Regretful Beijing Marriage

Before Jiang Yining could speak, Qin Yi, who was standing next to her, tactfully handed her the contract.

"President Jiang, you and your husband can discuss this slowly."

"This contract should be finalized by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

After saying that, he turned and left.

That's all he can do to help President Fu.

Jiang Yining: "..."

She tossed the documents to Fu Huaiyan.

"Fu Huaiyan, handle your own affairs."

Fu Huaiyan took the document, and even though he was blind, his movements remained elegant and composed.

"So, your wife is planning to hire me? If I work hard, what are the benefits?"

Jiang Yining was amused by his shameless behavior.

"This is your company, your own business. You're coming back to work and still want benefits from me?"

"Fu Huaiyan, you've got a pretty good plan."

Fu Huaiyan wasn't embarrassed at all, and shamelessly moved closer to her.

"Now the company is all yours, you have all the power, and you control all the profits. Honey, you're much richer than me now."

Jiang Yining stopped abruptly.

The thought of those assets gives me a headache.

So this is what it feels like to have more money than you can spend.

"Honey, since you're the one who made me work, I naturally want to get something in return."

Fu Huaiyan was open and honest, having long since abandoned all pretenses.

I've missed out on Jiang Yining for so many years.

These days, shame is worthless.

Winning her back is the most important thing.

Jiang Yining was too lazy to argue with him.

"Take it or leave it."

Seeing that she was getting impatient, Fu Huaiyan immediately stopped his playful smile.

"I was wrong, I won't bother you anymore."

He paused, then feigned weakness.

"I can't see, can you read it to me?"

"I heard that this collaboration is on a large scale, involving the salaries and positions of many employees. You must also want the team to remain stable."

Jiang Yining was utterly speechless, feeling completely outmaneuvered by him every time.

Even though she knew he was doing it on purpose, she couldn't help but ignore him because of his weak and pathetic appearance.

She suppressed her distracting thoughts and read it to him word by word.

Fu Huaiyan listened quietly without interrupting.

They frequently and accurately point out loopholes in the terms and conditions and supplement the cooperation plan.

Every sentence hits the nail on the head.

After listening to everything, he reached for his phone and sent a voice message to Qin Yi.

A well-organized remote processing workflow.

Jiang Yining looked at his neat and composed appearance with a slight stirring in her heart.

It must be admitted that Fu Huaiyan, when he is working hard, has a dazzling aura.

Time passed slowly, and drowsiness swept over me.

She leaned against the bedside, her eyelids growing heavier, and she fell asleep.

Jiang Yining didn't notice that Fu Huaiyan gently took the contract from her hand.

Then I put my arm around her and turned off the light precisely.

In the darkness, his fingertips gently caressed her delicate cheek, his eyes clear and lucid.

He's a liar; he should have told her her eyes were healed.

But he was too scared.

I'm afraid she'll leave.

He was afraid she wouldn't want him anymore.

I originally thought it was a path that would surely lead to my death.

But he miraculously survived wearing the red string she gave him.

Perhaps even Heaven took pity on him.

No matter what, he couldn't afford to lose her again.

In her sleep, Jiang Yining inexplicably felt unbearably hot all over.

She subconsciously twisted her body slightly.

A suppressed, hoarse hiss suddenly came from beside him, filled with restrained forbearance.

Before she could regain her senses, a hot and strong arm suddenly tightened, gripping her waist firmly.

The next instant, the force reversed, and she was pressed against a warm, firm chest.

A deluge of kisses rained down.

The kiss was urgent yet restrained, passionate yet tender, carrying with it Fu Huaiyan's long-accumulated longing and love.

They were so densely packed that there was nowhere to escape.

Jiang Yining instinctively tried to speak and struggle, but her lips were completely sealed.

All words were drowned out.

She could only passively endure his overwhelming breath, letting him plunder her at will, her whole body going limp.

My brain gradually became dizzy and disoriented from the kisses.

Only when her chest was depleted of oxygen and she felt suffocated did she raise her hand to press against his chest.

Fu Huaiyan eased his grip, releasing Jiang Yining, his forehead pressed against hers, his heavy, hot breath falling on her ear.

"Yiyi, marry me again."

"This time, I will give it my all to love you properly, and I will never let you suffer any more grievances."

Jiang Yining froze, speechless.

She deliberately avoided this question during this period.

Can I really trust him one more time?

Just then, a childish voice was heard.

"I'm sorry... I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, so I came in without permission."

Jiang Yining snapped out of her daze, quickly pushed Fu Huaiyan away, and hurriedly got out of bed to straighten her disheveled clothes.

Her cheeks were still warm, with a lingering blush.

She looked up and saw Shen Tian standing awkwardly at the door of the ward.

Although she was still thin, her figure had become much rosier.

"Xiao Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

"The doctor said I've fully recovered and can be discharged."

Shen Tian lowered his eyes and spoke cautiously.

"That's why I came to tell you."

Jiang Yining's heart softened.

"That's great. Go home and rest well, have regular check-ups, and you'll recover quickly."

Shen Tian looked up at her, as if he had mustered up the courage to speak.

"Um, could I... go with you to see her...?"

The word "Mom" stuck in his throat, he ultimately couldn't utter it.

A simple sentence instantly touched the softest spot in Jiang Yining's heart.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and a wave of bitterness washed over her.

She nodded immediately, "Of course, we'll go now."

However, Shen Tian remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

Jiang Yining saw through his hidden meaning at a glance, "Is there anything else? Just say it."

Shen Tian clenched the hem of his clothes, struggling with the decision for a long time.

"Could I... bring Grandpa and my cousin along?"

Jiang Yining was not surprised.

She looked out the door and, sure enough, saw Old Master Sheng and Shen Sinian hesitating.

A complex mix of emotions surged within me.

This left her speechless for a moment.

Just then, Fu Huaiyan's deep and calm voice suddenly came from behind.

"Yi Ning is your older sister. She saved you, which means she also saved the entire Shen family. She and her mother have had a very hard time all these years."

"You don't have to see your mother, that's fine, but you can't hurt your sister's feelings for the sake of others."

Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

She had wanted to say these words many times.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it to Shen Tian.

I never expected to hear it from Fu Huaiyan's mouth.

She turned to look at the hospital bed and suddenly met the man's gaze.

His eyes were wrapped in gauze, so he could not see anything.

At this moment, however, it seemed to pierce through all the darkness and fall clearly upon her.

Shen Tian's eyes immediately reddened, filled with remorse.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I didn't think things through. I was immature."

Old Master Shen and Shen Sinian outside the door heard everything clearly.

The old man's voice choked and trembled.

"Yi Ning, we're sorry. We won't bother you any longer, we'll leave now."

Watching the two figures as they were about to leave, Jiang Yining took a deep breath.

"etc."

Let's go together.

Old Master Shen turned around abruptly, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Thank you, Yining... thank you."

In the cemetery, tombstones stand in the wind.

The black and white photos are gentle and serene.

But it froze Jiang Wan in that moment forever.

Old Master Shen could no longer hold on; his legs gave way, and he knelt straight down in front of the cemetery.

Shen Sinian followed closely behind, bowing and kneeling on the ground, his back taut.

The old man's withered hand touched the cold tombstone, tears streaming down his face.

"My daughter... I'm so sorry, I've let you down..."