Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Fu Jichen poured the boiling water into the teapot and said openly, "Yes."

Wei Ronghua knew her own son, so she wasn’t surprised by his honesty. She just couldn’t understand and frowned with worry, saying, "Why? You know well your grandfather would never agree to let that kind of woman enter the Fu Family’s door. You’ve only just got back into the corporation, why risk angering your grandfather?"

Fu Jichen rinsed the tea leaves, poured boiling water over them again, and served two cups, handing one to Wei Ronghua.

Ever since returning to Beicheng, everyone around him had told him — Shen Jianian was unfit to enter the Fu Family’s door. Some didn’t say it directly, but the implication was clear.

Seeing him silent, Wei Ronghua sighed and said earnestly, "The Xu Family’s daughter is carefully chosen by your grandfather, your father and I are very satisfied. We mentioned it to you years ago, you should understand in your heart, she will be your future wife."

Upon hearing this, Fu Jichen paused with the teacup in his hand, a shadow flickering in his eyes, and asked her, "When Dad and you got married, was the one he cherished you?"

For a moment, something crashed heavily into Wei Ronghua’s heart, dimming her complexion.

"I’m talking about your situation now," Wei Ronghua turned her face away, not letting her son see the flash of embarrassment on her face, "Do you like that Shen Family’s daughter then?"

Fu Jichen emphasized lightly, "Her name is Shen Jianian."

Wei Ronghua turned back to him, her gaze falling on his face. He didn’t resemble her, nor Fu Zhengjun, and his personality didn’t align with either of them.

Fu Zhengjun, as the eldest son of the old master, was steady and prudent, but inherently gentle and soft-hearted, otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to marry her due to an unintended night together.

At that time, he already had a beloved woman...

Fu Jichen was equally steady and prudent, but his actions were more ruthless and decisive than his father’s, and in her experience, her son rarely hesitated.

Wei Ronghua was reminded of the past, and inevitably felt somewhat melancholy, clenching her hands slowly on her knees, her tone becoming more earnest, "Jichen, with your intelligence and talent, you don’t need me to analyze the pros and cons for you. Not to mention, your uncles and aunts are all trying hard to win over the old master, aiming for that position. If you were to miss the inheritance right due to emotions, you will regret it in the future."

Fu Jichen finished the cup of tea, poured himself a second cup, maintaining a leisurely manner as he said in a low voice, "What if I manage to make grandpa have no other options but me?"

His casual remark stirred waves in Wei Ronghua’s heart.

She didn’t doubt her son’s capability to achieve that.

The family was large, but whether in the older generation or the current one, when counted carefully, few could match his strength.

Fu Jichen knew she was weighing it, and spoke more directly, "You can relax and take care of yourself, don’t attempt to interfere, there will be plenty of prosperous days to enjoy in the future."

He flipped the teacup, poured out the remaining tea, straightened his clothes and stepped out, pushing open the sliding door.

Passing by the main hall, Fu Yuling moved her gaze away from the television, became glued to him, and seeing he didn’t pause at all, heading straight for the door, she suddenly rose, "Brother, where are you going so late?"

"Mind your own business."

Not sparing her a glance, Fu Jichen changed into his shoes and left.

Fu Yuling chased him outside, only to see he had already gotten into the car, the headlights beaming onto the straight and wide road, driving toward the Fu Mansion’s gate.

She carried the pent-up frustration inside, stomped her foot, turned around and ran back into the side hall.

On the tea table, one cup of tea was steaming slightly with heat, while the other side held an empty cup. Wei Ronghua sat dazed behind the steaming cup, her face frozen.

"Mom, what did you talk about with brother?" Fu Yuling sat in the chair Fu Jichen had just occupied, curiously asking, "What did he say?"

Wei Ronghua remained silent, her mind recalling the words her son left.

What did "don’t attempt to interfere" mean, was he warning her not to secretly contact Shen Jianian?

As she thought about this, Wei Ronghua’s face darkened.

"Mom, why aren’t you speaking?" Fu Yuling observed her expression change, feeling her mood was quite poor.

Wei Ronghua looked at her, paused, then finally murmured, "I find your brother more incomprehensible now, for such a woman with a poor family background, to even..."

Even warn his own mother, has he been enchanted by that seductress?

On the weekend, Fu Jichen was rarely idle, spending leisurely time with Shen Jianian in bed.

By past nine, Shen Jianian had slept enough, rolled around under the quilt several times, opened her eyes to find Fu Jichen lying sideways, his clear eyes staring at her, immediately startled.

"Why haven’t you left yet?"

Lately, Fu Jichen had been busy, often going out early and returning late, so she seldom saw him when she woke up in the morning. Correspondingly, his stress had increased, evident from smoking more than before, and... not being kind when keeping her up at night.

Leaving her aching all over, exhausted.

Thinking of this, Shen Jianian’s cheeks and ears turned a little hot.

Fu Jichen, propping his head with one hand, pinched her ear lobe reddened like blood, his voice lazy with a laugh, "What are you thinking about, your ears are so red."

Shen Jianian turned her head, avoiding his touch, giving a not very convincing reason, "It feels a bit hot."

Past experiences told her lying in bed was dangerous, so she lifted the quilt to get up, but before her feet touched the slippers, her arm was grabbed, and a force pulled her back.

Shen Jianian’s slender body sank into the quilt, with no time to struggle, the person was on her.

"Why run?" Fu Jichen’s firm body pressed on her tightly, unable to move at all.

Shen Jianian deliberately ignored the man’s expanding heat and heartbeat like a drum, shifting the topic, "Don’t you need to work?"

"It’s the weekend today." Fu Jichen lowered his head, brushing her lips teasingly, a sense of flirtation.

"Don’t bosses work without weekends?" Shen Jianian’s breathing had unwittingly become erratic, soft and heavy.

"Even robots have to shut down sometimes, let alone humans." Fu Jichen’s large hands slipped to her waist, even through the fabric, she felt as soft as always.

Some say warm and jade-soft, she fittingly holds true.

Leaving the bed was after eleven, right in time for lunch.

Shen Jianian sat at the dining table, watching the man across from her, dressed impeccably and exuding steadiness, chewed the vegetables in her mouth with resentment.

Fu Jichen appeared calm, seemingly unaware of her resentful gaze, picked up a piece of tenderly stewed beef with his public chopsticks, and placed it in her bowl, "Don’t just eat vegetables alone, have some meat to replenish yourself. You’ve lost quite a bit lately, is the food not to your liking?"

Passing by the dining room, Cheng Jin suddenly heard this, felt a pang of worry, afraid the master might blame her for not taking good care of Miss Shen, unconsciously slowing her pace, wanting to hear what Shen Jianian would say.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jianian retorted, "Fatten me up to slaughter me?"

Cheng Jin’s face flushed, hastily quickening her step out, not interrupting the couple’s bickering fun.

As she left, Fu Jichen chuckled, rarely relaxed, "Listen to you, like I would bear to butcher you, aren’t you the one squeezing me dry?"

Shen Jianian looked at him, feeling that the "squeeze" in his mouth had another meaning, a not-so-good one.

After lunch, Qu Mo drove up to the villa front.

Shen Jianian assumed Fu Jichen had business outside, didn’t ask further. However, when he rose intending to go upstairs, he grasped her hand, succinctly saying, "Change clothes, I’m taking you out."

"Where to?" Shen Jianian was pulled into the elevator by him.

Fu Jichen glanced at her, not answering directly, leisurely leaned against the elevator wall, one hand digging into his trouser pocket, leisurely saying, "You’ll know once we get there, I guarantee you’ll like it."