Jiangcheng is so small that when I decided to return home, I was prepared to meet him again.
But I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
I pulled my hand back, and then I heard Jiang Yunshu say in surprise, "Mrs. Fu?"
"right."
"It's my ex-wife."
Fu Qichuan and I spoke almost at the same time.
I suppressed my temper, looked at Jiang Yunshu, and smiled slightly, "Teacher Jiang, you are busy, we will leave first."
"Yes, Mr. Jiang, feel free to call me if you have any questions."
Jiang Lai also finished speaking politely.
As we left together, I could vaguely hear Jiang Yunshu gloating behind us: "Mr. Fu, your ex-wife doesn't seem to like you."
…
Just as I was about to leave the hotel, a black Continental left from the parking lot.
I subconsciously ran out and saw a familiar license plate number.
Jiang Lai chased out, "What's wrong? Why are you running so fast? Are you seeing a ghost?"
"no."
I pointed at the Continental, which had already merged with the traffic flow, and said, "I saw Zhou Fang's car at the sanatorium that day."
Jiang Lai, "Zhou Fang came to Jiangcheng?"
"It should be."
I threw the car keys to her and said, "You go back first. I want to go to Jiangcheng No. 1 to take a look."
Two years later, his death became known to everyone, and it was highly likely that he would no longer live in that apartment.
But I still want to try my luck.
"I'll spend the day with you."
Jiang Lai held me back and didn't let me take a taxi by myself.
After arriving at Jiangcheng No. 1, she didn't get out of the car, but waited for me in the basement.
She smiled and said, "If he really still lives here, it would be better for me not to show up at this long-awaited reunion. You can take a look. Call me if you have any questions."
"good."
I nodded.
After entering the elevator, I pressed the familiar floor button.
As I watched the elevator floor numbers jump up one by one, I felt unusually nervous.
Just like Jiang Lai said, I met him.
Then what.
What should I say, what can I say.
Back then, I was the one who chose to give up on him out of self-righteousness.
"bite--"
Arriving at the floor, I walked out and stood at the door of his house where he had leaned against me so many times like a boneless person.
I squeezed my palms before raising my hand and pressing the doorbell.
I was prepared for no one.
But unexpectedly, the door was about to open, half open, revealing a mature and charming woman.
She had long wavy hair and delicate makeup. When she saw me, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"
"I……"
I was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I may have misread the house number."
"It doesn't matter."
She was easy to talk to and seemed a little curious about me.
She didn't close the door until I turned and got into the elevator.
In the living room, Zhou Fang sat on the sofa with a blanket draped over his legs. He was working on his tablet while glancing at her gloomily. "Have you seen enough?"
"Not yet."
She twisted her waist and sat down on the single sofa, and said with great interest: "I want to find an opportunity to get to know her in depth and see what kind of woman can make you so devoted for so many years."
Zhou Fang pursed his lips mockingly and said coldly, "Stop causing trouble for her."
"It's like this, and you're still maintaining it?"
She said in a long, straight voice, "She betrayed you back then, right? Even the two years since your 'death' didn't affect her as Mrs. Fu. Even when Zhou Mo called her, it was Fu Qichuan who answered the phone."
"Zhou Qing, if you don't know how to speak, you can shut up."
"Did I say something wrong?"
Zhou Fang glanced at her sideways and said, "It doesn't matter whether she's right or wrong. It hurts my heart, and I don't want to hear it."
She asked, "So what are you going to do now? Just keep dying?"
Zhou Fang twirled his lighter intermittently, his stern face expressionless. "I don't know either."
Zhou Tingting laughed. "You, a troublemaker, are you also confused by others sometimes?"
"I don't want to force her."
"Come on."
Zhou Qing immediately exposed her mistake and laughed at her, "Don't pretend with me, your sister. You knew that they were going to that hotel today, but you still insisted on driving your shabby car past in a conspicuous way. Aren't you just waiting for someone to catch up with you?"
“…”
"And then, when they came, you were acting so coy and didn't want to see them again."
“…”
"Zhou Fang..."
Zhou Qing suddenly stood up, pointed at him, and smiled meaningfully, "Are you playing hard to get?"
“…”
Zhou Fang slapped her hand away and pretended to be calm, "Your imagination is much better than hers."
Back then, when she turned around and returned to Fu Qichuan, she was so decisive and cut off all contact with him.
Even when Zhou Mo informed Fu Qichuan of her death, it was Fu Qichuan who answered the phone.
He didn't dare tell anyone, and he did fight later.
It was late at night, and I was thinking about it so badly that I couldn't help it.
It was also answered by Fu Qichuan.
…
I went downstairs and got back into the car. Jiang Lai saw that I didn't look very good and couldn't help asking, "Is there no one here?"
"have."
"Then why do I feel like you're a little disappointed?"
"It's not Zhou Fang."
I fastened my seatbelt. "He must have sold the house. A woman opened the door."
After all, I am the one who gave up on him, so it would be annoying to leave him alone.
Jiang Lai nodded and drove away.
On the way, she frowned, "Is the woman who opened the door young and pretty?"
"She's quite pretty. She should be about the same age as us."
"Then have you ever considered that it might be Zhou Fang's girlfriend or someone he's having an affair with?"
“…”
Hearing this, I was silent for a moment.
I have never thought about the possibility that Jiang Lai mentioned.
A lot can change in two years.
Just like Fu Qichuan couldn't ask me to stay where I was, I shouldn't subconsciously assume that Zhou Fang was still standing there.
But I don’t know why, I still shook my head, “Probably not.”
"Too."
Jiang Lai thought about it and agreed. "Since he's not dead, and he has a luxury car and a bunch of bodyguards, it means that his power is no less than when he was in the Zhou family. He must have been very busy in the past two years and has no time for this."
“…”
I can only say that it is well-founded.
However, as long as he can live a good life, no matter what, it's fine.
…
I returned to work at Nancy as the Design Director.
Most of the time was spent designing a dress for Jiang Yunshu.
If the design is good, Nancy and I will both move to a higher level. Otherwise, the result can be imagined.
For a super star who has been popular for 20 years, the purchasing power and fighting power of fans are not fake.
That day, I suddenly received a strange phone call.
As soon as the person on the other end of the phone spoke, I recognized the voice. It was Qin Ze.
"Young Master...Mr. Ruan, Mr. Fu would like to make an appointment with you and ask you to make him a few suits."
"I haven't had time lately."
It's also quite sad.
I once made a lot of suits for him, but he rarely wore them.
It hangs in the cloakroom, just like the person who wore it, and no one cares about it.
Qin Ze didn't seem surprised. "Boss Fu... guessed it. He said that he and I can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first to get the divorce certificate, and then you can consider this matter."
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