MTL - Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated-Chapter 303 304: Miss Shi?

  Chapter 303 304 Miss Shi?

  At half past ten, Fu Xiting was on his way home.

  When Zou Yin entered the reception room, he saw Jiang Yi bowing his head and petting the cat.

  The short-haired cat rubbed back and forth in her hand, as if enjoying the owner's touch very much.

  Jiang came and patted the cat on the head, and the kitten meowed and jumped away.

   "Thank you for your hard work," Jiang Yi said in a gentle voice, which came from the heart.

  After all, what Zou Yin has done today has indeed exceeded the scope since he was a child.

  As far as I can remember, Zou Yin even thinks that attending the parents' meeting is a waste of time, but now she stays for so many days because she went to Jianzhou.

   is already rare.

   "It's not hard work, I'm just making atonement!"

  Zou Yin doesn't necessarily know what Jiang Yi knows, but she just always feels that the future is long.

   Unexpectedly, life is fleeting, and the future is not long.

  By the time she felt repentant and wanted to redeem everything, it was too late.

   Fortunately, God gave her a chance to start over, so she wouldn't panic like this.

  Jiang Yi didn't answer Zou Yin's words. The word atonement is too heavy.

  Su Xin came in with tea, Jiang Yi glanced at the tray in her hand: "Change to plain water! Dr. Zou won't be able to sleep at night after drinking tea."

  Although it is already a matter of the second life.

   Ke Jiangyi still remembered some of Zou Yin's living habits.

  Su Xin nodded, turned around and changed the tea.

   "You still remember."

   "I remember." Jiang Yi sat opposite Zou Yin.

A child who has not received much care and love since childhood is more careful than ordinary children, especially when he does not receive care from his parents, he wants to do his best to do something to please, and Zou Yin goes to bed at night after drinking tea. No, it's one of those things.

   But there are some words, there is no need to say them

   There is no need to chew on the things that are in the heart, and there is no need to hurt Zou Yin's heart with these old events.

  After all—they are not enemies.

  "Yuan Hai's family has provided a lot of information recently. They seem to know the deal between Yuan Hai and Lin Qinghe, and they even know the details of the deal. Once they heard their husband and wife quarrel and mentioned this matter."

   "If you really want to go deeper into this matter, I'm afraid it will involve many people."

  Zou Yin is still worried, but this worry is not for herself, but for Jiang Yi.

  She wanted to persuade Jiang Yi to give up.

  I just think that people's luck is only once, and there will be no second time. If something happens again, what should they do?

   Can you still have this feeling of being lucky after the catastrophe?

   Can you still have this kind of blessing from God?

  Jiang Yi put his fingertips on his knees, and nodded steadily: "What are you worried about?"

   "I'm worried you'll be hurt again."

  Jiang Yi understood, and raised his chin slightly: "You mean, let me endure the calm for a while, anyway, this life is already very good, so why not just live with this identity?"

  When Jiang Yi knew about Zou Yin's idea, he didn't have any emotional ups and downs, nor was he even a little bit excited.

   Instead, his eyes fell on his fingertips, and he dusted his nails: "I can endure unjust death, but what about them?"

How about them!

  How heavy these three words are.

  Compared with Jiang Yi's words at this time, Zou Yin's proposal is simply too small.

  She only wants Jiang Yihao.

  And what Jiang intended was to avenge them.

"It is impossible for a person to have only one identity in this world. This is what you told me. Besides being your daughter, I also have to be responsible for those dead souls. If I don't know about this, it's fine, but I know, let me pretend I don't know? Do you think it's kind to do this?"

  Zou Yin was speechless after hearing Jiang Yi's words.

  The girl who used to argue with herself because of disappointment when she was young is gone.

  The years have smoothed her edges and corners, turning her into a moody avenger.

  She has a mission, but it's not about being her own daughter again.

  There are too many identities in life, and the most important identity in her life is not to be someone's daughter, nor to be someone's wife.

  When Su Xin came in with a tray, she obviously felt that the atmosphere in the room was very gloomy.

  It's so low that you dare not breathe.

   "Fufu—."

   "I'm sorry," Zou Yin said after a long silence, folded his hands together and rubbed them slowly.

  Sorrow enveloped the whole body.

  Compassion was also instantly pulled up.

"I forgive you."

  Forgive you, it’s not that you haven’t hated, but you know that some things are useless to hate.

  It is better to free oneself than to paint the ground as a prison.

  The light in Zou Yin's eyes almost disappeared, and something was choking in his throat, and he hesitated for a long time before asking a question without any information: "When?"

   "It's very early," Jiang Yi said, raising his gaze slightly, and falling outside the French window behind Zou Yin.

  The bamboo forest is silent, and even the bamboo is shrouded in a layer of haze by the high temperature on days without a breeze.

She seemed to be emptying herself, and she seemed to be trying to recall those indescribable moments when she was young. After a long time, Jiang Yi's indifferent tone disappeared out of thin air: "On the second day of junior high school, there was a heavy rain in midsummer, and thunder and lightning made the evening sky suddenly Turning black, I will forgive you when I dragged my broken body and endured my aunt's pain and rainstorm to walk home."

"I understood very early on that no one in this world can rely on me except myself. That's why I was able to walk so fast in those years. I thought it was a good thing, but I didn't expect—as Fu Xiting said, a person with no background can walk so fast. If you die too soon, you will be making a wedding dress for others, and you will have to pay a price for getting something you shouldn’t get at an immature age.”

  When Zou Yin repeatedly heard the word Fu Xiting in Jiang Yi's mouth, she suddenly understood that Fu Xiting not only played the role of husband in her life, but also had more.

  Outside the house, when Su Xin brought fruit and was about to enter the reception room for the second time, she was startled when she saw her husband standing at the door. She was about to shout, but was interrupted by Fu Xiting raising her hand.

  The man turned around and looked back at the tray in Suxin's hand.

   "Go in! Don't say I've been here."

  After speaking, Fu Xiting turned and left the reception room.

  September of 2010 is about to pass, and the golden autumn of October is just around the corner.

  Fu Xiting entered the study and stretched out his hand to open the window, expecting to be greeted with a scorching heat wave.

  But the sweltering heat wave was unexpectedly mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the memory of death suddenly came to my mind.

  He and Jiang Yi belong to the same kind of person.

   A person with a childhood defect.

   No wonder, when he saw her for the first time, he would sigh, it's a pity that she has a fiance.

  Otherwise—if such a person stands by his side, his life will not be too bad.

   Fortunately, God has mercy on him.

   Fortunately, Lin Qinghe and the others planned this out, otherwise how would he get someone?

  At the beginning of October, the matter of Lin Qinghe was still hanging up, not going up or down.

   There are rumors that someone did it deliberately.

   It is also said that if someone wants to be in power, it is natural for someone to abdicate.

  But no matter which one it is, it has something to do with Jiang Yi.

  The early autumn of 2010 was earlier than in previous years.

  At the end of September in the capital, the streets are full of sweet-scented osmanthus.

  Jiang Yi separated from Fu Xiting in the morning. Before leaving, Fu Xiting took her by the hand and walked to the courtyard and told her gently. The weather forecast said that the temperature would drop in the near future and that two thick clothes should be prepared in the office. Jiang Yi nodded in agreement.

  The positive attitude made Fu Xiting feel that this person had changed his temper.

   It was approaching work time, and the two kissed goodbye.

   Then they each left.

  The location of Jiangyi Company is originally a sacred place for literature and art in the capital.

  In addition to a long history, the Holy Land of Literature and Art also has various supporting facilities.

  In the company’s courtyard, there is an osmanthus tree that is nearly a hundred years old. It is reported that it was left by the owner during the Republic of China. When Fu Xiting handed over this house to her, he told her that the flowers and plants in the yard can be moved freely, but the trees are not.

  She asked why, and Fu Xiting told him that the trees here are all a hundred years old, let alone moving them, even if they are raised to death, they still need to be dealt with carefully.

  This morning, Jiang Yi was not the only one standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in a daze.

   Several employees in the company may stand in front of the window and enjoy the flowers with cups.

   Or stand in the yard with a phone and enjoy the flowers.

  Jiang Yi stood in the courtyard, his eyes drifted away, and he remembered a poem he saw at some point: Hibiscus weeping and dew on the slope, and osmanthus smells fragrant under the moon.

   This year, Jiang Yi was twenty-one years old, while Jiang Fu was in her early thirties.

  When she was standing in the courtyard, holding her bag and looking up at the laurel branches, she felt like an octogenarian looking back at the pain of her life.

  In an instant, those who answered the phone or stood by the window all looked at Jiang Yi.

  She stood on the bridge watching the scenery, and the people watching the scenery watched her from upstairs.

  Everyone knows that there must be an unknown story about Jiang Yi, and they don't deserve to know this unknown story.

  The people who were silent saw Mr. Jiang took out his mobile phone and made a call, and his gentle words floated into everyone's ears along with the fragrance of flowers.

  She said: "The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is blooming."

On the   side, the person who answered the phone was stunned for a few seconds, probably because he heard the deep voice from Jiang Yi's words.

   After a while, he said, "I miss you too."

   Immediately, Jiang Yi let out a deep laugh.

  That night, Fu Xiting returned home very late.

  Today I went to Linshi to attend the opening ceremony of the shopping mall, and then went on to socialize, and it was early in the morning when I returned home.

  Jiangyi pushed open the door and entered the room, and was stopped by the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in his breath.

  She broke a sweet-scented osmanthus, and when she returned home, she specially handed it to Suxin to let her find a vase and put it in the bedroom.

  You have never seen the sweet-scented osmanthus in my yard, so I picked one for you.

  Fu Xiting looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in the vase, and gradually felt warm in his heart.

  In the middle of the night, Jiang Yi woke up amidst teasing.

   An exclamation stopped in Fu Xiting's thin kiss, and he said, "It's me."

  This night, there is no charming smell in the bedroom, only the refreshing fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

  Every time she sinks, she sinks for the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, not Fu Xiting.

  …..

  In the middle of the night, Jiang Yi got up and went to the bathroom. When she turned over, she took the pillow under her buttocks.

  As soon as he moved, Fu Xiting woke up with a start.

  Drowsy eyes asked her where she was going.

  Jiang Yi's voice was hoarse: "Toilet."

  When she walked to the door of the bathroom, the sweet-scented osmanthus reminded her of some old memories.

   Here, the Fu family and his wife are all well.

  Over there, the roar in the living room of the Lin family almost broke through the sky.

  Lin Jingzhou came back from abroad, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Ying came to his door.

  The two almost fought after the stalemate.

  Zhao Ying felt that Lin Jingzhou was crazy, lowering her bottom line again and again for an irrelevant person, even knowing that the existence of that person would endanger her family's wealth and lives.

  He remained indifferent.

"I think you are crazy. In front of the safety of your family, you are full of benevolence, morality, love and justice. For the guilt in your heart, you actually watched your family struggle on this road. Lin Jingzhou, Jiang Yi My father's life was taken, Lin Qinghe's life was taken, and your father's life was taken next, can't you see? The person who designed this thing will eventually die in her hands."

   "She has no intention of letting those people go."

"You think about your old love, and she thinks you are a burden if you don't keep it together! She told people from the political and business circles in the capital that she is preparing for pregnancy recently, and they are going to enter the second step of marriage with their current husband. Only you are here Draw the ground as a prison, and imprison yourself firmly in it."

   “At the end of the day, you get nothing.”

   "So? You just get to the point."

  Lin Jingzhou was not in the mood to listen to her talk.

   "Don't you think about everyone?"

  Lin Jingzhou sneered: "Do you want me to consider for everyone, or do you want to use my hands to clean up Jiang Yi and avenge your father? Zhao Ying, your little thought is really not worth my investigation."

"Why bother to pretend that you are thinking of others? You are not that proud. If you were really that proud, you would not have accepted your father's proposal back then. Could it be that the way you killed Jiang Fu was for everyone? You have such a structure Daddy, why don’t you sacrifice yourself to help others?”

Snapped--

  Zhao Ying was furious, and slapped Lin Jingzhou directly in the face.

  On this day, Zhao Ying was wearing a ring in his hand, and when he slapped it down, the diamond from the ring scratched Lin Jingzhou's face.

  Blood drops gushed out of Lin Jingzhou's face, and the man wiped his face with his hand.

  When he saw the bloodstain on his palm, his eyes darkened a bit.

   Staring at Zhao Ying coldly, his eyes were cloudy: "Satisfied?"

   "Why, why Jiang Fu?"

  Zhao Ying roared continuously, but what about Lin Jingzhou? The sneer was obvious: "Because you are not Jiang Fu."

   "Come here, take Miss Zhao out."

  Lin Jingzhou didn't even have the thought to speak, and directly issued an order to evict the guests. In early October, the temperature in the capital dropped sharply, and Zhao Ying was ruthlessly driven out of the Lin family villa by Lin Jingzhou wearing a thin dress in the windy night.

  Just when she was full of anger and had nowhere to dissipate, a bright headlight came, and she turned her head slightly to dodge.

  In the car, a professional woman in her forties came down: "Zhao Pan, our Miss Shi would like to invite you to a gathering."

   "Miss Shi? Who?" Zhao Ying became defensive, of course she had heard of Shiyue's name.

  But today, the two have not yet been linked together.

  The woman's tone was calm, and she seemed to be quite proud: "Shiyue, Miss Shi, who is beside Dong Cheng."

  (end of this chapter)