Chapter 276: 277: Let me die for Jiang Yi?

The heat wave is rolling, and the sound of cicadas outside the villa can be heard endlessly.

When Fu Xiting arrived, Wen Qi seemed to have seen a savior.

Hurriedly came out to welcome him, and called him eagerly. Compared with Wen Qi and Meng Shu, Fu Xiting was more willing to believe in Wen Qi. After all, in his opinion, this middle-aged housekeeper knew more about mother-child affection than Wen Qi.

Will not use vicious means on his own son because of his own selfishness.

In the courtyard, the steam was reeking, Fu Xiting stared at Wen Qi, and asked in an indifferent tone: "Sick?"

Wen Qi didn't dare to hide: "Yes."

Fu Xiting was not worried for a moment when he heard the sound. On the contrary, he felt that Meng Shu was very fateful, and this kind of evil person who disregarded human relations looked like he would stay for a thousand years.

Fu Xiting stepped into the house, and Jiang was attracted by the gloomy room as soon as he entered. Since Meng Shu moved here, she was like a lonely ghost all day long, and the curtains in the room were drawn tightly. Seriously.

There is not a single gap.

Fu Xiting approached, raised his hand, and opened the curtain with a swipe. Meng Shu, who was sitting on the curtain, was blinded by the sudden amount of light.

She looked at Fu Xiting, the person who used to softly call her mother, now stood in front of her, as if she was her own enemy.

"If I die, will you let me enter the Fu family's cemetery?" Meng Shu has imagined this question countless times since she was thrown into the villa by Fu Xiting, and the answer is yes every time.

But at this time, she didn't want her affirmative answer, she wanted to know Fu Xiting's answer.

Entering the Fu family cemetery?

Fu Xiting slightly hooked the hand hanging beside him.

Recalling the killing that day in her mind, Meng Shu lay on the ground, crying heartbreakingly, begging him to let go of the man she was having an affair with.

Let him go?

He wanted to kill him at the time, how could he let him go.

Meng Shu cried and begged, but he was indifferent, so the moment fear welled up in his heart, Meng Shu's clamor gradually became crazy.

She roared, trampled on the dead man, insulted him as cold-blooded and ruthless as his father, without the slightest emotion, like a lonely ghost who walked out of hell, and said that his father was not worthy of being a husband. The family's life is like a year, and Fu Yan has not given her any care except supplies.

She had long hoped that he would die, and she would be free only after he died.

And the man who had an affair with him was praised by her as if he was the best in the world.

But she forgot that the first wife of the man whom she praised as unparalleled in the world ran away because she couldn't stand the domestic violence.

If it wasn’t for lack of money, who would be willing to bring their daughter to be a guard?

It was such a filthy thing that became a gap between their mother and son that they would never be able to bridge in this lifetime.

On this day, Fu Xiting asked her back: "I let you in, are you worthy?"

"I'm not worthy?" Meng Shu suddenly opened her eyes.

Then she seemed to think of something and nodded slowly: "Yes! I don't deserve it. You really have the right to blame me. I'm not a good mother."

"As long as you know it," Fu Xiting's ruthlessness was gradually practiced in Meng Shu.

And the latter seems to be used to it.

"Shiyue is back," Fu Xiting stared at Meng Shu, telling the fact that Shiyue had returned.

Meng Shu was startled, her astonished eyes fell on Fu Xiting, and her tone was a little anxious: "Where is it?"

The man's eyes suddenly changed. Over the years, he restricted Meng Shu's freedom, but he never treated her badly financially. What he never thought was that it was because of his good treatment that Meng Shu helped her from time to time. In March, a large sum of money was transferred to her account.

And Zheng, Zheng is also the reason why Shiyue still has the face to find her.

Meng Shu, if it wasn't for her own mother, it would be a pity to die.

"She's back, are you happy?" Fu Xiting's voice was as cold as ice.

"Why can't I be happy? That child is more like my child than you," Meng Shu still couldn't accept Fu Xiting's argumentative methods, and when Shiyue was in Fu's house in those years, Wuxin was a flower of Jieyu, accompanying her, Obedient, well-behaved, and sensible.

And what about Fu Xiting and his son?

Gloomy, indifferent, never caring about anyone, only himself.

"Wait until you stretch out your poisonous hand on her, and wait until you want her to die, and then say this sentence,"

The man's tone was quite solemn, and he stared at Meng Shu with indifference. He stared at Meng Shu without any emotion in his heart. Those emotions had been exhausted in the early years. In addition to hate, there is nothing else.

A tiger’s poison does not eat its children, but she——.

It doesn’t matter whether you don’t mention it or not, mentioning the past will only increase your heartache.

"You didn't come here today to see me, did you?" Meng Shu already knew Fu Xiting's style of doing things, she went to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, and before marriage, she could pretend to come back to have a few meals with her.

After marriage, since the conflict between her and Jiang Yi, Fu Xiting didn't even have the last bit of patience with her.

Married a daughter-in-law and forgotten her mother This sentence is perfect for him.

In July of this year, Fu Xiting came to visit Meng Shu with a mission. In his sleep last night, this wealthy businessman had a complicated dream. In the dream, he and Jiang Yi had a child, but suddenly , The child died, at the hands of Meng Shu.

And the swaddling face is himself.

He woke up in vain, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, recalling the dream just now, with cold sweat dripping down his back.

Recalling my miserable childhood, my heart is full of futility.

How powerful Meng Shu is, what he has done runs through his entire life.

Even though she doesn't have that ability now, her words and deeds are still imprinted on his heart like a brand, which won't go away.

This is July 2010, nearly a year after Fu Xiting got married.

Meng Shu sat on the sofa in the villa and heard such a sentence.

Fu Xiting looked at her, and said in an extremely flat and indifferent tone: "The person who loves you and the person you love is dead, is there any meaning for you to live?"

Meng Shu's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

Fu Xiting wants her to die?

The man curled his lips indifferently: "literally."

Fu Xiting looked down at her: "If you dare to unite with Shiyue to come to me and do evil, I will definitely file your bones into ashes."

Meng Shu, who was sitting on the chair, turned pale in an instant, trembling all over.

Staring at Fu Xiting with a face full of astonishment: "For Jiang Yi, you want to kill me?"

For a Jiang Yi?

No, no, Jiang Yi doesn't take the blame, how could he be willing to let Jiang Yi take the blame?

Based on what he knew about Jiang Yi, she was kind enough to Meng Shu, a person who provoked him repeatedly.

If she hadn't been kind, Meng Shu would have died a thousand times long ago.

Speculate on her?

He was reluctant.

Fu Xiting smiled slightly: "Do you know? Your brain is really not worthy of your birth. If I want to kill you, how can Jiang Yi stop it? If I don't want to kill you, how can I be a Jiang Yi?" Can you encourage it?"

Fu Xiting's implication is his own decision, which has nothing to do with Jiang Yi.

"Before Jiang Yi entered the door, although the relationship between you and my mother and child was bad, it was not so bad that you wanted to kill yourself. Jiang Yi only entered the door for only a year and you wanted to put me to death. You still told me that this matter has nothing to do with it. She has nothing to do with it."

"Fu Xiting, no matter how dirty I am, that is your biological mother. You are the flesh that fell from my belly. Can you change the fact? Can you change the fact that you are my son? You can't, even if Things have happened, and you can't erase the fact that you are the same kind of person as I am, and this is your life."

Meng Shu spoke indiscriminately, and stared at Fu Xiting with wide eyes, wishing to kill him. Did his arrogant words make Fu Xiting angry? No, it seemed that he had known for a long time that this was Meng Shu's true face.

Those moments of warmth are all pretense and fake.

The man smiled suddenly, and his smile unfolded like a knife: "Swear! After all these years, do you think I'm still the child who will be sad because of your few words?"

After Fu Xiting finished speaking, he turned and left.

The tall and straight back has nothing but loneliness.

He loves Jiang Yi more than Meng Shu

A mother who plays a villain role in his life is far less than a wife who gives him warmth.

In the living room, Wen Qi closed his eyes helplessly when he heard Meng Shu's heart-piercing voice, and for a while, he didn't know whose fault it was.

"Stopped her medication."

"Sir?" Wen Qi panicked.

Moderate depression can be controlled after eating, but if it develops into severe depression, taking medicine will be powerless at that time, and what awaits her is either madness or death.

The man glanced over, Wen Qi didn't dare to speak again with a frosty expression: "If you let Meng Shu get in touch with Shiyue, you'll pack up and leave."

Probably because of all the warm moments in the previous period that made him particularly nostalgic, so at this moment, Fu Xiting is committed to keeping all dangers in the cradle and preventing him from emerging.

He will not allow anyone to destroy his marriage.



"Mom, who was that person just now?"

In the tea room, Jiang Si watched a figure with fluttering long hair leave. He probably had never seen this person in the upper-class circles of the capital. I can't help but look a few more times.

"A painter," Xu Zhi casually responded.

"Where did the painter come from? So young? Most of the rich men in this capital like this hanging, so don't fight for their heads?"

Jiang Sike is too aware of the **** behavior of the capital’s sons and daughters. He shouts that he likes literary and artistic youths, but when he is playing disco, his eyes only look at the big breasts.

At this time, Yue looks like a literary young woman, but her figure is indeed protruding forward and backward. Isn't that the authentic play of those young masters?

During the day, I take young literary and artistic women out to pretend to be aggressive, and at night, I dance at the right time and turn the sky upside down.

"Who said otherwise? A few days ago, I heard that a certain boss bought a painting from him and spent more than 10 million." Xu Zhi took a sip of tea from his cup, with a flat tone and no expression.

It seems that more than ten million yuan is not money.

But Jiang Si, a female college student who didn't even leave school, was naturally surprised when she heard about this villa: "How much?"

"More than ten million?"

"Is she worth more than Van Gogh?"

Jiang Siduo was shocked: "Why didn't she go grab it?"

Xu Zhi glanced at her as if he had no future: "You remember that robbing a bank is against the law, but robbing a man is not against the law. A woman's beauty and everything in her life are the king of bombs, and she is just a good girl." It’s all about taking advantage of your own strengths, there are many women in this capital who can take advantage of their own strengths.”

"Who is that person you just mentioned."

She wanted to know who would spend more than 10 million yuan on a painting of a little-known little character.

"Written," Xu Zhi responded.

Jiang Si:...

"Why did she come to you?" Jiang Si was curious.

Xu Zhi took out a ticket for an art exhibition from the side, put it on the table and clicked it.

Jiang Si understood at a glance, this is to invite her to see the art exhibition.

"Why did she come to invite us to see the art exhibition?"

"Women like them will never do something for no reason. Once they do it, it will be profitable and purposeful."

"Then shall we go?"

"Of course, if you go or not, how do you know what kind of medicine she sells in the gourd?"

July 17th, the first day of the first wedding anniversary between Fu Xiting and Jiang Yi. In the early morning of this day, Jiang Yi woke up from her sleep and sat up suddenly. Fu Xiting was so startled that he almost got out of his body: "What's wrong?"

The man asked eagerly but got no answer. Jiang Yi knelt up from the bed and pushed the quilt away in panic. When he saw the scarlet on the bed, he had a desperate expression on his face.

"Auntie is here?" Fu Xiting glanced at Jiang Yi, not knowing whether to laugh or sympathize with her.

Woke up in a dream early in the morning just because my aunt dirty the bed?

"The bed is dirty," Jiang Yi was distressed.

Fu Xiting was rather indifferent: "Dirty is dirty, clean yourself up first."

"The mattress must be dirty too," Jiang Yi said again.

Fu Xiting said again: "Dirty is dirty, it doesn't get in the way."

As the man spoke, he reached out to pick her up and headed for the bathroom.

His face was full of tenderness.

I didn't feel dissatisfied because I was awakened in the morning, on the contrary, I felt distressed.

"Are the bedsheets going to be changed?"

"There will be a servant to change."

"But they saw blood on the mattress, what should they do?" Jiang Yi asked again.

Fu Xiting replied: "Look and you will see."

Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting, wishing to pry open his brain to see if it was filled with steel bars, straight man!

Fu Xiting's words were originally talking about unconsciousness, and there was nothing wrong with asking and answering, but Jiang Yi wanted to dao his eyes and couldn't ignore it.

"Shy?"

Jiang Yi thought to himself, Fu Xiting, I don't have this mouth, so I should be more handsome.

It's a pity, a man who looks good has a mouth, which spoils the scenery.

"Hey, don't get in the way, I'll clean it up later." The man comforted her softly.

Jiang Yi thought it was just a word of appeasement, but when she turned her head, when she packed herself up and came out, she saw Fu Xiting lifted the bed sheet and wiped the blood on the mattress with a semi-dry towel.

Take mess seriously.

At that moment, something seemed to explode in Jiang Yi's mind.

She still remembers soiling the sheets during her period when she was young. Although Zou Yin never scolded her, she also said something like this, telling her to be careful, because washing sheets is a waste of time, and she happened to be very busy.

But at this moment, seeing Fu Xiting who was sitting by the bed seriously dealing with the blood stains, his heart would inevitably be turbulent.

When a young girl who has never been cared for carefully meets such a husband when she becomes an adult, she will inevitably compare him with those before. In contrast, Fu Xiting is a full-fledged winner

Fu Xiting, ah, Fu Xiting, you are really a good planner.

Jiang Yi walked over slowly, stood behind the man, put his hand on his shoulder, and put his chin on the top of the man's head, slowly rubbing against it like a kitten.

Fu Xiting paused in his hands, wearing silk pajamas, the rolled up sleeves looked like they were about to fall down at any time: "Have you changed?"

Jiang Yi hummed.

"Go to the guest room and sleep a little longer?" The man glanced at the time and suggested gently.

"And you?"

The man freed one hand and slowly stroked the back of your hand: "If you want me to let me go, I can go and sleep with you for a while."

Jiang Yi smiled softly, bent slightly and hugged Fu Xiting's shoulder, and whispered in his ear with a playful tone: "I choose to go to sleep together after you clean up."

Fu Xiting couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Holding Jiang Yi behind her back to her, she held his cheek and kissed him fiercely: "You are so cruel, baby, at five o'clock in the morning, you are an abusive husband,"

"Honey, do you know?" Jiang Yi stared at Fu Xiting coquettishly, with a slightly cunning tone.

"If there is a fight between a husband and wife, putting on clothes is domestic violence, but taking off clothes is no good. In the same way, do you think I am abusing you now?"

Fu Xiting laughed suddenly, looked at Jiang Yi and shook his head: "If your aunt hadn't come, guess I would let you go now?"

Jiang Yi kissed Fu Xiting, and Mimi responded to his words: "I love my aunt, and my aunt makes me happy."

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Jiang Yi opened his eyes, Fu Xiting was no longer beside him, and the hot water bottle next to his stomach was still hot.

She sat up and brushed her hair, opened the guest room door and went to the master bedroom.

Just saw Suxin come out holding the quilt.

Embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Are you awake?" Fu Xiting's voice sounded behind him. The moment Jiang Yi turned around, he hadn't thought about anything yet, but his hands had already stretched out.

Muscle memory overcame her brain.

Fu Xiting saw the person approaching, and reached out his hand to block Jiang Yi's movement: "I'm sweating."

Jiang Yi didn't bother, touched his neck, and seemed to move a little uncomfortable.

"Are you going to see Chengwen today?"

"Well, if there are no accidents," Fu Xiting responded.

"Art exhibition?"

"Not necessarily, my time shall prevail," Fu Xiting followed Jiang Yi into the bedroom.

"You have a good rest at home today, so don't go out casually." Fu Xiting told Jiang Yi.

A big aunt is comparable to a patient in his eyes.

"I'm going to Jianzhou these two days, and I'll tell you in advance," Qian Xingzhi and the others stayed in Jianzhou for a long time. Although Jiang Yi didn't go, his heart was hanging.

It is inevitable to go to Jianzhou.

Fu Xiting waited for a long time for Jiang Yi to speak. Of course he knew that Jiang Yi had sent Qian Xingzhi and Sihan to Jianzhou.

"Remember to come back, I will wait for you in Yu Garden."