At the beginning of December in Hai City, it was colder than usual.

Rong Shu sat lifelessly on the sofa, listening to Wang Shuchqin, the old woman downstairs, yelling.

"Róng Shū, you can't even give birth to a child? It's past dinner time and you haven't even started cooking! Do you want to die? What about me and Xiao Lín?"

For six years of being married to Fu Jingting, my mother-in-law constantly gossiped behind my back about me being a useless woman who couldn't give birth.

Who knows, maybe her husband never did.

"Come down and help me organize my backpack, I still have to go to school!" one year old urged.

Fu Jinglin is Fu Jingting's younger brother, a real little devil. Back then, he gave Rong Shu quite a headache.

In his eyes, the brother's wife was better than dough.

Rong Shu went downstairs, mechanically entering the kitchen to cook and pack her younger brother's lunch.

"Mom, dinner is ready!"

Wang Shuchin saw Rong Shu looking like a dead person and became angry. She slammed her water cup onto the table: "Rong Shu, are you getting bold? Spending my son's money and living in my son's house, you dare to give me an attitude? Believe me, I'll call Jingting right now and have him divorce you!"

Rong Shu's hand holding the plate trembled, she took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Mom, I don't."

Wang Shuchqin refused to believe it, and angrily said, "Rongshu, don't think that just because your grandmother is supporting you, you've truly secured the position of Madam Fu. In front of Man Yin, you are nothing!"

When she heard that person's name, Rong Shu's face turned pale.

Fu Jinglin's eyes twinkled, he obviously saw something, and grinned: "You don't know yet? Man Yin is about to be discharged from the hospital. My brother is going to take Man Yin back to live with us."

Rong Shu's eyelids jumped, and her hand holding the dish trembled.

Wang Shuchen looked down on this act of putting on a pathetic show. She snorted coldly, waving her hand impatiently: "Don't stand in front of me! You're affecting my appetite, get out!"

Rong Shu didn't linger; she went upstairs and curled up on the sofa again.

Around dusk, a Maybach stopped at the gate.

Rong Shu suddenly stood up from the sofa and ran down to the stage.

A tall and handsome man in a suit got out of the car. He was so good-looking and elegant, even better looking than the celebrities on TV.

The man seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, and he looked up to meet Rong Shu's gaze.

His eyes were cold and empty.

Rong Shu was accustomed to this gaze. The corners of her mouth twitched, but there wasn't a hint of a smile.

After Fu Jingting entered the room, Rong Shu did as usual and prepared his bathwater: "Husband, grandmother has been at the temple for almost a month now. This afternoon, she called back and said she got you an amulet for peace..."

"I have something to tell you," Fu Jingting stopped, who was busy.

Rong Shu turned her head.

Fu Jingting had been staring with his dark eyes, there was indifference, aloofness, but no warmth.

"She's gotten too thin," Fu Jingting said in a low voice. "Gu Man Yin is coming back, so you move out tomorrow."

Róng Shù's heart grew cold, inch by inch.

As expected, Fu Jinglin was right.

The voice that spoke "What if I don't?" was soft, like a wisp of smoke.

Fu Jingting frowned.

This was the first time this person, who always followed his every word, had disobeyed him.

His voice turned cold: "Don't forget how you married me six years ago."

How could Rongshu possibly forget.

At first, when Gu Man Yin had a car accident, it was 120 that she called, and it was also Gu Man Yin who received the bear panda from Fu Jingting Xie, and promised one request.

At that time, Rong Shu only made one request, which was to marry him.

That was the first time I saw Fu Jingting in high school, and I had a thought deep in my heart.

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