fiery fall

Shaohua Mansion.

Fu Qianbei washed up again before returning to the bedroom.

Under the dim light, he stood by the bed and looked at the sleeping Shen Ennan, his dark eyes softening.

The man carefully lifted the quilt and got into bed, hugged the sleeping person into his arms, placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and closed his eyes in harmony with the breathing of the person in his arms.

Fu Qianbei has always blamed himself for Shen Ennan's disfigurement because he failed to protect his beloved.

In his sleep, the man subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tighter in a protective posture.

But this action made Shen Ennan's body stiffen in his sleep.

She is dreaming.

In the dream, in the romantic Santonili Island Church, she was wearing a grand wedding dress and a white romantic veil. In the solemn wedding march, Fu Qianbei, who was wearing an elegant suit, slowly walked towards the front of the church. Priest.

Both sides of the red carpet were filled with well-wishers.

The old priest smiled solemnly and said: "Bride, are you willing to marry the groom next to you?"

Shen Ennan smiled and nodded: "I do!"

The pastor looked at the cold and dignified Fu Qianbei and said with a smile: "Now, the groom can lift the veil and kiss your bride."

Shen Ennan's heartbeat quickened and she raised her little face nervously, waiting for Fu Qianbei to turn around and gently lift the veil on her body.

The moment the veil was lifted, what greeted him was not a kiss from Fu Qianbei, but a series of exclamations and surprises.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Why is the bride so ugly? Oh my God, she is so ugly!"

"How could there be such an ugly bride? She has three centipedes on her face. She looks like a ghost."

"Even if he puts on a beautiful wedding dress, he is still an ugly guy. I don't wish the ugly guy and Mr. Fu to be together!"

"Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly..."

In the noisy auditorium, Gu Jiao and Shen Anyan both walked out in wedding dresses. They looked at her with delicate faces and smiled sarcastically, "Ugly, you are not worthy of Mr. Fu at all. I am Mr. Fu's bride!"

The two walked to the stage and pushed her to the ground hard, "Ugly!"

"I'm not ugly, I'm not..." Shen Ennan curled up on the ground, hugging herself helplessly, surrounded by voices that were ridiculing, disgusting and scolding her.

"I'm not ugly, I'm not..."

Tears fell heavily.

"Ennan, Ennan, wake up!"

On the bed, Shen Ennan held the quilt tightly with both hands, closed his eyes, and his face was covered with tears.

Fu Qianbei shook her shoulders and said in a distressed tone, "Ennan, Ennan, you are dreaming, wake up!"

Shen Ennan opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Fu Qianbei's blurred face in her tearful eyes. Her suppressed breathing suddenly lightened up. She sat up and hugged Fu Qianbei's body tightly, "Fu Qianbei, I don't want to get married. No, I don’t want to get married..."

Fu Qianbei stiffened suddenly and patted her back gently, "Ennan, you just had a dream, just a nightmare."

The person in his arms hugged him tighter again.

Fu Qianbei's heart felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment, his black eyes drooped, and he patted her back distressedly.

After the person in his arms calmed down, Fu Qianbei let go of Shen Ennan, pulled a tissue from the bedside table, gently wiped the tears on her face, and then fed her some water.

Shen Ennan raised her eyes and looked at him, "I don't want to get married."

Fu Qianbei looked at her calmly, without anger or rejection, and asked soothingly, "Is it a nightmare?"

Shen Ennan subconsciously raised his hand and touched his face. He touched the rough bandage with his palm and whispered: "I dreamed that we held a wedding, but no one blessed us. The guests all laughed at me and said I was ugly."

"Fu Qianbei, I really don't want to marry you when you are so ugly. I don't want to be your black spot..." At this moment, Fu Qianbei felt a suffocating pain in his chest.

He reached out and gently held Shen Ennan in his arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you. You have never been my black spot, but the best part of my life."

Shen Ennan choked with sobs: "I am not beautiful at all now, I am ugly..."

"You're not." Fu Qianbei answered her firmly.

Shen Ennan held the pajamas at his waist with her palms, rested her forehead on his chest, and pursed her lips silently.

After a moment of silence, Fu Qianbei said in a low voice: "Ennan, if you want to have the surgery now, do it now."

Shen Ennan was stunned for a moment, then raised his face and looked at him, "You agree?"

Fu Qianbei looked at her distressedly, held her little face in his hands, and kissed her forehead softly, "Well, I don't want you to be so sad and broken all the time, let's take a gamble."

The man's eyes were a little red. Shen Ennan looked at him and smiled with relief: "Seventy-five percent success rate, very high."

Fu Qianbei's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes turned red again, "Yeah."

If it's investment, there is a 75% winning rate, so Fu Qianbei will never worry. After being in the business circle for so many years, he is a well-known gambler. He once dared to invest all his assets even with only a 5% winning rate.

But when it comes to Shen Ennan, with a 75% winning rate, he is really afraid of losing it.

Love made him a coward.

But love can also make a coward brave.

In the second half of the night, neither of them felt sleepy.

Probably due to the strong mood swings and being frantically teased by Fu Qianbei before going to bed, Shen Ennan felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen.

Fu Qianbei massaged her while talking softly to her to distract her attention.

It wasn't until the sky became brighter that sleep finally came over the two of them.

When Shen Ennan woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Fu Qianbei hugged her waist, his eyes lightly closed and he hadn't woken up yet.

Shen Ennan stared at his thick, long and curled eyelashes at close range for a while, then carefully sat up and prepared to get up.

As soon as he lifted the quilt, Fu Qianbei suddenly woke up and grabbed her wrist.

Shen Ennan was stunned, then smiled apologetically at him and said, "Did I wake you up?"

Fu Qianbei rubbed his eyes, sat up and looked out the window, "What time is it?"

"It's about three o'clock in the afternoon." Shen Ennan showed him the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I'm so hungry, I have to get up to eat."

Fu Qianbei raised his hand and scratched his hair, and a strand of dull hair stood on end, adding a bit of youthful air to his mature image.

He rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept until three o'clock in the afternoon in many years.

bathroom.

Shen Ennan stood in front of the mirror and brushed his teeth. Mr. Fu walked in with a wisp of dull hair on his head, hugged his petite wife from behind, lazily and calmly squeezed out toothpaste, filled it with water and brushed his teeth.

Shen Ennan looked at the two people in the mirror and couldn't help but smile: "Your hair."

"Well, it's raised." Fu Qianbei smiled and rested his chin on Shen Ennan's forehead, "Whatever you want to eat later, I'll ask Aunt Huang to bring the ingredients."

"I'm so hungry. I want to eat something ready-made." Shen Ennan looked at the man through the mirror and could eat a cow with a flat belly.

But the next moment, Shen Ennan's cheeks couldn't help but turn red, and she stood up straight stiffly, "You..."

Fu Qianbei took half a step back and said, "Honey, I'm hungry too."