glared at Rong Bing. Although the Fu family had weathered the crisis, the financial pressure had not eased, and they had to cut costs from top to bottom.
"From now on, each person's expenses will be their own responsibility." The old lady didn't say anything more and had the maid push her to the garden.
Rong Bing returned to her room and knocked over the cosmetics on the dressing table. "This is too much! Haven't you bothered Rong Yan in a while? Do they think she's scared?"
The woman thought viciously: Fine, I'll cause some trouble at the wedding.
After receiving the invitation, Fu Jingchen returned to the company and was absent-minded all day.
That woman stole my brother seven years ago, and seven years later she's still able to get back together with him.
Because of her, her relationship with her brother became increasingly strained.
Fu Jingchen pretended to be concerned about his brother's wedding, inquiring about where Rong Yan was starting from and whether he should be the one to pick up the bride.
After obtaining the specific address, he prepared to tamper with it.
After packing up her personal belongings at the clinic, Rong Yan went to the bridal shop with Fu Jingsheng.
He had already ordered the haute couture diamond-encrusted wedding dress, and Rong Yan could come and pick it up whenever she agreed to get married.
In the VIP fitting room, Fu Jingsheng personally helped Rong Yan try on clothes.
The man's fingers slid across Rong Yan's shoulder, and the woman's back instantly stiffened.
The VIP fitting room was half the size of her own walk-in closet, and Rong Yan's mind went blank.
She's corrupted.
I've been influenced by Fu Jingsheng to become a fan of BL (Boys' Love).
After the waiter brought them up, Fu Jingsheng sent them all away, leaving only two people on the third floor.
The warmth from the overhead heater made my cheeks feel hot.
Rong Yan covered her face to cool down.
Fu Jingsheng did not stop what he was doing. His fingertips wandered over the woman's back, occasionally pinching her harder.
Finally, the arms stopped at her waist, and Rong Yan was lifted up, her toes touching Fu Jingsheng's chin.
She draped her arm over the man's chest, her body limply pressed against Fu Jingsheng.
"Your heart is beating so fast." Rong Yan could hear the man's heartbeat even through his undershirt.
Powerful as thunder.
Fu Jingsheng coughed lightly: "Judging from your expression, you're thinking about it again?"
Rong Yan pushed the man away: "It's clearly you who's been messing around with your hands, yet you say I wanted to."
He lowered his eyes guiltily after speaking. This store was also owned by the Fu family. It wasn't unreasonable for him to have improper thoughts about his own store.
Fu Jingsheng gave her an ambiguous smile. She had clearly thought about it but was denying it. He was going to tease her a little more.
The man pinned Rong Yan against the corner of the fitting room, his waist restraining her, and used his free hand to unbuckle his belt.
His thin lips weren't idle either, rubbing from top to bottom from her forehead to her neck.
The rubbing made Rong Yan's whole body itch.
But Fu Jingsheng dragged things out for a long time without taking any further action.
Rong Yan listened carefully to the outside, but there was no sound. The waiter wouldn't come upstairs by himself. What a great opportunity.
She tugged at his tie: "Hurry up, I'm not feeling well."
Rong Yan couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to tease Fu Jingsheng and let him experience the pain of being teased but unable to have his way.
"Where do you feel unwell?" Fu Jingsheng asked knowingly.
Rong Yan pouted her pink lips and closed her eyes: "My whole body, especially that place, I want it so badly."
Fu Jingsheng rarely sees women take the initiative, so he wouldn't let her go easily.
She led Fu Jingsheng by the hand and guided him down the path. Before they reached their destination, she suddenly tightened her legs, clamping his hand between them, preventing him from moving forward.
“It doesn’t seem to be there, it’s here.” She pointed to her chest again.
After going back and forth like this several times, Fu Jingsheng still couldn't touch anything.
"Are you kidding me?" The man finally realized.
Rong Yan stuck out her tongue: "Yeah."
Fu Jingsheng's lips curled up in a cryptic smile, and then he began to work with both hands, directly removing Rong Yan's clothes.
They drove straight in.
By the time Rong Yan realized what was happening, the man had already come out, calmly continuing to help her change her clothes.
One minute?
Is that all?
Itchy?
A valve? So it stops leaking when closed? So clean and efficient.
Rong Yan stared longingly at Fu Jingsheng.
He looked down at her, the flame in his dark eyes seemingly truly gone.
So, Fu Jingsheng wanted to play a trick on himself?
She stood there, completely at a loss.
"Judging from your expression, you really want to." Fu Jingsheng said teasingly, noticing the woman's dissatisfaction.
The man leaned one arm against the fitting room wall, squinting his eyes: "If you want more, let's do something exciting together."
"ah?"
Fu Jingsheng turned the lock on the fitting room door, and the door opened slightly.
“Lie on the door.” He raised an eyebrow slightly. “No one will see. I just want to see how far we can push the door out. If it goes halfway out, I’ll pull you back right away.”
Rong Yan blushed and gripped the inner handle.
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