Chapter 234: Chapter 234

Fu Jichen feigned ignorance of her attempt to escape, handing her the home clothes: "Go take off the wedding dress you’re wearing."

The wedding dress given to her by another man annoyed him; if he looked at it any longer, he might not resist tearing it apart.

Shen Jianian didn’t take the clothes he handed over; she didn’t want to listen to him.

"Do you want me to change it for you myself?" Fu Jichen said, stepping closer to her, as if it wasn’t a joke.

He knew she was thin-skinned, and it was easy for him to manipulate her.

Sure enough, Shen Jianian got scared, quietly cursed "pervert," clutched the clothes, and slipped into the bathroom, not forgetting to lock the door to prevent that pervert from barging in without notice.

The bathroom was spacious. Shen Jianian pressed the light switch, and a circle of lights overhead turned on, making it bright as day.

The marble sink tops were neatly arranged with men’s toiletries, towels hung on the silver rack beside it, the light gray tiles were spotless, and not far away was a large square bathtub with a massage function. The bathtub was connected to a bay window, on which a round metal tray held a bottle of red wine and a tall glass.

Shen Jianian pictured Fu Jichen soaking in there, enjoying red wine, possibly also admiring the night view outside the window.

The window was one-way glass, visible from the inside, not from the outside; no need to worry about privacy being seen.

Even so, Shen Jianian couldn’t feel completely at ease; she searched around and found a remote control on the shelf beside the bathtub. She tried pressing it; indeed, it controlled the curtains.

The curtains slowly closed, and Shen Jianian put the remote control down.

Wearing the wedding dress hindered her movement, making it inconvenient for her escape; she planned to change out of it, shook open the clothes bundled in her arms, and found wrapped inside a set of underwear, white.

Shen Jianian’s mood suddenly became a bit complicated.

She spent a long time mentally preparing before changing into the clothes Fu Jichen had prepared for her.

The clothes weren’t new; the tags had been cut off, and the label inside the collar removed, presumably for more comfortable close-fitting wear.

Once changed, Shen Jianian stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, cupped her hands to pour a splash of cold water on her face, straightened up, and saw her upper body and face covered with droplets in the mirror, unable to deny the clothes fit perfectly.

The home clothes were light purple with pressed pleats, a pale color, not flashy, a style she would like.

Shen Jianian didn’t rush out, her mind a bit clearer after washing her face, she sat on the toilet thinking. Thɪs chapter is updated by novelFɪre.net

Thinking and thinking, she couldn’t come up with a good solution.

What she was experiencing went beyond her knowledge; in an unfamiliar environment, without any communication devices, she couldn’t reach anyone outside; on her own, she couldn’t escape, she was tasting the feeling of being helpless.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was knocked upon; Shen Jianian was caught off guard without any preparation, her shoulders shook.

The frosted glass door showed a silhouette; by the shape, it wasn’t Fu Jichen. Shen Jianian was slightly relieved, got up from the toilet, and went to open the door.

Cheng Jin didn’t know how to address her, wearing a kind smile, courteous with a touch of awkwardness: "Sir asked me to cook something for you, I’ve brought it up. If it doesn’t suit your taste, let me know."

Sir instructed to cook according to Jianian’s taste; Cheng Jin worried this guest might not like it.

Shen Jianian didn’t see Fu Jichen in the bedroom, her mind racing, seizing the moment to seek help from the woman in front of her: "Do you have a phone? Can I borrow it?"

Cheng Jin was startled; her voice... sounded a bit like Jianian’s; she was wearing Jianian’s clothes, fleetingly, it was as if seeing the Jianian of the past.

"Auntie?" Shen Jianian was anxious, seeing her dazed, couldn’t help reminding, "Did you hear what I said?"

Cheng Jin snapped back, hastily responding: "Phone, right? Just a moment." Her hand reached into her pocket, suddenly remembering her phone was charging in the room, hadn’t brought it out, "My phone isn’t with me, need to use it now? I’ll go get it."

Shen Jianian didn’t have time to nod; she saw Fu Jichen coming in from outside.

The man had bathed, carrying a fresh scent of shower gel, changed out of shirt and trousers, wearing a set of black casual clothes, complementing his jade-like face, extraordinarily elegant.

Shen Jianian’s heart raced involuntarily; it was from nervousness. She didn’t know if Fu Jichen had overheard her conversation with Auntie.

The next second, her doubt was confirmed. Fu Jichen commanded Auntie in her presence: "Don’t give her a phone."

Cheng Jin didn’t understand, but she chose to comply with his wishes. In this house, Mr. Fu was the employer, and she was just a worker. Before leaving, she turned back and gave Shen Jianian an apologetic smile.

Shen Jianian glared at Fu Jichen; if looks could turn into arrows, Fu Jichen would probably have been shot into a sieve.

"Aunt Cheng made you something to eat. After you finish, lie down on the bed and get some proper sleep." After the door closed, Fu Jichen lifted his chin towards the food on the table, signaling her to go eat.

It’s not good to eat greasy food early in the morning. Cheng Jin had made a bowl of small wontons, paired with two dishes of refreshing side dishes. Shen Jianian used to like eating this way.

Shen Jianian’s face was full of anger. No matter what he said, she refused to respond.

"You haven’t eaten a single grain of rice or drunk a sip of water since yesterday noon. Even if you’re mad at me, you shouldn’t disregard your own health." Fu Jichen always had enough patience with her, his tone gentle and indulgent, "Finish your food, and I’ll let you handle me however you like, okay?"

Shen Jianian didn’t want to handle him; she just wanted to leave. He wouldn’t agree, so she didn’t bother to argue.

Fu Jichen had no way with her, he sighed softly, pressing her shoulder to the edge of the sofa, making her sit down. He picked up the bowl on the table, scooped up a wonton with a porcelain spoon, blew on it, and brought it to her mouth, "Have a bite."

Shen Jianian turned her head to avoid it.

Fu Jichen rotated his wrist to change direction, persistently trying to feed her. If her head turned to the left, he moved the spoon to the left, if she turned to the right, he followed to the right, like a parent treating a mischievous child.

Shen Jianian got irritated, pushing him away with her hand, "I don’t want to eat; I want to leave this place."

Her hand accidentally hit the rim of the bowl, Fu Jichen failed to hold it steady, and a bowl of steaming wontons spilled onto his hand; the bowl dropped to the ground, and a few drops of hot soup splashed onto her ankle.

Shen Jianian abruptly stood up, her brows furrowed, looking at the back of Fu Jichen’s hand which was reddened by the burn, unsure of what to do, she hadn’t meant to do it.

"You... hurry up and take care of it." Shen Jianian pointed towards the bathroom, "Rinse it with cold water."

Fu Jichen seemed oblivious, only caring to ask her, "Did you get burned?"

Without waiting for her response, Fu Jichen squatted down and rolled up her pant leg, checking repeatedly and carefully. After inspecting both legs and finding no burns, he felt assured.

"I’m fine." Shen Jianian awkwardly withdrew her leg, not allowing him to touch it. Only a bit of the soup had splashed on her skin, and the pain was fleeting, leaving no mark.

But he seemed to be in a rather bad condition. If not treated promptly, the burned area could blister and easily become infected in the hot summer.

Fu Jichen looked at her face, his tense expression slowly turning into delight, "You care about me?"

Shen Jianian instantly felt that her concern was unnecessary. How he was doing had nothing to do with her; she was only anxious about his injury out of guilt since it was her fault that he got burned. Ultimately, if he hadn’t brought her here, none of this would have happened.

"I do not." Shen Jianian denied it without any guilt.

Fu Jichen, however, was convinced of his assumption. Actions made subconsciously cannot be faked; she was indeed concerned about him, worried about him.

Shen Jianian averted her gaze, forcing herself not to look at his burned hand, as if not seeing it would absolve her guilt.

"You wait, I’ll have Aunt make another serving." Fu Jichen glanced at the mess on the floor, temporarily leaving it unattended.

"I’m not eating." Shen Jianian still said the same thing, "I want to leave."

"Where would you go if you left? To find Pei Che? I won’t agree to that." Fu Jichen’s gentle tone suddenly turned cold and heavy at the mention of "Pei Che."

Shen Jianian looked up at him, her face full of resentment towards him, "What right do you have to disagree? What position do you have to disagree? Who are you to me? Doesn’t Mr. Fu think his actions are illegal? Citizens have the right to personal freedom! You are now restricting my personal freedom!"

As she shouted the last sentence, Shen Jianian’s head spun, too long without food had left her weak.

She leaned against the sofa back, unwilling to show weakness to him, stubbornly saying, "What evidence do you have to prove I am the person you’re looking for?!"

"What evidence..." Fu Jichen murmured, lowering his head, his face coming closer to hers, his large hand caressing her cheek, "Though your face has changed, your eyes haven’t changed, your voice hasn’t changed. The red mole on your chest and the birthmark on the inside of your thigh probably haven’t changed either."

Shen Jianian’s hand grasping the sofa back tightened, her nails leaving marks on the leather, the anger in her eyes vanished instantly, leaving only astonishment.

How did Fu Jichen know?