Regretful Beijing Marriage

Jiang Yining stood on the steps without moving.

A sense of disgust inexplicably rose in my heart.

The ghost won't leave!

She wasn't so narcissistic as to think that Fu Huaiyan had come specifically to pick her up.

Where he is, and what does it have to do with her?

Jiang Yining took out her car keys and walked towards the parking lot, but had only taken two steps.

The car suddenly started and swerved to block her path.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Fu Huaiyan's slender fingers rested lazily on the edge of the window frame, his knuckles distinct, his posture both noble and relaxed.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead, not sparing her even a glance, his voice low and cold.

"Get in the car."

Jiang Yining was utterly speechless.

Do they really think she's a dog?!

Do whatever you're told!

Before he could speak, Fu Huaiyan's deep voice fell again.

"I'll be staying at home for a while."

She laughed in anger.

Fu Huaiyan really went all out to keep the old lady calm.

It wasn't enough for him to go home by himself.

We also need to bring her back to act.

If I hadn't seen the photo of the family of three...

I really thought this person had suddenly had a change of heart and wanted to return to their family.

She felt so nauseous that her stomach churned.

Jiang Yining ignored him, turned around and walked to her car, opened the door, got in, inserted the key and started the engine.

Just as I shifted into gear, the black sedan suddenly cut in from the side.

The front of the car was directly in front of her.

The distance was so close that Jiang Yining's heart skipped a beat.

He slammed on the brakes.

The seatbelt was so tight that my chest felt constricted.

Jiang Yining was still in shock.

She suppressed her surging anger, rolled down the car window, and her eyes were filled with cold fury.

"Fu Huaiyan, are you out of your mind? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

The black sedan remained motionless, blocking the middle of the road.

Fu Huaiyan neither turned off the engine nor got out of the car.

He only turned his face to look at her through the two car windows.

His gaze pressed down heavily on me.

"Get in the car, don't make me say it a third time."

Jiang Yining gripped the steering wheel without moving, her fingernails digging into the leather cover.

She took a deep breath and slowly suppressed the anger.

"What's in it for me to play along with your act?"

Fu Huaiyan's eyes were calm and unwavering, and his tone was nonchalant.

"Your clinic will be fine from now on."

Jiang Yining suddenly laughed.

Laughter escaped his throat, short and cold.

A surge of intense anger suddenly welled up within him.

He was the one who almost destroyed her life's work and cut off her future.

Now, he is the one who holds a high position and bestows upon her protection as if it were charity.

She had no choice at all from beginning to end.

Jiang Yining really wanted to go up and slap Fu Huaiyan right now.

But she had to admit it.

This condition is tempting enough.

Forcibly suppressing the anger in her heart, Jiang Yining turned off the engine and got out of the car.

He opened the back door and got in.

"A few days?"

"One week."

"it is good."

The carriage was completely silent.

The entire journey was marked by silence and a tense atmosphere.

When they arrived at the Fu family's house, the two entered one after the other.

The entryway light was on, and laughter could be heard coming from the living room.

Jiang Yining changed her shoes and went inside, but her feet were rooted to the spot.

My blood almost flowed backward, and a bone-chilling coldness spread throughout my body.

Shen Miaoyin sat on the living room sofa, cross-legged, building Lego with Fu Jiayu.

Colorful plastic pieces were scattered all over the coffee table.

Her hair was loose and draped over her shoulders, and the corners of her mouth curved into a gentle smile.

Fu Jiayu lay down next to her, chattering about how this should be put here.

Shen Miaoyin smiled and handed over the building blocks.

She looked every bit the lady of the house.

Hearing the door open, Shen Miaoyin immediately looked up and stood up, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Huaiyan, you're back? Ayu and I have been waiting for you to have dinner."

Then she saw Jiang Yining behind Fu Huaiyan.

The smile froze on his face for a moment.

The smile on his lips remained, but the warmth in his eyes turned cold.

But Shen Miaoyin quickly returned to normal.

She took a step forward to meet Fu Huaiyan, her gaze drifting over his shoulder and landing lightly on Jiang Yining.

"So you're back too. I just cooked a little today, so I didn't make much food."

"It's just enough for the three of us, there probably won't be any for you."

Jiang Yining remained silent.

His cold gaze was fixed on Fu Huaiyan.

Is this the play he wanted her to come back to act in?

If the old lady knew, she would probably be so angry that she would be hospitalized again.

Jiang Yining glanced at the group of servants out of the corner of her eye.

The servants all kept their heads down, not one of them raising their eyes.

How could she not understand?

They know what to say and what not to say.

Fu Huaiyan only cared about bringing her back and didn't care about anything else.

Shen Miaoyin's presence here was also with his tacit approval!

What he cared about was that the old lady's people felt at ease seeing her under the same roof as him.

Jiang Yining's dignity and emotions were never something Fu Huaiyan would consider!

That's a blatant slap in the face to her!

A surge of overwhelming rage instantly welled up within him.

Jiang Yining wished she could tear Fu Huaiyan apart.

At that moment, she truly hated this cold-blooded man.

Her ability to tolerate things doesn't mean she has no temper.

Not wanting to waste words, Jiang Yining turned to leave.

"Mother!"

Fu Jiayu jogged up to her, nervously grabbing her sleeve, his eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I was just so bored."

"So I asked Aunt Shen to come and play with me, please don't be angry..."

Jiang Yining looked down at him.

The little hand gripped her wrist tightly, warm to the touch, so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

She didn't speak, coldly pulling her hand away.

Fu Jiayu's face froze, on the verge of tears.

Fu Huaiyan stood in the entryway for a while before finally speaking.

He glanced at Shen Miaoyin, his voice indifferent.

"I'll have the driver take you home."

Shen Miaoyin almost couldn't keep her smile.

She bit her lip, softening her voice even more, with a hint of coquettish grievance.

"Huaiyan, I'm all sticky. I got covered in mud after playing with Jiayu. Can I take a shower before I leave?"

Fu Jiayu quickly chimed in to explain.

"Dad, Aunt Shen just played in the mud with me and got her clothes dirty. Let her take a shower before she leaves!"

He turned and called to the servant.

"Aunt Wang, please take Aunt Yinyin to the guest room to wash up."

The servant didn't move, but first glanced at Fu Huaiyan.

Fu Huaiyan remained silent, which was taken as tacit approval.

The maid then bent down and led Shen Miaoyin upstairs.

"Miss Shen, I'll take you to the guest room upstairs."

Shen Miaoyin turned her head once as she went up the stairs.

She glanced at Jiang Yining, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Then she followed the servant upstairs with light steps.

Jiang Yining clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

She was almost certain that Fu Huaiyan had brought her back on purpose.

He deliberately let her witness all of this.

It was to let her know that she couldn't beat him!

She took a deep breath, suppressing the anger surging in her heart, and looked up at Fu Huaiyan.

"Add one more condition: I want a detached villa in Qinyuan."

She had looked into this place for her mother's sake.

It is indeed a place with excellent feng shui.

Although she couldn't let her mother move in while she was alive.

But it's not too late now.

My mother can leave with peace of mind while she stays here.

Fu Huaiyan glanced at her, a faint ripple passing through his deep eyes.

It was fleeting, and in the end, it was met with a faint response.

"Can."

Having received a reply, Jiang Yining no longer glanced at anyone else.

She turned and went upstairs, giving instructions to the maid.

"Please bring the food to my room."

The servant dared not delay and immediately responded.

Jiang Yining returned to the master bedroom and immediately locked the door.

The photo of the three people, which was originally in the trash can, was put back in its original place.

She didn't pay any attention and simply covered the photo up.

It makes me nauseous.

Jiang Yining didn't have much of an appetite; she took one bite and couldn't eat anymore.

She simply did some more work.

Soon, she felt tired.

I was just about to go wash up when I realized that she had moved all her things away, not even leaving a change of pajamas.

With no other option, she had to go to the guest room to get spare clothes.

They had only taken two steps toward the guest room when the servants rushed forward in a panic, blocking the doorway with a nervous and uneasy expression.

"Madam, what do you need? I'll find it for you. You can't go into this room right now!"

Jiang Yining frowned, about to ask a question.

A muffled gasp came from inside the tightly closed guest room.

The woman's voice was so soft it was almost cloying, with the last syllable rising in pitch.

It's Shen Miaoyin!